Wow. If you had told me back in April–when I first started blogging–that I’d have 25,000 hits in under 6 months I would have told you you’re crazy. But here I am! Now 25,000 hits may not seem like much to many of you but I’m just tickled about it! Heck, I was tickled at
Like My Pretty Dahlias?
I’m no Martha Stewart, but I “made” these myself–freshly cut from my garden just yesterday! Growing your own is so much cheaper (and more satisfying) than buying fresh-cut flowers in the store. And they are looking just lovely sitting on my kitchen counter. An instant pick me up! Related Posts: Are Those Sunflowers?? All Things
I Hate My New Haircut
As some of you noticed in my Going To Hell in a Handbag post, I recently cut my hair. And I’m not loving it. Actually–I hate it. So in true “putting it all out there” fashion, I decided to take some self pics of this chop job (in my pajamas, no less–why sugar coat it?)
Caution: Alcohol & Infomercials Do Not Mix
I was just thinking to myself: I could really go for a frozen pizza. I haven’t had one in a while. G and I should have frozen pizza for dinner one night next week. And then I thought: But I’d have to buy two–one for him and one for me. Which led to: Hmmm…is that
Going To Hell in a Handbag
Seriously, somebody pinch me. I’m certain I’ve died and gone to heaven. Wait. That can’t be right. With my rap sheet, I’m sure to head due south. Ahhh…then nothing like a little gluttony during my layover here on Earth. Presenting my gorgeous new Kate Spade handbag: It’s the perfect summer bag–which arrived just in time
You Know You’re Drunk When…
…you go to put the empty bottle of wine in the dishwasher.
My Ugly Divorce
:::Presenting G’s First Post!::: We have been together for sixteen years! Sixteen years is a long time for any relationship to abruptly end. Sixteen years of laughing, crying, yelling, and celebrating together. Alas, as with many relationships, this one has recently ended with “irreconcilable differences”. Brett Favre (pronounced F-A-R-V-E) is now a New York Jet.
The G to My D
Anyone familiar with Bill Simmons, a.k.a. The Sports Guy? He’s a writer for ESPN with a really funny sports-related blog (G’s favorite). Every once in a while his wife–known as the Sports Gal–will hijack the blog and write a post of her own. Sometimes it’s a sports-related post from her point of view. And sometimes
It’s Official–I’m Brilliant
At least that’s what I think it means. Either that or I’m “premio.” But I have no clue what that means, so I’m sticking with brilliant. Hey–if you don’t declare yourself brilliant who else will? Well, 2 people I guess: me and and the fabulous Jen over at a thousand words–one of my favorite blogs–who
Wine Cures All, Right?
Just got back from the doctor’s office. I’ve been dealing with this utterly unattractive facial lesion on my face for what seems like forever. Okay, maybe “facial lesion” is a little dramatic, but it’s a disgusting blistering-turned-scabby sore just below the lower corner of my lip. Alright, now that I spell it out I think
