Archive for November, 2007

True Story, Broken Vagina, Baseball Bat, Etc: Part II

Tuesday, November 27th, 2007

(This is a series. If you’re trying to read this backwards on Google Reader, you may want to start here. Story officially begins here.) I come from sturdy peasant stock, the kind with thick ankles who squat in the corn fields to give birth. No sissy HMOs for us. So I was startled to discover [...]

Ode to a Thanksgiving Turkey

Wednesday, November 21st, 2007

There was a young turkey named Fred Who was forced to live in a shed. ‘Twas quite all right, for six dark nights ‘Til he realized someone wanted him dead. ~ Fred sat on his bed, all alone in his shed Pondering his own demise. Innocent was he, til suddenly He learned of a recipe. [...]

If I Blog About Jesus, Will He Show Up Too?

Tuesday, November 20th, 2007

The internet black hole – the one that chewed on my head and considered swallowing me whole – has found me unworthy of its discerning black hole palate and spit me back out again. I am profoundly grateful and only slightly bedraggled. And feeling like the worst sort of internet tease for posting a Part [...]

True Hollywood Story of a Girl with a Broken Vagina and a Baseball Bat, Part I

Monday, November 12th, 2007

I was a late bloomer. Embarrassingly late. And I’m not talking about boobs. But since you bring it up… Dear Boobs, I’m almost 30 years old. Where ARE you? Love, Moose I could blame my lack of romance (much less something approaching a real relationship, which, as we all know, dumps romance into the whirling [...]

Even the Gopher Looked Grossed Out

Sunday, November 11th, 2007

The dog almost caught a gopher on Bernal Hill this afternoon. She pawed at the hole with more than her usual fervor, so I went to check the proceedings. A small, brown rodent struggled pitifully, trying to writhe away from the pup’s frantic slavering. It wasn’t the first time I regretted eating an entire bag [...]

Well-Dressed Ducks Make Me Happy

Saturday, November 10th, 2007

Remember yesterday’s post? Where I implied that my story would begin “tomorrow”? Which is, of course, today? I lied. My story will begin on Monday. For now, it’s drizzling and I’m wrapped up in a blanket. My plan is to eat chocolate chips in front of the TV while organizing my many to-do lists. So [...]

Tomorrow: The True Hollywood Story of a Girl with a Broken Vagina and a Baseball Bat

Friday, November 9th, 2007

I find myself paralyzed. Why did I crack open the Can’t Have Sex file? Wasn’t breaking my favorite coffee mug into foot-biting shards on the kitchen floor this morning enough cracking for one week? NO. I MUST STICK MY NOSE INTO COMPLICATED PLACES. PLACES LIKE VAGINAS. Oh, I’m just making it worse, aren’t I? Once, [...]

So It Begins

Thursday, November 8th, 2007

I have a little story for you. I’ve been wanting to talk about it for years but, well, it’s a story. A story that may require multiple parts and, frankly, I’m a little lazy. And this is hard to talk about. I’m still not quite sure how to discuss it without violating my relationship’s number [...]

Rock Bottom, Hitting Thereof

Wednesday, November 7th, 2007

Yes, I’m posting pictures of my dog. Shut up.

NoShoeBloPoMo (Dear God, What IS this Acronym?)

Tuesday, November 6th, 2007

My first word was “shoes.” I’m not even employing the ever-popular Blog Reality Edit for the sake of this post. I have two rather amused parents who can verify this episode in my young, mewling life: I pointed to my feet, opened my mouth (as yet untried in the formation of English speech), shouted “SHUZ!”, [...]