I have always tended to follow my instincts much more than my noggin. What feels right seems to overwhelmingly usurp carefully weighed decisions, or even some things most people would see as common sense. Take homeschooling for instance. Many, many things contributed to that decision, most of them stemming from feelings rather than facts. Feelings. […]Continue reading Oh my god! You mean you actually DID IT?!
Well, it’s official. We have come out of the dark ages of television and replaced our gigantic, monstrous, old-timey TV with a flat screen HD thingamafuck. Don’t misunderstand me. This son of a bitch is a 55-inch flat screen thingamafuck. Oh yes, nothing but the biggest for Sarge. At least the biggest for sale at […]Continue reading We’ve resisted the urge to replace our perfectly good TVs so far.
I think I’m tired of people telling me to write a novel. Nope. I’m positive I’m tired of it. I thought I wanted to for a while. It just seemed like the sensible course of action from as far back as grade school. That’s what writers do, yes? I’ve figured something out. My mind doesn’t […]Continue reading Two Turntables and a Microphone
It is no revelation to many of you that I have a little… ummm…. problem. With my height. I’m sure all of this will be quite redundant for you. So, if you’ve known me since I was a little shit dropping my pencil in Mrs. Shambley’s class, seductively enticing you to look up my dress […]Continue reading My Cross To Bear
I used to live in South Korea. A couple of times, actually. I didn’t live in Seoul or any other big city. I lived in a small village. There was a little farm on the path that led up a hill to our apartment. I woke up in the morning to rooster calls. Small village. […]Continue reading I never felt homesick for my home while I was there
I went out last night. Five pleasantly innocuous words grouped together and spoken millions of times in a day. But when they’re applied to Sarge and I, it means something. Especially lately. It might surprise you to know that I don’t talk much. People I went to school with might be peeing their pants and […]Continue reading The Way I Roll
Since Sarge is going to be off playing International Man of Mystery, globetrottin’, kissin’ girls, and gettin’ in all sorts of double-OH!-seven, super-top-secret Army shenanigans for the next month (you know, the kind that require spiffy ties, a pair of Oakleys, and a Bowie knife strapped to yer ankle), it’s just going to be me […]Continue reading Whatevah Shall I Do?
Today, my offering to the blogging community (many of whom are only a fraction of a percentage less narcissistic than celebrities, myself included), is my attempt to turn a pointlessly mean and annoying human being into a saucy-tongued hero using only words, fingers, and a keyboard. It’s a magic trick. Some people will come away […]Continue reading Abra-Ca-…Nevermind….
Seriously, there is absolutely nothing. Sarge was supposed to go out of town today, but his flight got canceled. I was going to whine about him leaving for 2 weeks, but now I can’t. Sooo….maybe I’ll go poke the kids with a stick so they’ll do something funny? Oh! I almost forgot. My electric bill […]Continue reading This is me having nothing whatsoever to talk about
(My junior high band director used to tell me it was my “verbal vomit,” but I prefer brain sludge. It’s less guttural and undigested.) 1. Does anyone actually cook with capers? I bought a jar for a recipe once. I didn’t know what they were. They looked like LeSeur English Peas. I opened the jar […]Continue reading Brain Sludge!
I’ve been checking out J-Money over at Budgets Are Sexy for a few days now. I think I’m really diggin’ him. He’s not trying to be Alan Greenspan or Dave Ramsey, the freaky-ass cult leader that he is. He’s just a regular dude blogging about money. He’s blogging anonymously because he pretty much has his whole financial […]Continue reading Young people get so overwhelmed by all the “experts”
Just tossing out a guess, but for every…..hmmmm…..let’s say 5 relatively “normal,” functioning members in my family, I have at least 1 who is so far beyond the definition of bizarre that it would require words that have not yet been invented to convey to you their utter and saturating bizarreness. Some of them I’ve […]Continue reading That Cousin O’ Mine