Help me, help me – I’m working and I can’t stop. Actually, I have stopped, at 12:14 AM. What is wrong with this picture. More to the point, what is wrong with me? I’m shutting down my computer and I see a work e-mail from an attorney who says he needs a document ASAP. Well,…
When I was a child, I always sported a pixie cut. I HATED it (even though, in hindsight, I must admit I did look fucking adorable). But my Mom said until I could take care of my own hair, I was going to have short hair. Fast forward to my teens. Finally, hirsute freedom arrives…
The roast is in the oven. The lemon delight cake is frosted. The fruit/marshmallow salad is made. All would be right with the world if the broadcast of Penn’s Sunday School’s podcast hadn’t been screwed up. (Did you notice, in deference to the holiday, I refrained from saying “fucked up”?) But the Hollywood Babylon podcast…
Just tickled with myself I have been signed up for Spotify for a long time. However, being the smarty-mcfarty I think I am, I didn’t bother learning how to use it. This resulted in much frustration. I thought it would be more user friendly, so even a fat old lady like me could figure it…
I have been in the habit of writing my blog posts last thing in the day. I figured after the accumulation of a days’ experiences, I would have more to draw from. Wrong. At the end of the day, my brain has already shut down and gone to bed, even though my fingers are still…
I am being held captive by a game I don’t particularly like, perhaps because I’m not very good at it. The game is Spider solitaire. It is one of the first things I bring up in the morning and the last thing I close before I shut down ye olde computer. The reason I have…
(I know, I was fucking adorable) I don’t really know why, but Easter has always been my favorite holiday. Maybe growing up in Michigan , I saw it as a harbinger of spring and the end of the (very long) winter. Easter meant getting a whole new outfit – new dress, new shoes, new coat…
We have a very old, totally blind black cat named Salem. Salem loves to be held. He is not a lap cat, he wants to be held up on your shoulder, like the big baby that he is. He is very old, and I feel guilty when I don’t snuggle him up. Plus, Salem is…
I just got my new membership to Costco. I haven’t had a membership to Costco for many years; mostly because I just don’t want to deal with the crowds. But through a program called “MyPoints” (check them out people – you get e-mails, you go to sites, you take surveys, and you accumulate points without…
Today for the first time, I was able to join in on the fun with a craft circle organized by a FaceBook friend. I’ve been trying to make it for the past few months, but you know how it is sometimes – life just gets in the way. When I was about 6 or 7,…
Thoughts from a Fat Old Lady 