If I’ve gotten to know you, even a little bit, chances are I’ve given you a nickname. That’s right. Even if I only “virtually” know you, I’ve probably given you a nickname. And, chances are, you don’t know it, because I only use these nicknames in my head. Oh sure, you may have spotted...
It was a cold and stormy Saturday night exactly exactly 43 years ago. Ok, no it wasn’t. It was a cold and stormy Saturday morning exactly 43 years ago. Sort of. It was cold, but not stormy. It was a cold and sunny Saturday morning exactly 43 years ago. Actually, I’m not sure if...
Really? Are they really going to make me state the obvious? It seems they are. I just read this article in Forbes about how the Physicians Committee for Responsible Medicine (PCRM) has decided to raise public awareness regarding cheese and how it turns you into this: The ads went up in Albany, New York,...
Hi. How’s it going? *looks at computer screen expectantly* … … Ok, then. Moving right along. I’m doing just fine. Well, no. I’m not. Not really. I am experiencing technical difficulties. See, technically, I can write. But, technically, I just don’t feel like it. This has happened before and it wasn’t too bad because...
Can I tell you a secret? I used to have spam envy. That’s right. People were always sharing their stories about the funny email spam they would get, yet I would get no spam at all, so I couldn’t join in the conversation. Ok, maybe no spam is a bit of an exaggeration. Let’s...
Ok, people. If ever there was a time to comment on a blog post, this would be the one. Because I am at the end of my rope. My family is being torn apart like a group of Crusading English Knights attempting to cross the path of a killer bunny. I just can’t take...
Facing certain death, Dobson was rescued from a town in northern Quebec. He’s a three month old farm cat whose intestines are probably crawling with parasites and other interesting organisms. But he’s adorable And now he’s mine. And he’s totally OK with me being his mom. Even though I have a beard and a...
So, how were your holidays? If you’re like me… hey, what’s with the panicked look and passionate protests?! Sheesh. I was joking about wearing the boots with pajamas, you know. Sort of. Whatever. Look, if your holidays were anything like mine (There, feel better? Sigh.), it was probably a crazy busy and stressful...
