I watch the Triple Crown every year...from the no-hat-required, jeans-friendly couch in my house. My family texts off and on all day before the Kentucky Derby: after all, for those of us in Minnesota the Derby is the last sign that winter is truly over, because horse racing season has begun. It's similar to Winter/Construction… Continue reading Why I Can’t Ever Attend the Kentucky Derby
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Cheaper Than A New Body Part?
A year ago my husband and I separated. Contrary to everyone's expectations, we've managed to do so not only amicably, but actually remain close friends interested in each other's welfare and happiness as we've each ridden the emotional (and practical) waves that come with the end of a marriage.We still hang out often on weekends… Continue reading Cheaper Than A New Body Part?
But, What Kind of Person Deflowers COCONUTS?
You know, people REALLY overuse the term virgin.Today, I got spam advertising 100% Organic Virgin Coconut Oil.Sigh.Let's ignore the fact that I can't really imagine how someone grows inorganic coconuts, since coconuts are plant life and therefore BY DEFINITION they are organic. Ok, so you want to argue "organic" in this case means grown without… Continue reading But, What Kind of Person Deflowers COCONUTS?
"Happy" Isn’t My Goal
There's this absolutely fantastic video going around on social media in which Jada Pinkett-Smith tells her daughter, eloquently and with the sort of power only she has, that the messaging in this country to women about being wives and mothers needs to change. Her point is that women are made to feel guilty or "less"… Continue reading "Happy" Isn’t My Goal
At Least My Weird Is Universal?
Yet another way in which I am not a normal woman popped up in the last week. Yes, I am pretty much a weirdo across all genres. Where's my girl scout* badge for THAT?? Over the holidays (a word which should be said quietly with a reverent "thank the Gods for them, thank the Gods they're… Continue reading At Least My Weird Is Universal?
ADVENTURE is a Double-Edged Word
I haven't blogged much lately: truth be told I've been fighting off a depression of sorts for all of November. Most days it's been hard to muster the energy to be pleasant at work, so I haven't written much at all. That's not a request for attention: I get these once or twice a year, and… Continue reading ADVENTURE is a Double-Edged Word
Updated for Clarity: This post is rated R for graphic imagery.
It has been brought to my attention that this post is an emotional response in itself. I disagree, and as such have added clarifying points at the bottom. I usually warn when it's not a funny post. This time, I'm warning for a different reason: I have an excellent imagination. Truly, this is not a post… Continue reading Updated for Clarity: This post is rated R for graphic imagery.
I Might Be A Jerkface
This is a little ranty...I'm not sorry.I'm sort of inundated with books to review right now (two for a magazine, two for a website, and another one on the way, plus I still want to review Furiously Happy in a more meaningful way)...which is why I've been all incognito-like on my own blog. It's a… Continue reading I Might Be A Jerkface
Cold Medicine Induced Hallucinations
I think I may have spelled "hallucinations" incorrectly.Huh. Blogger says nope. Well all right then.I've been a miserable coughing shell of an actual human for the past three weeks or so, with a cold or allergies or a malicious and truly disgusting phlegm alien taking up unwelcome residence in my lungs. I'm tired. I'm on… Continue reading Cold Medicine Induced Hallucinations
The Old Ones…or…Why I Shouldn’t Be Allowed In Public
This should be filed under "yup, she's disturbed and thinks weird dark things" and you're welcome to ignore this post if horror isn't your gig. Or horror humor. Or really fucked up thought processes resulting in inappropriate innuendo. Yes, yes, I know it's early to be thinking about Poe and Lovecraft...it's still August, after all. But… Continue reading The Old Ones…or…Why I Shouldn’t Be Allowed In Public
No Pithy Phrase 