Archive for August, 2009

Puritans May Not Be Much For Drinking, But Boy Can They Compose a Stirring Pamphlet

Sunday, August 30th, 2009

I just ate four peaches in a row. Thought I would share, lest you ever have cause to question my rabidly devoted stance on stone fruit. This weekend I also witnessed the most perfect sunset I’ve ever seen in my life while lying in the warm grass, and saw a bag of water dangling from [...]

Just Call Me Alexander

Thursday, August 27th, 2009

Yesterday narrowly escaped being a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day – about seven times. When avoiding the Peaks of Wretched became more effort than it was worth, I went home and crawled in bed with my dinner and my laptop and didn’t get out til morning. At least, I assume I’ll get out [...]

OOTLS, Round 2

Tuesday, August 25th, 2009

My main goal for cleaning out my house last month was to clear the way for something new. Lo and behold, a mere three days after I finished OOTLS the new job jumped into my lap. Why, hello, whacked-out theory! You look so pretty WHEN YOU’RE PROVING ME RIGHT. Even better, other people found it [...]

I’m Not Really a Pole Dancer. Or a Burlesque Dancer. And Why Do My Co-Workers Always Jump To This Conclusion?

Thursday, August 20th, 2009

Let’s abandon all hope that this will be a coherently-themed post, shall we? Are everyone’s expectations in proper alignment? Excellent. Zen Masters in Tiny Packages A friend’s 5-year-old son has become my new guru. He likes to walk up to his parents and say, “I flick you!” while demonstrating his index finger prowess. His parents [...]

A Chippendale is Just a Fancy Cabinet Anyway

Tuesday, August 18th, 2009

I used to think showing emotion in public was akin to stripping off my bra and whirling it three times over my head to better wrap it around an innocent chandelier. The chandelier I would then swing from by my knees. But I’m getting sappy in my fourth decade. My sarcasm gene squeaks in undignified [...]

My Table Manners Don’t Say Much For Me Either

Monday, August 10th, 2009

The extent of my oblivion is astounding at times. I was walking past the Civic Center on Sunday – a mere two days after my last day at work, I’m like a hardened art thief who can’t resist returning to the scene of the crime to stare at the empty wall and chuckle maniacally because [...]

The Holy Grail of Denim

Sunday, August 9th, 2009

I’m a very loyal person. When I was a junior in high school, I turned down a date for prom because I thought a friend wanted to go with him. (She didn’t.) (Oops.) I find a brand of chocolate chips I like and buy them until the company goes out of business – then I [...]

A Text Message Would Work Too

Tuesday, August 4th, 2009

My body is telling me something, but I have no idea what. For some reason, it revolts at the idea of sending me a nice email and prefers to send the message by forcing me to cling weakly to the cheese counter while the world condenses to the spots floating in front of my eyes, [...]