I hate packing ( Read more... )

My mom is from Illinois and my father moved from Kansas to Illinois as a young man, so they are rabid Bears fans. I was born in Illinois but moved to Wisconsin as an itty-bitty, and thus almost all of my peers were rabid Packers fans. Native Packers fans are amongst the most annoying, I believe both because there is little else exciting to attach ( Read more... )

As God is my witness, I saw a fancy dressed bottle blonde walking a BUNNY on a leash down a sidewalk. Hop hop sniff, hop sniff ( Read more... )

Mom is recovering in ICU. They figured out what was causing the pain and rectified it--long story short, instead of exploding like most people's, her appendix disintegrated and the infection started to spread to her intestines. Four hours of chop-chop and she's healing up missing a few bits but this is one of the best outcomes I could have ( Read more... )

Growing up I had a speech impediment. I still do, occasionally; my Rs come out as AHs or Ws, what my mother generously called a Boston accent. In reality my bad days sound more Elmer Fudd than Matt Damon. My tongue twists over Rs and Ws and Ls: one of the hardest words to say is world, followed closely by wolf. I have to stop and think about ( Read more... )

Babies ahoy! I have a brand new niece, courtesy of Beardo's brother, born just today. And last week I was informed that one of my favorite cousins back in Illinois is due in August with a son, her first child. So happy for her! She's registered at Amazon as well, and I peeked, and apparently our tastes run differently--but still had a couple ( Read more... )

Today has been a very good day thus far: Beardo and I went for a walk around 4am whereby I got to pet a new (to me) neighborhood calico kitty I have dubbed Mrs Tuttlesworth (Mrs Imelda Tuttlesworth, if you want to know her full name, not to be confused with the next door neighbors' cats Ms Vivian Pickles or Mr Algernon Dimples), followed by a foray ( Read more... )

Last Monday I was drawn out of bed by strange noises outside my front door. When I opened it to see what the hell was going on, a stranger on a bike was on my front porch, and she looked up quickly and hushed me--there was a dog in my bushes, she said, and they were trying to catch it. I gently closed the door and went to the back door, as there' ( Read more... )

Beardo brought up something interesting last night: he pointed out that I've now lived in California for the majority of my adult life. Over six years now. Freaky.

I moved out of my parents house a month before my 19th birthday, moved out here a few months after my 23rd. Now I'm 29. Freaky.I'm still on my hating-the-internet kick, haven't been ( Read more... )