Friday, September 11, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Knocked up again.
There wouldn't be a surprise if you stop humping like rabid weasels. Or wrap that bad boy. Or get a freaking IUD. But apparently the adherents of the QuiverFull brand of religion do not encourage family planning. Carbon footprint? Carbon freaking stampede.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
" i don’t know how you alaskans dealt with her before McCain put her on the map. all i know is that i am so so sorry that you were forced to endure her reign; it must have been like being led by a muppet. a corrupt muppet. in evil high heels. "
Corrupt muppets in evil high heels. This person is quite possibly my soulmate.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
- All her dress clothes that stopped fitting her over a decade ago.
- Her dress shoes, when she stopped wearing heels.
- Her cassettes once she graduated to CD's.
- The portable hood hairdryer.
- Around 200 haircurlers.
- A bazillion tupperwear containers.
- Old, old, old booze. Booze that was in the house when I was a teenager. I won't even drink it now.
- Spices. She stopped cooking when dad died. She never used the spices anyway. Again, been there since my childhood. The oregano is grey.
Fortunately ( so far ) my brother has moved into the house. So we don't really need to be Hell-bent on hoeing out. However it is a Project and a half. Once I get it under control, I'm going to simplify things here at home.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
She was highly organized, so there has been very little I've had to do arrangement wise. Three cheers for pre-planning. It's not morbid. It saves your loved ones having to think when they are most likely shattered. There's plenty to do without having to wonder whether to go with the upscale casket or the cardboard box for cremation. Like my dad said: "I want the damn cardboard box! Why burn up good money? Why should I care what I'm in? I'll be dead!"
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
I'm tired. I want to sleep all the time. Stress is exhausting. Even The Minion mentioned that I look awful. Sweet boy that he is. The only way I'm remaining sane through this emotional shit-storm is to think of things like the following:
Has anyone ever wondered why the numbers on phonepads and remotes are the reverse direction on a calculator? That bit of weird has been bugging me for days.
Monday, February 16, 2009
So, who wants to guess whether the pot from last night has been washed at some point today?
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Some days I really enjoy being Eleanor. Click the pic to see her in all her splendid loveliness.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Six Wives ( 800 plus pages of historical text on Henry VIII's unfortunate Queens )
The Audacity of Hope ( No need to link this one)
Waiter Rant ( a must for anyone who has worked on the floor or behind the Line )
Shadow Child and The Gore ( Joe Cirtro scares the bejeezuz out of me. Creepy familiar surroundings. Makes going out to the woodpile after dark a deeply spooky and hurried experience.)
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Since scent is the main focus of Jitterbug, I've been thinking about how scent triggers memory. Old Woodsman bug dope: my dad. Peppers and onions: my grandmother's house. People tell me how nice I smell ~ Mayan Gold, I've worn it for years ~ I'm unable to smell it after about an hour but other people can.
Had a flying dream last night. It was diagonal flying. Which was different.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Fossils or cannibalized flesh? Some days it's hard for a girl to decide.