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?
Huffington Post: Reminding Me There’s ALWAYS Something Worse
In today's science section:Octopus Valentine's Day Sex Session Scrapped Over Cannibalism FearsSo this was my first Valentine's Day as a not-married person in a loooong time. And I'll admit, while I consider Vday to be mostly an indicator that chocolate is about to go on sale I did have a moment or five of sad.… Continue reading Huffington Post: Reminding Me There’s ALWAYS Something Worse
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?
I have no good title for this…It’s an anniversary of sorts.
It's been two years this weekend since Husband and a friend were on his motorcycle when they were schmucked by a drunk asshole. I say schmucked because said drunk asshole was going about 45mph and didn't slow down. At all. He pinned Husband's leg between the truck and the bike, breaking his pelvis in two… Continue reading I have no good title for this…It’s an anniversary of sorts.
Montana in a minute or less…
My sister (Han's mom) got married last weekend in her fiance's dad's backyard...in Helena, Montana. There is one, count 'em ONE, direct flight from Minneapolis to Helena, which got us there at 11:30pm. No fancy mountain pictures to be had at that time of night, but Husband and I were greeted by this: I SEE… Continue reading Montana in a minute or less…
I Am Not a Dude, Yahoo. Stop Offering Me Women.
My yahoo email address isn't particularly masculine, so I'm mildly amused and somewhat disturbed that I received the following emails in my Spam folder this morning: Sexy Brides! Hot Russian and Ukrainian Brides Looking For Love Because a husband isn't enough: I NEED the drama of another wife in the house. Sister wife I am… Continue reading I Am Not a Dude, Yahoo. Stop Offering Me Women.
My loved ones are assholes. Well, some of them, anyway.
So my meetings today were over early and I had a horrid headache, so I went home to work from the couch. Because my company is FUCKING COOL like that.I took a bunch of ibuprofin and thought a hot shower would help kill off the tiny evil gnome attempting to burrow way out of my temple. OF COURSE… Continue reading My loved ones are assholes. Well, some of them, anyway.
I’m not a sex therapist, but I play one occasionally (Not on TV)
This post is likely ok for work, but not safe for prudes or children. If you're either, go away.I'm an introvert.If you're a Meyers Briggs aficionado, I'm usually an INFP...meaning I'm an introverted intuitive feeling perceptor (I don't remember what the N means, and I'm too lazy to look it up). What the fuck does that… Continue reading I’m not a sex therapist, but I play one occasionally (Not on TV)
I wonder what would happen if little girls weren't raised on a constant diet of damsels-in-distress, of princesses who only become truly happy when they're finally married off and in a position (presumably) without any work? Look at Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty: NONE of them are happy until they've met Prince Charming in one… Continue reading On Fairytales