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My brain is a little sludgy lately. I’m not sure if it’s this cold that won’t go away or the weather. Actually, I’m pretty sure I know exactly what it is. I’m getting anxious about my next appointment with Aloysius. November 30th. Three weeks. Twenty one days. Dude. A lot of you are participating in NaNoWriMo (National [...] It started over lunch with a friend. Melissa is smart as a whip, well spoken, and deliberate with every thought and action. But for some reason, she is still willing to occasionally meet with my grammatically challenged ass to discuss writing and gab about life in general. Melissa: “I have to tell you about this book I’m reading.” Me: [...] Herbert broke a string, so I’ve got no uke-ical stylings for you today. I know. You’re destroyed. But I promise I’ll learn something for next week, k? Feel free to make your requests in the comments. (Yes Kelly, I’m working on Iron Man already…) I have my quarterly date with Aloysius later this afternoon. Nothing says “Happy [...] So first things first, I suppose. I’m all clean! Well, my CT scan is all clean. I’m still a filthy minded, hygienically challenged miscreant, but you people seem to go for that sort of thing. Who Needs Wheaties? It took all mother fucking day. I had my breakfast of champions at around 10am. But I didn’t leave [...] Just call me Grumpelstiltskin. I’m crabbier than Lindsay Lohan’s couch cushions and I can’t seem to break out of my funkagawea. Even reading a slew of vagina-related comments this morning on yesterday’s post didn’t pull me out of my funk. Well, that’s not exactly true. Apparently I’m just not in a vagina mood. When Britt introduced the [...] I rocked that bitch. Ass slaps and David Lee Roth kicks all around! Fifteen months down, seventy more years to go. Like a teenager who stayed up far too late watching a horror movie, home alone while her parents were away on business, I feel foolish for the past two weeks of worry, the frightful hours I [...] I overslept. I’ve no time to regale you with tales of platypus wearing high school friends dancing on tables constructed of jello (by the by, spicy Cajun food and high anxiety might make for disturbing dreams), but I do have time to leave you with today’s theme song. I’m going to sing it on the bus, [...] I’ve got rock climbing on the brain today. “Really Elly?” I hear you asking. “I don’t really think of you as the rock climbing type.” Yeah well, just because I’ve never actually attempted rock climbing doesn’t mean I can’t still use it as the basis for an analogy. I’ve never been to space, but still I [...] I dreamt I was an old lady. I walked with a cane and wore ugly orthopedic sandals over thick rag socks. I puttered about in the tiny cozy kitchen in my tiny cozy house as an even older Rocco handed me a beautifully painted casserole dish. I dusted it with flour while Rocco carried a cheese [...] Meat Raffle To keep me distracted from the loss of Edison, Rocco suggested we try to find the local potter one more time. We’d found a flyer at one of the other shops and now had a much more detailed map. Sitting at an intersection, I noticed a large sign and started giggling. “Don’t move,” I [...] |
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