I don’t think I’m mentioned on this blog lately how much I adore Tom Selleck. Seriously, how cute is he? And sweet? And funny? I’m planning to spend the rest of the summer on his ranch in Northern California. I could be a convincing rancher, right? I’ll let you know how it goes. Actually, I’ll … More Slow day at the ranch
Imagine a sheepish look on my face. Imagine, even, that I’m on my knees, humbly bowed in an act of contrition. Even better, imagine this: There’s a scene in the movie “Forget Paris” where Debra Winger is trying to free a pigeon that has somehow managed to get itself stuck on one of those adhesive … More The one where I grovel and assure you all I’m still alive
Why aren’t there old cafeteria men? Edited to clarify: You know, in schools. With hair nets and rubber hospital gloves. Why?
I know. You were just sitting there thinking, “God, I can NOT go on with my day–my life!–without knowing what hd did today. And that’s what I’m all about here, helping people. So, in no particular order, I give you my day. You’re welcome. I spent a considerable amount of time perusing this website. The … More What I did today
I had a lonely night, so the February feeling, which has been slowly receding to my periphery, started creeping back toward my center. I decided to combat the oozing heaviness with a facial. I knew I was going to be okay when I looked in the mirror and laughed right out loud at myself: green … More Not all that bad
Behold: my family a la South Park. Seriously, I need help. I don’t think I can collect unemployment if this is the reason I’m not working. Mom Megan Charity
Act I: First of all, I’m not really embarrassed by any of my shoes. My many many many shoes. I love shoes, and have been told, in fact, that I should be embarrassed to have so many. I’m not. That’s how it is with addiction. Only others can admit you have a problem. But there … More Friday Photo: Shoes–A Story in 3 Acts
Thanks to Trista and this website, one of two things will probably happen in the very near future. One, I may lose my job because I spent the day making South Park versions of all my colleagues, some of which were not very nice. Not only was I completely void of productivity (cut me some … More I have a little problem
…this is for Trista.
Yesterday when I got home–you remember yesterday, the day I wanted to quit my job and become a mechanic and murder my boss–I had all of 15 minutes to eat, change, and get my grad stuff together for my 5:30 class. As I was dashing around the house grabbing books, opening cans of Beefaroni*, and … More Rest assured I won’t be pursuing a career in appliance repair
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