Friday, September 2, 2005
My heart goes out to the residents of the Gulf States that were ravaged by the hurricane. Please stay strong and take care of your neighbors and strangers in need of kindness. I don’t want to believe what I’m seeing on CNN. Why isn’t there more help? More National Guard? (Oh, that’s right, they’re in […]
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It’s bad when someone is stupid, but it’s really really bad when it’s your own stupid head that is to blame. My computer ate a completely finished freelance article, and I’m sure it’s something I did that was stupid. I’m still not entirely certain what happened there, as in my day job, I spend all […]
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I drive to Chicago and wait for Fu and Pie, who are trekking across Illinois. To waste time while they drive, I wander through the mall, a quest for undergarments, because my god, despite the fact that I have six pairs for three days, I still am having some kind of mental breakdown over the […]
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Wednesday, August 24, 2005
It is really early and I cannot sleep even though my sad pre-corpse is still feeling petulant and stiff from the abuse of the last few days. The life of a Wisconsin cube dweller simply does not prepare one for the physical demanding life of a rock star. My feet hurt. My ass hurts too. […]
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Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Weetabix : You know, with Mo moving here, she’s going to be coming over for dinner quite a bit, which means… vegetables. Esteban : You can make vegetables now. There’s nothing stopping you. Weetabix : I can and do, but it’s not a lot of fun to make them if it’s just going to be […]
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I will never again mock Esteban for his ability to move on household projects again. The man has changed. Not only did he arrange for my mother to come over and paint the insides of the new windows, but he also arranged for the hideous potting shed to be sided so that it matches the […]
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I keep fantasizing about really spectacular clumsy pratfalls, tumbles and flips. I get up from my desk to visit the bathroom (well, you know, more than visit, not that I sit down and actually have a chat with the bathroom. No wonder potty training is so traumatic) I picture a flailing stumble forward and then […]
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Wednesday, August 3, 2005
Things are crazy these days. Carazay, or however cutsie internetified way you want to spell that. I have no time for anything. Even my side projects have side projects. The only reason that renovations are progressing for the house is because Esteban has taken over. When we’re relying upon Esteban’s initiative to get things done […]
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Man, did my husband smell good when he left for camping. Should I be worried that he put on aftershave before going up to an All-Man Weekend? I have no plans this weekend, other than trying to reassure the cat. Actually, I take that back’ I’m going to work on freelance stuff, but other than […]
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I know that everyone everywhere has probably read about this, but the line “We’ve been bleaching lots of Texan winkers.” needs to be part of an award-winning poem. Esteban’s going to his annual Men/Dork Camping Weekend. I’m somewhat offended by the insistence of Men’s Camping Weekend (No GURLZ ALOUD!) because until the rest of the […]
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