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Monthly Archives: June 2002

Ok, just someone stop me if I start wearing glittery jumpsuits and eating fried peanut butter sandwiches

Guess who’s feeling lots better? Come on. Guess. No, not Mariah Carey. No, not Anne Heche either. Oh, now who said Margot Kidder? Seriously. Quelle 1996! Cripes. Ok. Me. It’s me. I feel lots better now. Death rattle is almost gone! Yay! Go me! (Weetabix does her happy ‘I’m so healthy I feel like dancing […]

Lots of little housekeeping details… and Pamie

Oh my gosh. Pamie’s back. If you don’t know who Pamie is, you can go check her out for yourself. But let me tell you this: she is the person who inspired me to keep this goofy page happening. I am but a pale imitation of Pamie. A pale, curvy round Northern less exciting imitation. […]

You can sodomize Captain Kangaroo, you can KFC Big Bird, but don’t be messing with Mr. Rogers

I think I have passed the entire movie set of Waterworld through my pores in sweat. On the plus side of things, I can now fit into my medium stage of jeans, the same ones that were six inches apart last week. Apparently, the diet of bottled water and whole grain toast is a good […]

You can sodomize Captain Kangaroo, you can KFC Big Bird, but don’t be messing with Mr. Rogers

I think I have passed the entire movie set of Waterworld through my pores in sweat. On the plus side of things, I can now fit into my medium stage of jeans, the same ones that were six inches apart last week. Apparently, the diet of bottled water and whole grain toast is a good […]

Phlegm. Lots of phlegm. And other really bad mind pictures

Oh man. My uterus has decided that this is an excellent opportunity to inflict me with the curse, being that I’m bedridden and coughing out various special effects from 80’s horror movies. I think my lungs are filled with sand paper. Note to self: close mouth when swimming at beach. Thankfully, however, the cramps are […]

Don’t stand between me and a Krispy Kreme… you’ve been warned.

Last night, we had Poolapalooza at Ward & June’s house, which was fun. They invited Mo and Abby along because they like to pretend that Abby is Esteban and my child, particularly because she looks like a rather convincing combination of our DNA. The entire evening was delightful. I managed to prevent myself from being […]

Tantalizing tasty treats… and death

Today, my Incredibly Healthy But So Darned Nice You Can’t Hate Her coworker and I engaged in a little food pornography. We read recipes to each other. Dessert recipes. It started when I had a craving for an obscure little dessert bar which is only served at banquets at a little banquet hall in East […]

Would you like a receipt? Or maybe the number of a good chiropractor?

I have a new purse. It’s very cute. It’s a basket really. I’ve always had latent Anne of Green Gables fantasies, I suppose. This one is lined with blue gingham and has a single little leather strap. It’s meant to be carried in a dainty fashion’ there’s no throwing over the shoulder with this little […]

Bless the little children. Bless them every one.

It was a bad day for Operation Hottie. I ate several cookies. There was a latent package of Girl Scout Cookies lurking where I might stumble upon them. Ok. In the garage. They were in the garage underneath some mail. But still. Insidious little bitches. Also I was too lazy to go for a walk […]

Life is a house full of big old girly crying and red messed up faces

I watched Life as a House tonight. I still have tears in my eyes. I never used to cry so much, honestly. I rarely cry now’ really good literature and movies, mostly. Sometimes music can overwhelm me. It bothers Esteban, I think, because he’s so outwardly emotional. It makes for some interesting fights, too, as […]

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