July 2006

100011010101110101!

July 30, 2006

Oh, I am so ashamed. If I can’t even take care of a blog, how am I going to take care of a baby? I can’t just be “too busy” to feed a baby for six days, even if my desk at work does look like this: And even if this picture was taken yesterday [...]

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I Have To Think Of A Title, Too?

July 24, 2006

1. Friday I worked an 11-hour day. Saturday I was in the office from 11 to 5. Sunday I wrote FOUR midterm papers. It was a beautiful, sunny weekend. The sort of weekend a girl might like to spend, say, sipping sangria and reading trashy mysteries on a terrace while being fanned by lusty houseboys. [...]

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She Might Have A Promising Career As A Sword Swallower…

July 21, 2006

First of all, thank you all so very, very much for the kind Bloggiversary wishes. I learned a lot from reading them, namely that I shouldn’t read especially sweet blog comments when I am hungover, unless I want to dissolve into tears and wake the Actually by blubbering “I L-L-Love the INTERNET!” Also, your comments [...]

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They Grow Up So Fast…

July 19, 2006

Hello! I never blog whilst intoxicated, but I will make an exception for tonight: it is my Bloggiversary, and Flotsam is one year old. Whoo! I bought a special bloggiversary wine that tastes not unlike melted butter, and I am living on the edge by typing DIRECTLY INTO MY POST TEMPLATE, rather than writing in [...]

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The Return Of Millie.

July 18, 2006

If conditions at my place of work are any indication, the time has come for the return of Flotsam’s workplace advice column. As you may remember, Millie was a school chum of Emmy Post’s and is an expert on office etiquette. She is here to help. Dear Millie, By day I am a database processor [...]

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I Flashed A Homeless Man, Or Why I Love The Internet.UPDATED

July 15, 2006

What would you do if someone were calling you at night, singing John Prine songs onto your answering machine and leaving slurred, vaguely hostile messages? What if that person were drunk? And an unmedicated manic-depressive? What would you do if that person were your father? By Thursday night, my father’s mania had reached a familiar [...]

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Bowed But Not Broken (Yet).

July 11, 2006

In an attempt to look less…porcine by the time my wedding rolls around, I recently decided to resume exercising. Thanks to the excellent advice of DoctorMama, I even had a foolproof plan. Or thought I did. The Actually looked concerned when I told him I planned to turn myself into A Runner—not just A Person [...]

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Home Again, Home Again.

July 5, 2006

Here I am, back from vacation. My first vacation in a scandalously long time. Yesterday I was lounging on my Nearly-In-Laws’ deck, having bacon delivered to me by my Nearly Mother-In-Law, reading a non-school-related book and listening to sheep make low, sheepy noises. Today I am preparing for tomorrow’s return to work, drinking cheap wine, [...]