A Chip Off the Old Block
I knew at some point yesterday I was going to cry. It was a matter of timing. I hoped it would be in a private moment, and not seconds before I’d have to yell down a pack of ‘hood rats. I could feel it coming, welcomed it.
Yesterday was a most wonderful day. Read the rest of this entry »
Buried Treasure and the Electric Hickey
I’ve been keeping occupied this weekend. While ‘productive’ would be a stretch, I’ve been busy tying up loose ends, conquering little problems. Trying to have a little fun in the meantime. It can be a fine line between fun and frustration, and I encountered lots of both. Read the rest of this entry »
“Hey! I was attached to those!”
“You will comply, or face behavior modification surgery.”
His behavior irrespective, it would have happened anyway. Some things just need to go… Read the rest of this entry »
MAXimum Babe-iliciousness
I’ve often said this about my job: If I work there long enough, I will run into everyone I’ve ever known or wanted to know. (Along with many I’d rather not know.) Most nights are run-of-the-mill. Last night I had a blast from the past.
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Red Bull does not give you wings…
After a solitary Sunday, (I didn’t even go outside) I couldn’t wait to get back to work. My Sundays have been kind of droll lately. All my Sunday girls have other stuff going on: kids, husbands, girlfriends, you know, stuff that doesn’t involve me. Now that football is back, I’m even more bummed. Missing football was the one big sacrifice I would make so I could spend time with you, honey. And now that you’re not there? I’m stuck watching a bunch of grown men sniff each others butts. (My mother’s definition of football…) Trolling downtown gets old when you do it constantly, so I hunkered down, read a book and watched TV all day. I took naps. Sunday was mellow, but by Monday I was ready to get back to it.
Unable to sit still any longer, I left for work an hour early. A CD was waiting for me at the library, and I had Barbara Walters’ forty-pound tome to return. I ditched my backpack at work and headed for the library. Read the rest of this entry »
What’s in *Your* Wallet?
So, what is in your wallet? Besides the usuals; cash, cards, etc… Got something obscure? My obscure wallet item of the day?
My tooth.
Crazy Cat People
It’s like two Sundays in a row. It’s early, the streets are quiet. The beehive hum of the freeway is missing. Kids yelping in the yards, an occasional dog barking.
Gotta love the holidays.
My weekend wasn’t lonely so much as alone. Most of my friends and acquaintances had previous plans, or had gone away for that one last fling of summer. Left to my own devices, what sort of mischief could I come up with?
Pussy Galore!
After reading the previous post, then seeing the title of this one, one could surmise that I had a wild and crazy weekend.
Uh, not so much.
It would have been a great time to dive into a bottle, or read more than snippets of the huge library book I’ve been working on. I tapped into my feminine side (instead of tapping into someone else’s feminine side) and read pieces of Barbara Walters’ Auditions. I’m planning a post about my complete and utter pussification, and will discuss Babs and The View in depth at that time.
But first, back to the pussy!
