It’s Weird, but It’s Hooker

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Yesterday, I made the bed.  I smiled as I pulled the sheet over the blanket.  Those sheets started out in the master bedroom on Military Way.  The lamps were carried from Germany by Dwight’s fourth wife’s grandfather.  The “H” quilt came from Sundance.

When I told my daughter-in-law about the sheets that started in the bedroom Dwight shared with his fourth wife, she acknowledged, “It’s weird.  But, it’s Hooker.”


We may weird.  But, we’re Hooker.

Who else would keep her late husband’s fourth wife’s sheets for 20 (+) years?

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Thank You for “The House that Built Me”


Thank you.  Thank you for “The House that Built Me.”  When we left our cabin, I walked into each room and said, “thank you.”  Our cabin was love.

“The House that Built Me”

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Dwight, now what?



Citizenfour is on HBO.  If you were here, our phones would be next to our ears and we’d be watching it together.  Then, we’d re-watch it and talk about it again.

What do I do now?

It feels wrong to make memories that I can’t share with you.

On Tuesday, I gave public comment during the Mountain Accord meeting.  Then, FOX interviewed me.  Walking out into the lobby of the Eccles Center, preparing for my closeup (you would understand that reference), I giggled thinking, “What would Dwight think about his little wife on FOX?”  (Julie on FOX)

Now what?



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I Forgot My “Safe Word” (aka Another Night in Book Club)


Instead of talking about the book, The Tattoo Artist, a reader regaled us with the story of how she climbed out of her car in an icy parking lot, fell, slipped under the SUV, and exclaimed, “my ass crack is purple.”

As supportive book club members, we suggested, “file for workers’ compensation.”

Ugh.  That won’t work.  She works at a ski resort.  One should expect ice in the parking lot.


“Tell everyone you forgot your safe word,” chimed in the happily married reader.

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The Perks of Being a Junior High School Teacher


One of the perks of teaching junior high school is SPIRIT WEEK.  Every few months, the Student Council produces a Spirit Week.  It is designed to get everybody on the same page, celebrate our school community, and dress up.

Yesterday, I realized that I had spent the entire week in STRETCHY PANTS.

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On ‘Merica Monday, I wore white sweatpants.  For Team Tuesday, I was in blue stretchy pants with my Detroit Tigers jersey.  Then, on Why Try Wednesday, I rolled out of bed and went to school in my dog pajamas.  I pulled out my Lululemon tights, a giant gray sweatshirt without the neck, hot pink leg warmers and a headband.  Looking like Olivia Newton John ready to Jazzercize, I taught my classes.

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Finally, on Flannel Friday, I realized I spent the entire week in stretchy pants, eating chocolate and Red Vines.

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Teaching junior high school has perks.

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The Odds are Good and the Goods are Odd

The Odds are Good and the Goods are Odd (Reasons #108 & #109 to be single)


A decade ago, when I was just a girl of 34, one of my students lined me up with her ski jump coach. When he picked me up, he stepped into my 1,350 square foot home, looked around, and asked, “Do you live here by yourself?”


Incredulous, he continued, “You don’t have roommates?”

“No,” I replied. The voice in my head screamed, “I’m an adult. I have a house, a mortgage, and I pay all of my utilities.”

Then, I put my arm around my stomach and said, “Oh, I’m not feeling well. Could I have a rain check, please?”

Outside magazine selected Park City as the “Best Town Ever” in 2013. With over 400 miles of trails, three world-class ski resorts, the Utah Olympic Park and a bounty of bars, the odds of meeting someone are good.

But, the goods are odd.


Yesterday, while we walked the dogs, my cute, petite, blonde single neighbor, asked, “Where am I going to meet someone?” (She’s newly divorced.)

“We’ll go to The Spur next time Motherlode Canyon Band plays.”

“I am the mother load now,” she replied.

“Okay. Well, think about what you love.”

“Oh,” she sighed. “I saw a man in church. He was taking notes. I thought, ‘Someone who loves his faith as much as I do.’ So, I sidled over and sat next to him.”


“I looked at his notes. They said, ‘Put on snow tires. Fix rain gutter. Finish taxes.’ It was his to-do list.”

“Well, based on the list, it appears he has both a car and a job. There’s potential.”

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I just hung up the phone. Annika and I spoke for almost four hours.

When I hung up, I started to call Dwight. I scrolled to “favorites” on my phone.

I wanted to tell him that we talked about the Sunday morning talk shows.

I wanted to tell him that Annika was kind.

I wanted to tell him that when I told Annika what happened at his memorial service, she said, “Without you and Dwight, I wouldn’t know any of them. They only exist because of you and Dwight.”

I wanted to tell him that she loves him.

I wanted to tell him that I loved him.

I wanted to tell him that their dogs were eating poop.

I wanted to tell him that Mahan remember when Dwight ate too many nutmeg cookies. I wanted to tell him that they remember the brownie incident.

I wanted to tell him everything.

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