In a surreal afternoon event, I've had a quote a friend said to me two years ago at Renaissance Festival running maddeningly hilarious circles through my head. A group of us took the day off one particularly pleasing afternoon to wander like idiots and drink ourselves silly. Indeed, mission accomplished for Husband and the other… Continue reading Dude. Really. You should ride that ride.
Author: Jess
Amateur historian, mythology enthusiast, writer, reader, sarcastic weirdo, cancer survivor. Author of Defying Shadows: For Witches and Pagans Battling Cancer and Chronic Illness.
UPDATED: Romantic Lazypantsness: It’s a technical term.
Hot man, Scottish accent, AND coffee? Yes.So I'm quite sick of the stupid "if you love her, buy her THESE diamonds" holiday commercials, and unfortunately they'll just keep getting MORE annoying until 1) the apocalypse on 12/21 kills the power or 2) Valentine's Day is blessedly behind us. So, let's discuss REAL romance, shall… Continue reading UPDATED: Romantic Lazypantsness: It’s a technical term.
CLIMB INTO THE HANDBASKET…and hang the hell on.
If you're wondering, I'm TOTALLY using that title for my as-yet-ill-conceived memoir. That's right: "climb into the handbasket" was one of the many fucked-up ways people found this blog. Here are a few others: "i'm in love with my same sex therapist" - I'm fairly certain I've never blogged about this. Should I ever I'll… Continue reading CLIMB INTO THE HANDBASKET…and hang the hell on.
Phoning it in: Vengeful Turkey (again)
It's nearly Thanksgiving and I've been considering family, things for which I'm thankful, and all that sentimental bullshit. And I'm writing NONE of it here, because I'm also busy as hell right now at home. I'll try to put a real post up over the weekend. In the meantime, something I posted originally a couple… Continue reading Phoning it in: Vengeful Turkey (again)
"What’s with TODAY, today?"
I have nothing for a real post today. That's a lie. I could probably entertain someone with some random stream-of-consciousness-crap that bounces around like a superball on speed in my cranium. However, I am lazy. And it's election day (NO MORE Romney supporter calls to my house: yay!!). And therefore I give you the posts… Continue reading "What’s with TODAY, today?"
I’m Wonder Woman…without the sexy costume.
My grossly neglected dogs (who have punished me for recent lack-of-attention by killing birds, eating bad Halloween candy and vomiting aluminum wrappers all over the floor under the table, and other manifestations of evil) had a vet appointment today. Both survived their respective tortures: Chewy is prone to ear infections: he has one (and it's… Continue reading I’m Wonder Woman…without the sexy costume.
Home Again. Jiggy.
Husband was released from prison the hospital yesterday: 2 months to the date since the drunk asshole in a borrowed SUV with SHITTY INSURANCE plowed into the motorcycle...yeah, I'm not bitter at all. But he's home, he's allowed to start working with crutches, and he managed it nearly three weeks earlier than we'd originally thought.… Continue reading Home Again. Jiggy.
My 250th Post Should Have Substance, right? (or, shit I’d do if Death was comin’ to GET me)
But instead, I'm pirating from myself. So I have this really good friend who is mostly bored to death with what most people do for fun (strip clubs, TV, movies, the bar...) and likes to discuss deep shit. I mean Deep Shit: he persistently asks me hard questions. Not rocket-science or calculus or how to bake… Continue reading My 250th Post Should Have Substance, right? (or, shit I’d do if Death was comin’ to GET me)
I am not Yoda, NaNoWriMo
I've spent the past two months in an all-encompassing fog of anxiety, depression, worry, and exhaustion. That's not any sort of plea for sympathy...it's my excuse for crappy and intermittent posting. I simply have very little to write about outside of dealing with the accident and aftermath, and instead of inflicting that upon ANYONE in cyberspace, I've avoided my blog (except in… Continue reading I am not Yoda, NaNoWriMo
Indeed, you WON’T like me when I’m angry.
The boys are pissed of this week. I can tell. The carpet by the upstairs bathroom has a brand-new-pee-spot EVERY GODDAMN NIGHT. They're so mad, they're not even peeing on the tile. Do you have any idea how much urine a 100 or 145 pound dog carries? A. Lot. Sigh. I may be the… Continue reading Indeed, you WON’T like me when I’m angry.
No Pithy Phrase 