In Ho_Hum . . .
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 ...
08.01.2008
I'm joining a support group.
07.24.2008
The weird part wasn't that Honey, you know ... spoke. It was that she spoke with an English accent. It wasn't exactly a proper, "Received English" kind of English, but it wasn't quite an East End of London, Cockney type of thing, either. It reminded me of the Beatles. She had a sort of nasal thing going on. Like John.
05.15.2008
I'm going to take this off of my plate and put my energy into these other things for a while. But this isn't a retirement message or anything dramatic like that. I'll definitely be back.
05.06.2008
The memes have been flying all over the place lately. And I got hit in the crossfire. Twice. One in each leg. So here we go, six plus seven, plus one. Random/Weird/Quirky.
04.23.2008
Lately my taste for "short" has dwindled down to one-sentence powerhouses. They're short and sweet, but they really pack a punch. The great thing about these little text candies is they can be consumed in an instant, while you go about your daily routines. The other day, for instance, I was brushing my teeth and came across this little gem.
04.14.2008
A time-tested method for getting your taxes done on time and in order. It might be too late to put these lessons into effect for your 2007 taxes, but it's the perfect time to start thinking about 2008!
03.29.2008
I'm taking a brief, week-long hiatus from this blog and from (almost) everything digital.
03.28.2008
I always hoped I'd be saying this under different circumstances, but ... I am completely in Your hands. And since we're still in the lingering twilight hours of Web 2.0, and user-generated content is apparently all the rage, why don't You leave a comment and at the same time satisfy my narcissistic curiosities by answering the same question I posed to Mat: Is there a difference between the "Blog Me" and the "Live and In Person Me?"
03.19.2008
I didn't even share with her my fantasy of bathing in grits while watching live grit-wrestling on TV.
In House . . .
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.
05.29.2007
I'm just glad to know C and I actually have a nesting instinct. Because I was beginning to think we were genetically handicapped in this regard. I guess we're just late bloomers. Because we've definitely sprouted one of those things. Big time.
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