My sister Rachel gave me her Insanity workout DVDs a little while back *coughtwoyearsagocough* and I thought I’d give them a go. With commentary, of course. (If you can’t blog about it, it hasn’t really happened.) Some of you may remember when I was berated by my Wii Fit, and- for longtime followers- when I live-blogged Core Rhythms and came away from both with serious life questions. But yes,
Too Busy For Hygiene.
August 27, 2012 By 3 Comments
Crawling towards soap. The dirt makes her blurry. My laziness has reached new heights. Or lows. (Let’s go with lows, since I’m currently on the floor.) This weekend was truly fun. Exhausting fun. But- let’s put it into perspective, here. I wasn’t scaling mountains with the girls strapped to my back. There were no death-defying underwater cave expeditions. (That’s next weekend.) There was
Full Disclosure: I Am Not A Contractor.
May 17, 2012 By 3 Comments
I’m with you, kid. There are many things that I just know:-The vocal lineup of most classic rock bands since 1972.-An innate awareness of when a ladybug sticker is being placed on an item of good furniture.-How to fall asleep on any surface despite exterior influences. And then there are things for which I fall woefully short:-Being able to relax/move on with my life when things are out of order.-Apologizing first.-And anything having to do with the putting-back-together of my {Read More}
Boycotton 2: The Drawstring Strikes Back
November 17, 2011 By 3 Comments
It’s fully been a week now of this whole Put On A Pair Of Pants Like You Mean It (And For God’s Sake Maybe Comb That Hair), a.k.a. my attempt to not be Mayor McGrubbington. For a solid week (actually, since last Wednesday- “counting” has never been one of my strongest suits) I’ve chosen a decent-ish outfit, sans sweatpants or hoodies, and attempted to style my hair and face. And here’s what the past week has shown me. I’m clearly {Read More}
Today’s Wordless Wednesday Is Brought To You…
November 9, 2011 By 1 Comment
…By the Letter ‘P’…and the Number 4[am]. Can you find all of the ‘P’ words? (The 4am is evident everywhere.)
Daylight Savings AGAIN?!
November 7, 2011 By 1 Comment
Out of sorts. But not Emo malaise. It has come to my attention- and not for the first time, either- that the institution of Daylight Savings is a terrible idea. Truly awful. Lemme ‘splain. 1. Neither I, nor anyone in my immediate family or scope of reference, has now or at any time been A FARMER. I care not about an extra hour of crop harvestin’. Or an hour less. (I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHICH ONE IT BENEFITS.) All know {Read More}
The Story Of The Monkey.
October 7, 2011 By 9 Comments
So this is the story of Susannah Mae. I will attempt to toe the line between crazy gory details (’cause there are people who really, really wanna know) and uh, non-crazy gory details. ‘Cause there are definitely people who DON’T. And pardon in advance my odder-than-usual vernacular, as well as the moments where I appear to be trailing off mid-sent… The drugs are my friends. Anyway. On the morning of the 4th, we set our alarms for 5am, knowing that we {Read More}
Someone Bring Me A Dustmop. Or A Pillow.
September 15, 2011 By 2 Comments
Putting on brass knuckles. I should not be left to my own devices. This includes all of the times where Nora is napping, I am caught up on household dirtiness, writing deadlines are breezed through, and P.J. is off doing something P.J.-like (i.e., watching Mad Men, showering, or building a door frame). What, you ask? There are times when all of these forces align and you find yourself with free pockets of the day, gaps of the afternoon and/or early {Read More}
