I have a very romanticized idea of the holidays. I function at a Clark W. Griswold level of holiday merriment from November through mid-January. It's obnoxious.
I grew up having amazing Christmases with my grandmother before she died. She filled every room of her house with friends and family as … [Read More...]
Without fail, this always happens to me. I fall in love with something, and then it goes away. Parks and Rec, the Taco Light from Taco Bell (it was a 90's thing. It was amazing), and my local Tastefully Simple representative. … [Read More...]
This is my favorite time of year. The twinkly lights, the holiday music, the movie Christmas with the Kranks that nobody in my house loves except me. Oh, and the post where I put together the ultimate gift guide for your shopping pleasure, and even do an extra-special giveaway to make it all the … [Read More...]
"You never call me anymore." He said.
"Yes I do!"
"Um no, you don't. It's Wednesday and you haven't called to bug me at work all week?"
So, two things. One, he apparently only pretends to be annoyed with me, which only confirms my theory that my exasperating personality is a large part of … [Read More...]
Ever have the type of stomach virus that renders every poor schmuck that comes to your door a potential caretaker?
"I just threw up so hard toilet water splashed up and hit my face and I pooped in my shorts, what should I do?" I asked, holding a towel to my cheek. … [Read More...]
You know that smell? It's chilly and windy and the air smells cold, like something fierce is coming?
I love winter. Not just for the carb-filled food and warm and fuzzy holidays, but for the tall boots, jeans, and a much needed break from crotch sweat. I can finally pull out all my absolute … [Read More...]
Writing about writing is a big huge giant meta wormhole, and it might not appeal to absolutely anyone reading this, but should some desperate author one day google something like "how to write a book, no seriously, please help me?" I hope this post helps them to not feel so utterly, utterly alone … [Read More...]
Growing up, I wanted to have two kids. A boy named Josh and a girl named Mercedes.
Josh would naturally be the big man on campus, and when I say that, imagine me saying it the way your grandmother says it when she asks you about school.
"How's school, Josh? I assume you're the big man on … [Read More...]