Life is Like a Rollercoaster, Not a Freaking Box of Chocolates
February 6th, 2012
At least…my life is. Somewhat. I have highs… And then I have lows. Unfortunately for me, my lows are pretty effing low. I mean, dig down 6 feet into the ground low. My aunt recently had a birthday party, and I was all gung-ho to help her celebrate but then when the party actually happened… [...]
I Didn’t Tell Him To, I Swear
November 9th, 2011
Yesterday we hied to the doctor for Pudding’s annual checkup. If you’ve been reading for any decent stretch of time, you know my theory, the Murphy’s Law of Doctors. Well, that came into play again yesterday. Having left the pediatrician we had previously because of constantly having to deal with the one asshole in a [...]
It’s Hot and Beautiful Outside
May 27th, 2011
…just like me. In your face, Shit-oshi Kanazawa. (I know, infantile…but what do you expect from a woman who hangs out with a 7-year old and a 3-year old all day?) I’m feeling good. It’s a long weekend. The Tech Guru is already on his way home, although he just texted me that he is [...]
Habitual Line-Steppers
September 30th, 2010
This is one of my favorite lines from the saga of Rick James as told by Charlie Murphy on the Dave Chappelle show. I get so tired of habitual line-steppers. I have one in my life who is, unfortunately, a family member and from the time we were teens she has continually crossed the line [...]
The Case of the Disappearing Contractors
July 15th, 2010
The one thing I can’t stand – okay, there’s lots of things, but this is today’s pet peeve – is disappearing contractors. I don’t mean contractors who disappear after half of your kitchen is in a shambles and they’ve received a sizable deposit from you. That is admittedly much worse than what I’m griping about, [...]
You. And You. But Not You.
December 8th, 2007
This morning I took Punksin to ballet class. It’s usually a family event, with hubby and Pudding along too, because that’s just how we do things. Besides, we’ve formed a cool little group of parents over there, hanging out, waiting for our daughters to finish, and yukking it up. First we met one mom who [...]
