Posts About Mayberry
Wherein Mr. Mom begins to draw the same conclusions as my grandmother.
I have become a cliche. And so have all my friends.
Licensed to kill squirrels by the Government of the United Nations.
Sights and sounds from a Sunday morning run in Mayberry.
The wind began to swish, the house to pitch, and suddenly the hinges started to unhitch.
That’s just the way we roll here in Mayberry.
Come on in -- the water’s fine.
We interrupt this blog for a flashback.
Important Announcement from the Management: Mayberry is a metaphor.
One wonderful thought about Mayberry.
What passes for entertainment in Mayberry.
St. Joseph wants you to buy this house. And so does Kayla.
Why we love Friday night football in Mayberry.
Posts About the Mayberry Magpie
The best thing that ever happened to me.
Top five scintillating phrases from the master’s thesis I’m currently ignoring.
Pay no attention to that woman behind the curtain.
The only question that matters.
Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.
She flies through the air with the greatest of ease.
Joan-Marie and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
Important rules for outdoor adventurers.
A farewell to the dog I didn’t like.
I’ll see your 12-mile challenge and raise you a mile!
Miss High-Falutin only THINKS she’s High-Falutin.
Too many paint colors for one closet.
This tiger has changed her stripes.
My short-lived career in radio.
Weezer and Clara love their hats.
Payback is a . . . bad hair cut and an unfortunate overbite.
Please wake me up when the future is over.
From Barbara Streisand to Sharon Stone: A Magpie Memoir (Follically Speaking).
A bit of this and a bit of that: Magpie mojo rising.
Letting the pink wash over me.
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me . . . a big bottle of Xanex.
Maybe just maybe I’m going to live.
Hello self?! You just talking or are you listening?
Posts About the Magpie’s Hatchlings:
Best moment in so long I can’t remember.
Proof there is only one responsible person in this household.
Shhhh! Don’t tell the boy he looks just like his mother.
Miss Teen Galaxy and the cheesecake adventure.
Parker’s handy household tips.
We interrupt your regularly scheduled program to bring you this insanity report.
Completely shameless parental moment.
X-treme Makeover:
The point in the process where you pause and ask . . . Now why did I think this was a good idea?
On-Caw Contributors:
Kayla A
I saw Santa at the corner of 11th and Yale.
Doug F
So Freaking Cool
Why Al Gore’s internet is so freakin’ cool.
Go get you some etsy! Right now!
How to get named cheerleading captain.
$32 worth of WOW! $260 worth of oh, yeah, baby!
Indie bloggers. Don’t miss it.
Everybody was kung-fu fighting.
She flies through the air with the greatest ease. (And it’s not because she fell down the stairs, either.)
The unassailable grace of sisterhood.
It was bound to happen some day.
Fire and Ice
“Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice . . .”
I rely on the kindness of . . . nearly everybody.
Is this a good thing or a bath thing?
I’m going to get right on that.
One compelling reason why a fire beats a remodel, hands down.
Does this look like progress to you?
Praise the Almighty Contractor.
I’m wildly in love with my tile man.
You load 16 tons. What do you get?
Neighborhood Alert: The toilet has left the porch!
At least I’m not living under a tarp, right?
If a tree falls in the forest . . .
The peace of its benedictions.
More Open House, or poor Karen lost her farm and I cried all night.
Dirty Little Secrets
In Praise of Small Favors
100 Miles a Day
“You’d do well to be attentive to the brevity of life.”
Contests and Giveaways
Just in time for Valentine’s Day!
And the winner is . . . everybody!
Little Pink Houses
The yellow bungalow next door.
Ephemera
Blessed Spring, why hath thou forsaken me?
I’m sorry. I really can’t help myself.
I want to thank everyone I’ve ever known.
Three sure-fire ways to tell it’s Memorial Day weekend.
Saturday dreams dashed.
Those adorable girls of Mayberry.
The miracle of the mulch pile.
“Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile.”
Sweeping out the last scraps of summer.
Small cheer and great welcome make a merry feast.
Some very un-merry thoughts on Christmas.
Some very merry thoughts on Christmas.
Can I get some fireworks here?
The Grinch Who Stole Christmas.
Gypped.
Rants
Dear Customer Service: You Suck.
We interrupt this program for satire.
Journey to the Top of the Mountain
Brigadoon. Alternately titled: Brace yourself. This is going to suck big-time.
Yet another vacation memory to file under: OOPS.
Mayberry Magpie Movies
