October 2009
Breaking point reached.
yhf:
I’m kinda numb right now but as soon as that wears off I’m gonna be in a world of shit. A wise woman once told me that in times like this, you keep your head down and keep putting one foot in front of the other. I guess we’ll find out.
Yes. Keep taking steps. Your spirit or some such left little crusty bread crumbs and you’ll follow them. They glow in the dark. You can pick them up to...
making it up as I go
I’m trying to work. I have this really big meeting with my new really big client tomorrow morning and I don’t feel at all prepared even though I’ve spent much of the day scribbling thoughts all over other people’s documents. I’m going to walk into this meeting with what looks like the results of doodling all over my 7th grade class notes.
Lila and Chris are playing...
September 2009
life rafts & boot heels
After I read @inthefade’s PJM article today, I kept thinking about this poem. Then I made the mistake of reading some of the comments (when will I ever learn?) and so now I need to read this poem and hey, maybe some of you read the comments too, and maybe you might feel like putting on your boots (black. a little bit sexy. but serviceable) and heading out the door…
The Journey
One...
let’s go the scenic route get to finally...
I need someone to play with.
(via mamitamojita)
I’ll slide down your rainbow into your cellar door and we’ll be jolly friends forevermore…
Wait
There’s beer? Nobody told me there would be beer.
trying to remember
the last time it took me two and a half hours to drink a frickin’ martini…
or the last time I drank a martini for two and a half hours while playing “I Spy With My Little Eye” with a first grader who is staying up way past her bedtime…
coming up empty…
and married with children…
and OLD.
OK, so that makes sense
I’m not at all interesting, but I like interesting things.
Seriously,
ladawn:
I used to get 16 stars just for tweeting “Boobs”.
Oh, it’s because I don’t talk about my boobs anymore isn’t it?
Stupid trying to be a lady and having to stupid try harder to be stupid funny.
I feel your pain. I ran out of dick jokes, started exercising and eating better, so of course the first thing to go was the boobs. I haven’t had more than 3 stars in months. le sigh....
I'm only a little fickle
I know I followed a shit-ton of people this week and I just wanted to let those of you who are strangers know that I didn’t do it all willy-nilly.
I clicked through to your tumblr from folks I already adore and laughed my ass off and/or fell in love.
y’all inspire.
ETA: you make me want to be a better blogger.
“People go to record stores for the same reason they go to the farmers’ market....”
– Steve Albini, cranky recording engineer (via rations)
Love this comparison. So true, with an extra sensory experience added in…the yummy nom nom nom one.
It's what happens at the mall
Last night we made a trip up to Chapel Hill Mall (aka the Dead Zone where the real-life zombies of NE Ohio wander around slack-jawed, and 40% of the stores are empty) to buy a new washing machine at Sears. Amen for the Sears Card and their 12-month same as cash policy. It’s how we’ve managed all of our emergency appliance purchases. And that’s the deal, isn’t it? You need...
I and love and you -- new Avett Brothers album... →
it’s a lot more polished than their earlier, raw work, but still absolutely gorgeous.
I guess it wasn't as bad as a root canal,
but then again, for that I got pain killers.
Our adult day services tour went over like a ton of shit-frosted bricks, as expected.
I love trying to find ways to help someone who sits in an easy chair all day staring at the wall, who says I’m bored every time I see her, but refuses to get out and try anything new.
Granted, none of the high-functioning Alzheimer’s patients were there...
Do it.
frageelaytwit:
kfedup:
When Chris and I made our way back into each others lives — woah — ten years ago — he was still reeling from a forced indoctrination into Christianity via his friends who thought I, a soon-to-be divorced woman with a child, was the devil incarnate. They’ve since eaten at my table, and asked for seconds, so I hope we can safely assume that any thoughts along those lines...
Remember when I used to be the good daughter...
So wish me luck today as I drag my mother in-law, sulking and moaning and heavy sighing to her tour of the adult day care facility (a.k.a. Senior Social Club).
Early stage Alzheimer’s is a cranky old Eeyore who doesn’t want to do a damn thing to make herself feel better. (At least mine is…maybe yours is Julie from the Love Boat. Lucky.)
What? Interact with other human beings?...
Interrupting Cow
yayaa:
reimer:
The telephone is my Achilles heel.
I’ve grappled with the reasons why I have a crippling telephonic ineptitude for years, and I think today I figured it out: I hate interruptions. I’m guilty of interruptions in conversations, but interrupting someone’s daily life? That’s another story. Especially because you never know if you’re doing it when you dial a number. Especially...
It's in the washer stupid
When Chris and I made our way back into each others lives — woah — ten years ago — he was still reeling from a forced indoctrination into Christianity via his friends who thought I, a soon-to-be divorced woman with a child, was the devil incarnate. They’ve since eaten at my table, and asked for seconds, so I hope we can safely assume that any thoughts along those lines have...
