Hi! Hello! I’m back! I feel like a new woman—or, at the very least, like a slightly-used-but-none-the-worse-for-wear woman. I made a full mental recovery more or less the instant the Nearly stepped over the threshold of our apartment—he is like a soothing unguent applied to my flayed and battered nerves.
I am, however, woefully behind due […]
Dear Internets,
Gracious. This is the longest I have ever gone without posting, I think, since I began this godforsaken weblog. Not without reason, I assure you—to sum up:
Thursday: After several weeks of long hours and near death from overwork, large project at the office goes terribly wrong, leading to me calling problem-child editor “utterly useless” […]
What to write, what to write. I started a post on Saturday, and one on Sunday, and one yesterday, and yet here I am—still casting about for something to say.
Late Saturday night I returned from dinner with a friend and thought about writing something about the evening. We had seen some alarmingly attired women […]
Watching previews for new television shows now is different than it was five years ago. For one thing, the G-spot gets alot more mention.
In the wake of Sex and the City, it seems there have been a spate of comedies focusing on the sexual–if not romantic–exploits of single women. Which is a subject in […]
Gracious, you know you’ve reached the bottom of the pun barrel when you’re reduced to Ashley Simpson songs…
Anyway, I have been tagged by the lovely Avonlea.
So here you are:
Seven things to do before I die (not in order of priority):
1. Write a book of essays—I don’t need it to be wildly popular, or lauded […]
I do not care for this season.
Perhaps I would if it meant a long vacation, but it doesn’t. Perhaps I would enjoy it if I were Christian, and believed in the religious trappings of the holiday, but I am not and do not.
I rather like Christmas Eve—which I spend with my mother and brother and […]
I am buying a new car Whip. {I have taken to calling it my Whip in response to the Nearly’s assertion that I have the personality and sense of humor of a 85-year-old former vaudevillian. “Whip” is what the kids these days—or at least the people on MTV’s “Cribs”—are calling an automobile.}
Anyway, the new whip […]
Please accept my apologies for not having time to write an actual post. Work, at the moment, is thoroughly kicking my succulent white ass.
I hope you will accept the following poorly-written rhyming poem instead–it is titled “What I Wrote Instead of Taking Notes During Yesterday’s Two-Hour-Long ‘New Product Development’ Presentation:”
What I Wrote Instead of Taking […]
So, last night, at my apartment, was the Midwestern Infertile Blogger Confab. It was beyond any doubt one of the best nights in my recent memory. Mojitos were had. And yes, it was delicious to be able to talk about insurance, and uber-fertiles in the workplace, and to HSG or not to HSG, but our […]
