On the left side of the sanity bell curve
This is totally a work in progress. I was on my way somewhere else with this and somehow ended up here. Read it if you want but don't be too mean with your comments. This is the really shitty draft before the shitty first draft. I just had to get it down so I wouldn't ...
I think it was last year [I say think since I don't actually know when] I was sent a book called Sarah's Key and whether it was due to the fact that I had other stuff on my plate at the time or just me forgetting about the book, I never read it. I meant to. ...
I laid myself, ever so gingerly, back on the sharp rocks. I had an instant mental image of a sideshow at a dirty roadside carnival with a barker beckoning passersby to witness the amazing feat of a woman lying comfortably on a bed of nails. I stared up at the bright blue sky. There wasn't a single ...
I am MAKING myself write. Just writing that made me feel all tired and stuff. All day, I've had wonderful, prize winning posts floating around in my head and now that I sit down to actually write something, I just want to close the tab. I have it on very good authority that I'm manic right now. Imagine ...
I've been slacking on this whole "work" thing like crazy [imagine that] and haven't checked my email in a coon's age. So, imagine my chagrin when I sat down at my laptop this morning, coffee in hand, and checked my email only to find a rather shitty email about my post that I wrote on ...
Several years ago, my wisdom teeth were giving me all kinds of grief. Since I was a young college student who made about 7k a year, I didn't have the cash to get those damn teeth cut out of my head. My mom gave me a trip to the dentist as a birthday present and off ...
You know you've spent way too much time away from your website when you find yourself typing the sentence, "See? I'm not dead." I've said it before and I'll say it again: sometimes work [and that damn Twilight series] takes precedence over my site. When this site pays as much as work then I'll be writing over ...
I wrote this when we still lived in Florida and Tucker was still in the Navy. I can specifically remember Tucker getting home from watch - midnight maybe - and Cara was in bed and I was sitting out on our porch, chain smoking, and Tucker came up to me and I raised a hand because ...
I just checked my email - after a day spent away from the computer and spent instead on the Little Big Planet demo - and I was met with an email asking if I'd like to go to this thing in October. A thing that will require me to fly...something I abhor after spending 22 hours ...
Love for me has never been as constant as the North Star. [I'm sure that Shakespeare is rolling over in his grave as I bastardize one of his most famous quotes.] Love for me ebbs and wanes and then is bolstered by some minuscule occurrence and all is right with the world again. This holds true in my ...
When I pictured this post as I was making dinner and tweeting about how AMAZING it was going to be, I saw brilliantly framed photos of perfectly golden brown pork surrounded by the orange of baby carrots which glistened in butter and the juices from the pork. I saw a pot of lentils that looked as ...
Before we left for Arkansas on Friday, I noticed that the Cara and Ollie's toilet had sprung a leak. Such an impressive [meaning annoying] leak that the floor was covered with water and the bathroom rugs were sopping wet. We turned off the water to the toilet, cleaned up the flood and went to Arkansas. Yesterday, Tucker ...
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