…they didn’t know that they were dealing with a staunch character and I tell you if there’s anything worse than dealing with a staunch woman… S-T-A-U-N-C-H. There’s nothing worse, I’m telling you. They don’t weaken, no matter what…
StyleBaby is taller than CerealMom. She likes bicycles, early English novels, clashy-trashy clothing and creepy babies. StyleBaby also lives in Albany Park, and plans to grow fat from eating too much baklava.
CerealMom has longer hair than StyleBaby. She likes soft leather, Cheerios, Quaker Oats and feathers in her hat. CerealMom does not like AppleJacks, Cookie Crisp, or other sugary cereals, although she concurs that Count Chocula is handsome.
UglyStepSister resides in the Realm of Taxation without Representation, where she represents herself by putting her tax money in a special jar next to the fridge. She dabbles in academia and geekery, but hopes to one day pursue her life long dream of becoming a waitress in a southern diner. Likes: old lady things (knitting, dried apricots, judgement without consequences) Dislikes: slow walkers (contradicts with the love of old lady things), the word “lanyard.”
MiddleChild has several coping mechanisms for her myriad attention issues, one of which is writing for OP. Others include drinking beer, being athletic (sometimes both at once), silly voices and looking at herself in the mirror. In her spare time, with the help of UglyStepSister, she is learning the fine art of bad film appreciation.
When MinkStole first began reading OurPrerogative, her first thought was “Oh my God, I love inane things too!” A longtime associate of StyleBaby, she knew she’d be a perfect fit for the blog, which specializes in the trivialities that plague/enrich our times, depending on your generational set. Mink hails from the land of Staggolee (though on the other side of the river) and her hobbies include circling want ads, calculating the pH balance of her acidic wit, drinking cognac in the wee hours and making delicious meals when StyleBaby comes a-calling.
Notes from the heartland. The geese are flocking up noisily,
and the local sandhill cranes do a fly in each evening at dusk.
It is amazing to watch a species as old as these cranes silently
glide across the view from the porch. There are 35 of them now, and more each year. A decade ago there were none here. Of course a decade ago there were dozens of species of ducks that no longer stop here. A few are left somewhere,
dwindling in numbers. The record heat and drought have left the beavers high and dry. They have cut canals from their lodge to the water. Kind of the opposite of problems seen in the Maldives. Enjoy life city dwellers, it is precious.
Thanks, Dad. Feel free to comment anytime, anywhere. I’m homesick now!
yay for blogs.
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