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The Great Corrupter  Jeanne Cook, The Great Corrupter, lives in Phoenix with her two most demanding critics (her husband and teenaged daughter) and far more furred beasts than originally agreed to in the marriage vows. She works for Corporate America by day, and many times night, and writes all the others times. Sleep is optional. Drink is not. For other humorous musings, please visit her blog at http://jeannetgc.livejournal.com/.
Planning to become the next uber-wealthy celebrity novelist out there is time-consuming work, so complaints about slow output will be appropriately filed. Leave nice comments about her deathless prose, and when success is achieved, she may remember you kindly. Or not. After all, it could just come down to her whim and if you like cats.
You can also reach her at: corrupter@scrivel.com For longer TGC humor pieces, visit Raphael's Village, Healing with Humor section (http://www.raphaelsvillage.com/). No one's more surprised than she is that they want her stuff there, but supposedly laughter is the best medicine.
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Written by The Great Corrupter
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Wednesday, 09 July 2008 |
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  The hubs and I had a rare opportunity a few weeks ago -- we got to go out… to an adults-only party… in the middle of the week.
I know! Like we were still vibrant, interesting and fun! So, clearly the people who invited us to the event don’t know us all that well. I had to spend days convincing the hubs this was something we both wanted to do and needed to do. However, it was for a friend’s production company in support of their new independent film, and we were GOING, dammit. |
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Monday, 30 June 2008 |
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 A few years after unleasing Weapon X at Easter Brunch, Weapon X and her BFF #1 managed to break our Sega video game player. They both claimed innocence and still to this day admit they have no idea of HOW they broke it, just that they did. The hubs has never quite recovered -- he still mourns some of the games we can never play again. The kids loved the games, too, so I have to believe it was done without malice. But still, the tide was turning.
It turned fully a couple of years ago. BFF #1’s neighborhood does an annual Memorial Day Weekend bash. It's huge, well attended, and we’ve come as guests for years now. In addition to a pool, volleyball, shuffleboard and a rec room, this place also has a sauna.
Or it did.
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Thursday, 19 June 2008 |
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 For the past 17 years, I’ve had a weapon, and I’ve never been afraid to use her. Meet Weapon X, otherwise knows as the chicklet, my daughter.
I realized the power I wielded when the chicklet was young, about 3 or 4, if memory serves. We had made reservations for Easter Brunch at a nice, pricey place. We were early. The line was long. |
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Tuesday, 10 June 2008 |
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 Despite being born in the 1960’s and growing up in the 1970’s and ‘80’s, I never did drugs. Well, at least not recreationally. This doesn’t apply to alcohol, which is a subject in and of itself. I don’t mind drinking my drugs -- caffeine and hooch -- but I draw the line at anything and everything else.
I know this sets me apart from most, well, everybody, other than the hubs, who was also a non-experimenter. His reasoning was that if he tried drugs he’d probably like them far too much, likely become an addict, and end up dead or worse by age 25. |
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Monday, 02 June 2008 |
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 In the prior column, I listed most of the main classes of door-to-door irritants. But I reserved the best for last and a column all unto themselves.
Because the Jehovah’s Witnesses are in a class all by themselves. We’re just down the street from a huge Kingdom Hall, meaning that our neighborhood is always a target. And, this side of a televangelist, there is no one more intent upon saving your soul than a JW. We get them all, usually utilizing an adorable moppet as a selling tool. The hubs is a sucker for this, but I’m not. I usually suggest that junior looks thirsty and would he/she prefer a shot of ice cold vodka or room temperature scotch, and they tend to meander off. But, sadly, they keep on coming BACK. Maybe junior really wants that drink. I would, if I were hanging with these people 24/7. |
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Tuesday, 27 May 2008 |
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 I work from home and I own three big dogs, which gives new terror to the idea of door-to-door anything.
Here in Phoenix, tree trimming is clearly a growth industry. Hardly a day can go by without someone idling their decrepit truck in front of my house while they come to see if I want my neatly trimmed trees … trimmed. But they aren’t so bad. Most of them are Mexicans and they aren’t stupid. I share that we already have a great tree trimmer and that I am loyal to José (this is, btw, very true) while the dogs share that they’re hungry, and this business is concluded quickly. |
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