The night before my mom flew to California she stayed at my house so she could be closer to the airport, and so she could drop off her favorite child dachshund, Goliath, who would be spending the week with his favorite cousin Suzanna while Mom was away. Goliath is one of those perfect dogs: he’s … More The One With the Gnarly Neighbor
As Trista suggested, here is the entire question. I’d love to say that there actually is a context, but as you can see…not so much. I have all of the other answers, and I’m 99.9% sure they are correct, which would make the person referred to in the question in red something-or-other Jones. My gut … More Reference woes
Anybody have any idea what this is? It’s the last hole in my reference question pit of despair. I can’t find a single lead. If I at least knew what subject area to search…anybody?
Dear K.E. Court Cul-de-Sac Neighbors: If you happened to look out your front windows last night around 10:45 in time to see a pregnant woman wearing nothing but a too-small tie-dyed t-shirt, excessively large underwear, and a pair of black leather Mary Janes hissing obscenities at her dog, please accept my deepest apologies. I had … More Another public apology
I mentioned last week that my middle sister moved to California to attend art school. Last Tuesday my mother flew out to help her get settled. Her flight pattern was Charlotte-Atlanta-Orange County. At least it was supposed to be. She arrived at my house late Monday evening, as I’m about an hour closer to Charlotte … More Tuesday, September 12: The One With the Flying Mother
So it’s September 11, and I’m already miffed at CNN for rebroadcasting all of their footage from 9/11 in real time. To put it mildly, I just don’t think that was necessary. Then I get to work and numerous colleagues are decked out–I mean, DECKED OUT–in red, white and blue. Long faces and sighs and … More Monday, September 11, 2006: The One Where I’m Accused of Treason
…this is how the listings for the last several days would read: Sunday, September 10, 2006: The One With No Pants Monday, September 11, 2006: The One Where I’m Accused of Treason Tuesday, September 12, 2006: The One With the Flying Mother Wednesday, September 13, 2006: The One With No Subject-Verb Agreement Thursday, September 14, … More If my life were an episode of "Friends,"…
I have a lot to say today, but currently I am beating back the urge to blog in an effort to smack down procrastination, as I must spend my early afternoon on this: “Exam 1 September 13, 2006Question: After viewing and participating in the Collection Policies class session, think about all the information presented PRECEDING … More Please stay tuned
Dear Megan, When you finally recover your cell phone and listen to your messages, please disregard the one from me. You see, when I got the message from Mom that said, “I can’t find Megan. She’s not answering her phone. I can’t get in touch with [her boyfriend] either. Have you heard from her? Call … More Public apology
I can’t even remember if I’ve mentioned that I’m taking two graduate courses this semester. It was all part of The Plan That Wasn’t To Be: I was going to be working in a school media center, which was going to limit my constant contact with kids, which was going to limit my exhaustion; I … More Procrastination
one small corner of the universe 