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)
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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.
Random Shit: Because I Still Can’t Write A Real Post
The weekend was a flurry of hospital time, family time (parents are heading back to California today, because they're assholes who live where it's warm), and errands. I suck at blogging lately, it's true. I spent quite a bit of time surfing facebook in the dark because Husband was napping and I couldn't turn the goddamn… Continue reading Random Shit: Because I Still Can’t Write A Real Post
Update: This was going to be a real post, but then there was an angry dog. And Bellydancing Chewbaccas.
There's a real post coming, and the next flash fiction entry for my Seven Deadly Sins project (which was sidetracked by broken pelvis scaffolding and hospitals). In the meantime: My sister is a HUGE Viking's fan. I'm not a football fan in general (although I AM quite a fan of Vikings punter Chris Kluwe, but that's… Continue reading Update: This was going to be a real post, but then there was an angry dog. And Bellydancing Chewbaccas.
If it’s NOT "The Count of Monte Cristo" I have no freaking idea.
"We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it... Anyone can love 'because.' That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something 'despite.' To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect." -Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's FearYou should probably ignore this… Continue reading If it’s NOT "The Count of Monte Cristo" I have no freaking idea.
Groupon is making me fat…and other random crap
My time in the hospital inappropriately jump-started a new diet plan (hey, I lost 12 pounds in that first two weeks and it's stayed off...might as well get SOMETHING good out of this shit!). I find the following Groupon really annoying, now that I'm making a conscious effort to eat better and do some sort… Continue reading Groupon is making me fat…and other random crap
My Middle Name? Definitely not THAT.
Have I mentioned I'm not a terribly patient person? Yeah. I'm not. I have no intention of turning this blog into a medical-world-recovery diary, but it's likely to creep in here and there... The way people react to a crisis is fascinating, and if I wasn't in the midst of one I'd likely be… Continue reading My Middle Name? Definitely not THAT.
What the hell…it’s mid-September already?
Jesus Hannibal Christ. (Hey, the "H" has to stand for something, right?) The past two weeks have been a sleep-deprived, stress-induced blur...all of the sudden summer is dead and we've moved into MY FAVORITE SEASON. Conveniently, this happened just when Husband is awake, out of the ICU, on the (cranky) mend, and able to coordinate his… Continue reading What the hell…it’s mid-September already?
Birds are Significantly Slower than Flies
We've always had a really good relationship with our next door neighbors. This is an important thing when your home is the end unit in a townhome complex and you have two excessively large dogs. In all the years we've lived here we had one incident, when Thor was a large and boisterous 8 month… Continue reading Birds are Significantly Slower than Flies
No Pithy Phrase 