This is not a real post. I'm going to sunny gorgeous Cancun tomorrow for a week with the recovering husband (dude, after the horrible fall/winter we had, it's time for a fricken cocktail on the beach!). Depending on his vice-grip on the iPad, I may or may not have an opportunity to post rude pictures… Continue reading Merida, she is NOT (a teaser-trailer for the Demented Disney Princess post)
Tag: Where I Should Be
I am unamusing. You can skip this post.
I think I lost a close friend last week. Not in a sock drawer or to circus. Not to any nefarious creature or mob hit: just lost him. Stubbornness may have been involved. And temper. I'm sure you're shocked and astounded that my temper would successfully push someone away. I am decidedly not shocked. Nor… Continue reading I am unamusing. You can skip this post.
This is not a corpse speaking…no really, I’m somewhat alive.
I've been offline quite a bit lately working on FINALLY finishing my first book (rough draft only). I'm not done, but I'm not dead. Yet.I figure I need to finish, because my excellent friend Sarah did a Tarot reading for me recently that was essentially a GIANT COSMIC WARNING that I'm "excessively fertile." I suppose it… Continue reading This is not a corpse speaking…no really, I’m somewhat alive.
This is a public service announcement, not a real post.
So due to a PLETHORA of spamming I've been getting since January, I broke down and added stupid word verification to my comments area. Dammit. I really don't like doing that (mostly because I generally have trouble reading the fucking verification data myself and it sometimes stops me from commenting on other blogs). Pretty please… Continue reading This is a public service announcement, not a real post.
Well, I Suppose I Asked For It.
Someone found my blog today by searching for this: "how do I put a demon back to hell" I think I won, but I'm a little worried what the prize would be in this situation. So I'm going back to regularly scheduled silliness. Like THIS (for which I'm unable to find anyone to credit, so… Continue reading Well, I Suppose I Asked For It.
My uterus is expired, because I say so.
This is not one of those "I must justify why I'm not having kids" posts. Mostly, because I don't generally justify my choices to anyone but Husband (because he has to gets to live with me). My impending nephew's estimated arrival is next month already. I make it sound like he's being delivered by a DHL truck or… Continue reading My uterus is expired, because I say so.
Cake: Above Hair Doodies, Below Sex on the Birthday Scale
So my birthday is coming up soon, hence the title. This is not a plea for birthday shenanigans, presents, or anything else. It's just a silly post (well, most of them are). Normally, I get all anxious and depressed around my birthday and obsess about all the things I haven't done yet. For example: I foolishly… Continue reading Cake: Above Hair Doodies, Below Sex on the Birthday Scale
Why I Bellydance (This is not a funny post. You probably don’t want to read it).
So I'm six feet tall. This has relevance, promise. By the time I was in fourth grade I was taller than everyone else AND I was getting boobs, because nature decided I needed multiple targets for the bullies in school. Since I was about eight I've been a pretty consistent failure at being a feminine… Continue reading Why I Bellydance (This is not a funny post. You probably don’t want to read it).
I fought the Con and the Con won
Fourth of July weekend in Minnesota doesn't generally involve BBQs, beach, or patriotic shenanigans for the hubs and me: for the past decade or so we've spent every 4th at CONvergence, the best, craziest, most fucked up, weirdest gathering of people I usually see all year. It's fabulous and mental, even more so than Renaissance Festival. And… Continue reading I fought the Con and the Con won
Life is HARD.
For my dogs. Which I typed as "gods" by accident once during this post. Also, life is apparently exhausting: Exhausting to the point of looking dead:
No Pithy Phrase 