In T-Minus (wait, did I just write the equivalent of T minus minus? Whatever: you know what I meant) three days + one business day melting in Houston...I get to see The Bloggess!Live and in person (which may mean under a table, which I completely understand and support).I can't wait to see how many Rorys… Continue reading Filed under: UTTERLY worth the 6am flight.
Tag: not really sexy
I Broke My Funny Bone
Actually, I think I severely sprained my writing-anything-amusing bone. That should not be confused with a writing boner, which is really a different genre entirely.I started a new job last week, and while I really like the team and the culture (and hello, benefits) I do miss setting my own schedule. The rebel in me… Continue reading I Broke My Funny Bone
Yahoo Spam Thinks I’m a Cheating Alcoholic
You know, it seems odd to begin with that a separated woman gets emails inviting her to join "married but looking" cheating websites geared towards husbands, particularly when Ashley Madison just got hacked. Thanks Yahoo, but no, I'm not looking for a Asian girl or a fuck buddy named Adriana (who can't POSSIBLY be 18… Continue reading Yahoo Spam Thinks I’m a Cheating Alcoholic
It’s Dorian. Dorian Cruise.
Last week I watched Mission Impossible: Tom Cruise Never Gets Old.Let me preface this post by saying I love the MI movies, and not just for Simon Pegg and Jeremy Renner. I love them because I can usually see foreshadowing clearly, and so not many plots are surprising. In MI, of course the good guys… Continue reading It’s Dorian. Dorian Cruise.
It Matters. You Matter.
I tell myself some version of "it doesn't matter" upwards of a thousand times a day.Not all of that is a bad thing: It doesn't matter that I'm so sleepy: get up. It doesn't matter that I don't feel much like working today: do it anyway. It doesn't matter that the dogs made a huge mess: it's… Continue reading It Matters. You Matter.
Serendipity? This is not a real post.
You guys,Someone found my blog by searching "barfy foot massage."If you don't recall, I wrote once about exactly that here.Also, I checked when I was in Houston this week: it's still there. I still don't have the balls to walk in there: I'm not ashamed to say vomit smell makes me gag.I miss my girls… Continue reading Serendipity? This is not a real post.
Dear Houston: Put The Death Rays Away. I’m Visiting.
If this is my last post due to melting under Texas heat, will someone please scrape what's left of the puddle into the ocean?I'm heading to the office in Houston for a week on Sunday...my app says the temp will be a balmy 100 (or, if I'm really lucky, 99).However, I will probably cause all… Continue reading Dear Houston: Put The Death Rays Away. I’m Visiting.
SpiderFerns Are a Thing Now??
Once in a while people ask where I get ideas for stories, which I think is funny because I can't STOP coming up with stupid and horrifying combinations in my brain that could be a terrible story. I just don't usually share most of them...I'm weird enough already. But while downloading pics from my phone tonight… Continue reading SpiderFerns Are a Thing Now??
Mythic Monday is both late and a repeat…because I’m buried in boxes.
This one, originally published last fall here: Mythic Monday: Brownie seems apropos for the unpacking extravaganza. I don't have Lucky Charms in the house in Minnesota right now, but I DO have Honey Nut Cheerios, milk, and M&Ms...Help Wanted: small brownish creature willing to help clean my house, ride the dogs around in the middle of the night,… Continue reading Mythic Monday is both late and a repeat…because I’m buried in boxes.
Who Needs April Fools When There’s Texas?
As ridiculous as this post seems, it's all 100% true. Seriously, I can't make this shit up.Across from one of our favorite neighborhood restaurants is one of the many lingerie/toy shops in the neighborhood. No, we don't live in a red-light district: Houston firmly supports the idea of families...which seems to include the making of… Continue reading Who Needs April Fools When There’s Texas?
No Pithy Phrase 