As I sit here, working on hour #9 of listening to 80′s Music Choice, staring at Huey Lewis and thinking about the rumors of his very large, uh, shoes, and having eaten horseradish cheese chased with peanut butter cups, I’m all hopeful and s…

Millions of bloggers are busy compiling their “best of 2010 whatever” posts so they may properly reflect upon the year that was 2010. I’m sure some of them actually had a good 2010. I am not one of those bloggers, nor am I bitter or…

I really don’t blog about my pants enough. In fact, the last time I blogged about my pants, I was at MJ’s house and received a call from Freedom at like 6 in the morning and, well, now he inhabits the basement. Where will this pantastic blo…

I really don’t blog about my pants enough. In fact, the last time I blogged about my pants, I was at MJ’s house and received a call from Freedom at like 6 in the morning and, well, now he inhabits the basement. Where will this pantastic blo…

I am so happy that 2010 is ending. I cannot begin to express my delight in waving goodbye to this horrid, horrid year. Granted, I had quite a bit of fun, but the last half has been… meh. I’m done. I’m also don, because I cannot type a…

There’s no other way to describe it. From the series of phone calls today, to the support of my friends online and even the offer to help me financially from someone I just kind of know… I am a lucky, lucky girl. Y’all are awesome. Ea…

Maybe, soon, I’ll stop with the writing analogies. Or not. Its a theme, and, this is my 2nd blog in a week in a looooong time. Whatever works, right? I’m much better after my emotional meltdown. Feeling things, and not stuffing them back in…

When staring at that blank page that writers tend to face, all the experts, the icons and the idiots say to just start writing, no matter how intimidating that entire page may be. So, what the hell, I’m writing. I’m blogging. I’m proc…

That’s what they say, anyway. Much like another blogger I know (cough cough), I’m tired of being less laughy and too seriousy. Seriously. I guess I’m lucky that I have a mob of relatively insane superhuman laugh machines that I built …

I don’t want to sound all superior, but I wanted to state, on record, that I do talk to walls. Lessons in futility, that thing about insanity being the action of doing the same thing over again, expecting different results, etc. My wheels doth sp…