Deluge!
Sure is wet here in Baltimore! How ‘bout dem raindrops? Huge, huh?! Nothing like five straight days of town-flooding rain to make you feel like dancing.
Every time I leave the house today the clouds are like, “Here’s your personal waterbucket, traveler! I shall happily dump the contents over your head!” Squish. Splash. Soaked from frizzy […]
Feeling listless? Here’re some lists!
Things I am:
done reading Mimi Smartypants’s book. (‘Twas good.) (I wish she had a podcast.)
thirsty, yet too lazy to procure a glass of water
tired, yet full of things to do
sad that Clint is gone
eager to try out the modeling clay Iain bought today
Things I am not
pleased with the itchiness of my scalp
enjoying the chewability of […]
It’s the government, stupid
I am reading “Strapped: Why America’s 20- and 30-somethings Can’t Get Ahead” and it’s depressing the living shit out of me.
Right now I’m reading about soaring college costs and how they compare, in inflation-adjusted dollars, to tuition costs in the 60’s. Scary. And statistics about how people who enroll in two-year/community college are less likely […]
Who needs television?
Clint’s still here. So far, between making coney dogs and smoking, we have participated in the following 2006 Summer Games:
Tootleball
Drawing with your feet
Crossword creation
Mad Lib Theater
Sloganizing for the U.S. Beef council
Origami challenge
DIY Scattergories
Make-Your-Own Claymation Movie
The claymation movie was the best. We spent many, many hours with floral wire and Play-doh yesterday evening, and today I […]
he’s an intellectual
glasses 2
Liveblogging the drunken reunion
An ant just crawled into my keyboard
Father McDonnel’s Angry Letters to Assholes
DELAWARE, dammit
Pizza! Owen had the blue cheese dressing. And that’s it.
Resident Evil II
The guy who peed in the parking lot at our wedding
Ethanol?
beer. i like beer.
I get jokes.
Quebecois!
Fur Elise: Not appropriate for an ice cream truck
I hate that bitch.
You can’t get cheese curds any […]
You can call me a lady blockhead
I’m reading a collection of Mike Royko’s columns (“One More Time,” definitely worth checking out), and on page 211 he quotes Samuel Johnson:
No man but a blockhead ever wrote except for money.
I guess I’m a blockhead. Or does this quote not apply to women?
Guilt-free “Me Time”: How to get it, what to do with it
I’ve been thinking lately: how do you handle “me time”? You know, time to yourself to eat Captain Crunch in peace, or to check the blogs in your feedreader, or to tweeze your eyebrows. How much is enough? Are you OK with just five minutes a day in which to go to the bathroom unassisted? […]
Don’t move a muscle, it’s perfect just as it is
I have the same feeling right now as you get after finishing a super deluxe fudge covered brownie a la mode: blissful, sticky-toothed, content, satisfied. And maybe craving a cigarette or some cheese doodles.
Saturday was the Moms Gone Renegade road trip up to Williamsburg, Brooklyn (let me hear you say ho-oh!). There was much coffee, […]
MB and cara (Renegade Craft fair)
MB and cara
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Oh hey you guys, it's me, Supa. Things I enjoy: talking on my bananaphone, being a nerd, writing, sewing, writing about sewing, giving my husband high-fives, playing Nintendo with my kids, playing with technological gadgetry, knitting, and reading decorating books. Did I write down nachos? Add that in there.
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