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As I mentioned yesterday, in anticipation of going into an office somewhat regularly, I decided to get a haircut. I wanted something between my usual Super Cuts and the mad expensive Bumble and Bumble of my previous life. I strolled down Hoboken peering in windows, trying to find a salon that struck my fancy. I came across [...] While I’m fairly certain I already reserved my spot in Hell many years ago, today’s Craftastrophe post pretty much guarantees my VIP pass for an eternity of Rod Stewart concerts. Awesome. I got a haircut, Interwebz. More on the actual cutting tomorrow, but first I need to get something off my (ridiculously well dressed) chest. Now that [...] BugginBoom So far I’m all about the massive FAILs this week. I know everyone is loosing their minds over all this holiday bull shit, but I can ease your stress. My holiday gift to all of you is to share my shortcomings so you can revel in my ineptitude and feel better about yourselves. Let’s see [...] Suddenly it seems like cancer (intentionally left lowercase, screw it) is all the rage. I feel like it’s the primary subject matter everywhere I turn. I’m not entirely sure what that’s all about. Are there tons more people getting diagnosed? Am I just hyper sensitive and zero in on the mention of that word? Have I [...] It’s funny. Well, it’s not so much funny as in “ha ha” funny. Then again, it’s not really funny in a “weird” sort of funny way. I guess it’s more of an “awkward” funny, like “wow-that-mime-is-restringing-a-tennis-racquet-while-singing-”kookaburra-sits-in-the-old-oak-tree” kinda funny. No, that analogy totally leaves out the disturbing angle. I guess it’s more of a “small-shackled-child-in-mime-makeup-restringing-a-tennis-racquet-while-singing” type of [...] I have a love/hate relationship with Sloan-Kettering. Well, obviously I hate them because they have a tendency to stick needles in random places on my body and generally frighten the bejeezus out of me. The thing is, they’re all just so damn NICE about it – hence the love. Yesterday was another dreaded visit to see Dr. [...] Any squeamish men should stop reading now. I don’t like to complain. (I can already hear my siblings and mother smothering their guffaws at that statement, but roll with me, people.) I mean, I’m pleased as punch that my pubes grew back in and Aunt Flow is visiting routinely again. And yet, I’m rather annoyed to be [...] They’re back. You’d think I was breeding these little bastards professionally. How are they getting into the apartment? The mosquitoes of Hoboken must execute their attacks with military precision. We’ve got the windows closed, damnit! I don’t really have any standing bodies of water here in my 3rd floor apartment…not since we removed the koi pond [...] Smith Mountain Lake We’ve made it safe and sound to the ridiculously gorgeous lake. I’m honestly and truly hard pressed to think of a more beautiful place on earth. Dad has a great saying, “God may vacation in the Rockies, but He lives in the Appalachians.” The getting and the being here is a little surreal. After about [...] The New 'Do Everything about getting your hair cut is seven zillion more times annoying when it’s short. Blech. I’ve got little teeny tiny hairs wreaking havoc inside my noes, ears…and bra. Dead sexy. So after having a slew of people fondling my follicles yesterday, I decided to go ahead and get this mop shaped. I though [...] |
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