This isn't about the socially awkward slightly clueless guys that can't really figure out how to approach a woman. Not guys that stumble over their words. It isn't the shy guys. It isn't even about the overly confident cocky assholes who think they're god's gifts to women. This is for the creeps. A bit of … Continue reading a note on creepy men…
tale of a (temporarily) stay at home mom…
I bought a mop. I needed a mop. I went to the store for a mop and I bought one. And some hair dye, it was on the list too. A mop and hair dye because a girl has to have her priorities. I've been hiding in a little box for over a year, tucked … Continue reading tale of a (temporarily) stay at home mom…
life in the palm of my hand…
I've had my iPhone for how many years now? Many. Let's go with that. I wasn't one of those that stood in line for hours waiting to pay far too much to be an early adopter. I wrote blog posts siting the insanity of that. I still feel that way (though I covet so many … Continue reading life in the palm of my hand…
and I’m still cleaning sand out of my ears…
Over the weekend we headed to the beach for one last fling before the school year begins. A chance to celebrate and say goodbye to summer. Just another day at the beach. Until. I found myself buried in the sand. First to my chest. Then over my arms. Over my shoulders. Sand packed around my … Continue reading and I’m still cleaning sand out of my ears…
someone call the wambulance…
Born and raised in California and then Texas you'd think I'd be used to a little heat and a dash of humidity... Well no. I'm not. I'm a spoiled Oregonian. I listen year round as other Oregonians (natives and transplants alike) whine and complain about the rain, the clouds and the cool air, and then … Continue reading someone call the wambulance…
transportational outcast in pdx…
I'm about to bash bicyclists in the city of Portland. Yes. Even with the "bikes are sexy" photo over there (they are). Even though I love that Portland is a bike friendly city. Even though I adore that we have a city you can get around without a car. I'm about to say something bad. … Continue reading transportational outcast in pdx…
lemonade pie -or- this is NOT a food blog…
There are a few things that, without fail, pull me back to the sweet moments of my childhood summers. Fairies, action figures burnt and twisted, reading in the sun and lemonade pie. In the big cookbook binder my mom gave me about 14 years ago the pie of which I speak is called "Aunt Linda's … Continue reading lemonade pie -or- this is NOT a food blog…
next stop please…
Riding on the bus this morning, minding my own business, reading from my phone, I heard a thud. A rolling sound. And I looked down to see a sippy cup was rolling toward me. Just as it was about to strike my boot I plucked it up, and smiling, reached back and across the isle … Continue reading next stop please…
the potato salad chronicles…
Years and years ago my mother gave me a recipe book for Christmas. It is bound in a 3 ring binder with protective plastic sheets housing each page. Each page is printed with an entertaining little cartoon and each recipe is printed in Comic Sans. Sigh. Yes. Comic Sans. This binder is a treasure trove … Continue reading the potato salad chronicles…
still red…
I washed my face that night. I took out my contacts, brushed my teeth and washed my face before I crawled into bed. But the night still left its mark on me. Sometimes things go right. They go so incredibly right that you float through the moments, minutes, hours and suddenly find that you're out … Continue reading still red…
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