Unclogging My Brain. More…

Posted on March 13, 2015

Braille-MapsA few months back, I read an interesting article on a website about the ten best ways to engage readers with your blog that, ironically, received no comments.  It got me thinking... About that spam email I received on custom-made dentures: I mean, aren't ALL dentures custom made??! Then I remembered that company I once saw in Florida named WALKER, who rents wheelchairs. Which automatically reminded me of that time in Disney World, when I discovered a Braille map of the park - but it was located in the very back, near the exit (how the Hell are they even gonna find it??). Clearly, there's a whole lotta shit going on in my brain. Which likely explains why I sometimes leave the house without things like keys. Or pants...

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Flowers for ME

Posted on August 20, 2014

DSC08034MY friend, Alli, owns an amazing flower shop (which, by the way, has the BEST floral designer EVER!). My sweet hubby is frequently relying on her to add some color and love to my office when he's out of town, but every so often I stop in to grab a fresh arrangement just for myself. And when I do, I am aways tempted to grab a card and write myself a note - or ask them to fill one out for me when it's being delivered.

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Men Are Easy. Really.

Posted on July 1, 2014

bookLast week, a Facebook friend posted a photo of a man thumbing through what had to be the largest book I'd ever seen, the title of which was A MANUAL ON WOMEN. Pretty funny, actually - but on second glance, I thought c'mon! A manual about women wouldn't really be THAT long, would it? I mean, if I ever were to pen such a guide, I'd keep things pretty brief and start with the basics: never use the words BIG and ASS in the same sentence, always offer wine when in doubt, telling us to calm down will only make things exponentially worse, look at us when we're fucking talking to you, and pick up your damned dirty undies. Helpful tidbits like that. I'd then follow up with some remaining guidelines to finish off the list. Just the important stuff, for the sake of brevity. Which, I now realize, would require about 35,076 more pages. Wow. Women are high-maintenance pains in the ass.

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Ten Things I Like About Kim Kardashian

Posted on May 13, 2014

kkardTwo years ago, I'd never heard of Kim Kardashian. Didn't have a clue.  I hardly watch television or read tabloids, so I had no prior exposure to Kim until folks started incessantly talking about her wedding and then - practically four minutes later -  her divorce. I was all like, who the eff is Kim Kardashian?  So I went home and Googled her. What I learned made me laugh out loud, then gack my lunch, and then decide I really like Kim Kardashian. For ten reasons:

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Dear Never Daughter

Posted on April 9, 2014

holding-hands1Dear Never Daughter; I've never had the amazing pleasure of creating you, growing you, meeting you, raising you or releasing you into the great big beautiful world. You will never exist outside my own heart and mind. Still, the hole your absence has left in my life is tangible, at times cavernous and painful… I've greatly missed the myriad experiences of your life within mine, and the privilege of being your mother.

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I Have to Go Now…

Posted on April 3, 2014

May I interuptThis morning I was talking on the phone with friend who was at work when she was interrupted by a coworker who came screaming into her office. Knowing that ours was not a work-related call, my friend abruptly ended our conversation, hurrying me off the phone with a terse yet totally expected, 'I have to go now.' I have to go now... How de rigueur. How predictable. How freaking boring. Really, if you want to stop people from boldly marching into your office during work hours with work-related… well, work, smack in the middle of a completely unnecessary yet fairly important phone call with your friend (I mean we were discussing when you were coming up for drinks and all, for crap's sake), you need to be more creative.

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Being Happy at 30,000 (or so) Feet

Posted on January 15, 2014

planewindowI have, thankfully, never flown often enough to consider it a mundane experience. As a result, I love nearly everything about being on a plane. Packing... waiting at the airport... take-offs and landings... Mostly, I love looking out the window. Even when it's too foggy to see past the wing or too dark to see the wing itself, I'm a kid, all giddy with my face constantly pressed close against the pane for the best possible look. Inevitably, excitement will overcome me and I'll turn to my seatmate and say something very six-year-old sounding like HOLY CRAP! HEY, LOOK AT THIS! DON'T YOU WANNA PEEK?  And - even when that person is my very own husband - the seatmate will inevitably respond with a slow shake of their head, all the while gazing at me as though I deserve a time out or require medication...

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Unclogging My Brain. Yet Again.

Posted on November 14, 2013

pantsI love baseball. I love nearly everything about the sport.* But - no offense intended - I don't think there's any way you can call MLB players athletes. Sure, they're skilled and talented, but not even close to the same physical caliber as, say, a gymnast or soccer player. The problem with making this point is that it's highly argumentative. Why? Because no one's ever really come up with a plausible way to differentiate an athelete from a sportsplayer. You can't even rely on the freaking Olympics for a definition: those kooks actually think table tennis players are athletes! For years, I've wondered about this... pondered it... endlessly Googled it... had fistfights over it... But I never discovered a suitable interpretation. And then one night, I was jolted awake with the answer: if the pants of your uniform have pockets, you are not an athelete. If you're wearing a belt around those pants, even more so. And if shit is sticking outta those pockets, that's a triple whammy.

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No Butts About It

Posted on September 10, 2013

eyecreamLast month while at a doctor's office, I bided my time with a woman's magazine from the waiting room's limited (and elderly) selection of reading material. I usually bring my own book, but had forgotten - and some swine had already circled every stinking item on the Hidden Pictures page of the one and only Highlights magazine. Anyhow, I'm fanning through this pathetic rag, chortling at hideous articles like How To Be Amazing Before Dinner or What Your Cell Phone Color Says to Him or Lose Ten Pounds Eating Deep-Fried Paint, when I come across a piece about women who are having fat from their asses injected into their face. The result, the article claims, is a more healthy and youthful look. I'm sitting there looking at those before-and-after pics, when it suddenly occurs to me that these women literally have butt cheeks. Are you freaking kidding me??

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A Good Year

Posted on August 27, 2013

DSC05012It wasn't meant to be an entire year. Or even a good one. Still the same, it was. The position would be based in upper state New York, which would mean we'd only see each other on weekends... but we'd done this before and knew it would work. So Rick took the job, which began with a few months of training in San Diego. And in short time, two months became four months, then six and - before we even realized - twelve months. These delays were unforeseen, not intended, and - alas - typical of the intricacies of marrying cutting-edge technology with customer expectations. Rick's role in the process fell victim to slipped deadlines, and everyone worked hard to accommodate the situation... us included.

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