In Ho_Hum . . .
04.21.2009
So I want to make clear, first of all, that my fear of drawers is NOT this kind of fear. They don't cause me to jump in fright. And I lose very little in the way of bejeezus when I see them. However, like Honey's fear, the root cause of my drawer phobia may indeed have something to do with a general uneasiness when it comes to magic and all things supernatural.
04.16.2009
Hi. I am a brand.
03.10.2009
One of the side-effects of a guilt like mine is I'm terrible around cops.
03.09.2009
One of C's marketable business skills is boiling complicated things down to their simple essence.
01.27.2009
Just to be clear, when C says 'quality time,' she means she will watch anime while I go to the beach to catch up on the latest bikini fashions.
01.26.2009
In all the places C and I have lived before New Jersey, I've always been aware that our neighbors could potentially hear us. And I'm not just referring to during the, you know ... play times. I'm talking about during casual conversations. Fully clothed. Just talking about things like tea. Or grits. Or the Tao of JD in Scrubs.
12.08.2008
I've got a Tumblr blog and a few new content feeds, which I wanted to tell you about. But first, if you've been reading this blog for a while, I have to take a moment to ask: Are you okay?
11.10.2008
One way to relax after a Sunday afternoon herding leaves is to have a couple of beers and sit on the couch with your hand under your belt and watch some football and feel good and fine and strong--and downright brawny, damnit, like the guy on the paper towel rolls--for having worked hard and for having cuts on your hands and dirt under your nails and an easy sort of pain in your muscles.
09.22.2008
If you ask me questions, I'll give you answers
08.12.2008
And God said, "Yea, do not be proud or boastful about your good and plenty space. For verily I say unto thee ...
In House . . .
01.26.2009
In all the places C and I have lived before New Jersey, I've always been aware that our neighbors could potentially hear us. And I'm not just referring to during the, you know ... play times. I'm talking about during casual conversations. Fully clothed. Just talking about things like tea. Or grits. Or the Tao of JD in Scrubs.
07.01.2008
After eight years of marriage, though, you begin to figure out certain things about being with one-another. Like how to tolerate granny driving. And how to put together furniture. Over the last several months, C and I have tackled several jobs, and I'm happy to report that furniture assembly is no longer the divisive activity it once was.
04.24.2008
Apparently, my mower decided it had had enough of this grass-cutting shit. It died on me yesterday. I think God is pissed at me for last week's post. Maybe I should go ahead and apologize now.
04.16.2008
O Lord, I give joyful thanks for the lawn equipment you have given me.
01.30.2008
I keep looking in the wrong drawers. They aren't the wrong drawers in any existential sense. I mean, as a drawer, they're perfectly right. They are drawers and drawers are what they are. They just lack qualifiers.
01.17.2008
And that's the central tension I feel in my life these days. That split feeling of excitement and dread at each turn. The excitement of new digs, new wheels, new jobs, new adventures. And the simultaneous anxiety these things create.
12.11.2007
One of the only times it's acceptable to look in a stranger's closet is when you're in the market to purchase their house. I've looked inside a lot of people's closets over the last several months. And since trading in tits and tats is way up against the weakening U.S. dollar, a lot of people have looked inside mine.
09.04.2007
For the past couple of weeks, we've kept a rather spotless house. Not by choice, mind you. We've had to. Because of The Showings . . .
07.16.2007
There's no such thing as a mistake, only lessons. If you aren't making mistakes, then you aren't doing anything. Success comes from failure. If at first you don't succeed . . . you can blend your favorite and serve chilled, with salt on the rim and a side of chips. It feels real good going down. And after three or four of those babies, it's all good. Until morning. And you find it still kind of stings.
06.27.2007
But if I had to take a guess, I'd say the main reason I'm officing out of the dining room instead of the room properly referred to as 'The Office' upstairs has to do with the large holes I made in the plaster walls only a day or two after we moved in.
Comments
Posted by j on Feb 07, 2008 at 2:40:29 PM
welcome to the dark side...where innuendo is king and the rest.. well..nobody is listening to the rest..they are giggling at the innuendo!
xoxo
Posted by suicid_blond on Feb 07, 2008 at 3:22:48 PM
Oh, I'm sorry, sb, did you say something?
*giggle*
Posted by rothko on Feb 07, 2008 at 10:09:56 PM