From the monthly archives:

October 2012

I’m Right, You’re Wrong: Is This Funny?

October 13, 2012

OMG, I can’t believe how long it’s been since I’ve had one of these posts here! I know what you’re thinking– everyone has seen the wisdom of your ways, Marinka, and no longer disagrees with you. And in a way, yes. Yes, very true. But in another way, no, very not true. (It’s all very […]

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Conversation with my Husband (as opposed to with your husband)

October 12, 2012

“Hey, you want to have dinner on Friday night?” “I thought you had a mah jongg game then.” “We were going to, but then not enough people were available, so it’s off.” “It seems like you haven’t played in a while.” “I know.” “Do you think they’re playing without you and are hoping that you’ll […]

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October 10, 2012

Look, I’m on a budget, ok? And the budget includes only essential items except for those rare times that I  have to go out to have caviar pizza with Kelcey, Karen and Stacy. Oh, I haven’t told you about that yet? It’s sort of a long story about how one day I bought a Groupon-type […]

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The Process

October 4, 2012

Hahahaha You sound like idiot, sitting there laughing by yourself. Ok, Mama, I’m not sitting here laughing by myself. I’m sitting here with my laptop writing my memoir and I just re-read a very funny part. Memoir. What do you have to memoir about? Memoir is for retired war general, not for someone like you. […]

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Gone Writing

October 2, 2012

Things that are going through my head (in addition to the  normal circulation of blood and brain matter, obviously.) I should post something on my blog about how I will be posting less because I want to be working on my memoir about how my family and I immigrated from the Soviet Union.  Damn it. […]

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Saturday Night Special

October 1, 2012

Saturday night  is Husbandrinka’s turn to cook which means that at 7 pm I’m starving and he’s saying things like “any ideas about dinner?”  Needless to say I am too weak to answer so I just shoo the flies away from landing on my lip. “Why don’t we go out to eat?” he suggests after […]

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