sister #4 is going in for a colonoscopy on tuesday. sadly, i will not be able to take part in the grand event because i will be in canada. and that odor you smell, tha’ts the pungent scent of sarcasm. i’m about ready to shove my foot up her ass. she’s talked non-stop for the [...]
last night before class, Kelly and i got to chatting about singlehood and men and dating in general. she wrote recently about her not so great luck with personal ads. we talked about how hard it was to find someone. she said if someone would have told her how hard it was post-college, she would [...]
last night at grumpy’s i had an utterly delightful conversation with a couple of germaphobe/hypochondriac’s. i am not afraid to say that one of them is Kelly (who i incidentally had a crazy dream about last night). she even told me how she once slept over at a boyfriend’s house and slept on top of [...]
just when i decide to become a moody brunette, redheads are all the rage
i was so distracted by the ice-covered roads, my traveling anxiety, my lateness, and my general crappy mood that when i was at the gas station today i grabbed the wrong diet coke. if i were a weaker person i would be weeping. diet coke with cherry is some of the most vile stuff i’ve [...]
i am sullen and quiet. i’m not sure why. if someone out there has a smile with my name on it, send it my way.
i haven’t spent a sunday in a funk like this in a long, long time. i don’t know what’s gotten into me, but Kathleen Turner Overdrive just served up Bob Dylan’s “I Want You” followed by Damien Rice’s “The Professor” and it left me a weepy mess. i just feel really lonely and depressed tonight. [...]
today i feel as though i am fighting off a nasty hangover and i haven’t even had anything to drink in two entire days. perhaps hangovers can strike randomly. all i feel like doing is laying around in my pajamas and listening to the beatles. i feel like i’m in college again.
for some reason this one is my favorite. i just love little kid feet.
this is either cade’s or nolie’s bowling shirt for the chromey v. chromey bowl-a-thon. max did somersaults when he say that we were gonna be the party penguins this year. see, a few weeks ago max had a terrible rotten no good very bad day, because they had gone shopping and they found some wonderful [...]
when sister #4 was a senior in high school, she had a foreign exchange student named Enrico come to stay with my family for a few weeks. since seating space is limited in a family of 10 (there was only ten of us then), you counted yourself lucky if you got an actual chair/couch space. [...]
i’m not sure why poor turkey lurkey has no red feathers. max couldn’t remember why either but he said there was a very important reason at some point.
as soon as he saw the shirts, max dug out ol’ chilly heart penguin or whatever the hell the damn care bear cousin’s name is. max promptly proclaimed him our mascot. he even included a little note there in the picture (written by his mom) so everyone would know.
tonight while i’m at the chromey v. chromey bowl-a-thon, i’m gonna have movable type mysteriously post photos that max took on thanksgiving. you will, most definitely notice a theme. he’s in the ‘people are boring to photograph’ phase of his artistic development.
as is our tradition, yesterday after dinner and before doing the dishes, we drew names for christmas. before the official drawing of the names we had the Official Store Debate. for those of you playing along at home, every year we draw the name of the person we have to get a christmas gift for. [...]
MN Reads PW.net
