The Grammy’s, that is. Wow, puddle of suck. Meh. My weekend wasn’t much better, by the way. From online dramatics that are still reverberating in my brain to sheer exhaustion and Valentine’s day prep, and other changing dynamics, this weekend was a roller coaster. The Grammy’s were just a cherry on top of that cake that none of us ate on Saturday. I think I need to get away. I have a constant stream of stuff to do for work, at home, and something has to give, so I gave it...
My blog has been a pain in the bum since Monday and is now finally working. Add it to my list of issues with technology lately, including my stove being a dick, my computer smelling like roasted fuck funk and my glorious SlackBerry flipping me off and throwing its ever-present hourglass at my head. Its been a rough few days and I’ve thought about nothing but how much I never, ever, ever, ever, ever want to get rid of this joint because as much as I’ve ignored it lately (and, honestly,...
I was searching for some blogging inspiration today, but it found me instead. Stop me if you’ve heard this before, but I want to tell you the story about why I love floor-spiced Goldfish. Once upon a time, I was living in a townhouse with my family (yes, I know, but now I’m in a DIFFERENT townhouse). As The Twitches were still young and nursing, I did not do much except breastfeed and hang out online. Maybe some tie dye here and there, maybe a little freelancing from time to time, but...
Birthday Hell Week has come to an end. Three birthdays in six days requiring cakes (not that I did those, but its still pressure, yo), presents, and the rest of the festivities (oh, wait, I don’t do those stupid huge parties anymore)… but, its over, and I can rest. Ha. Dozer's Butt Cake! Enigma is 10 now, and I had the great honor of telling him that the uncle he was named after was at my 10th birthday and dubbed me with the “double digits” club membership. Enigma smiled...
