–It’s a little known fact that Chicago is actually located in the state of Mississippi, neighboring a massive swamp erroneously reported to be one of the Great Lakes. Tourists should be advised not to bother straightening their hair. Or applying makeup. Or showering.
– Just when you think you’ve quite possibly exhausted the supply of amazing [...]
Monthly Archives: July 2007
a few things i took from blogher 2007
let the real games begin
Our talk at Blogher is over. Done. Finito. I’m relieved, but this community is so fantastic that after our allotted 75 minutes I didn’t want the session to end.
I’d like to say that I sounded intelligent, and that I didn’t drink my weight in wine last night, but I’d be lying on [...]
drumstick, please
Today was the end of the road. The last time for a while that I’ll have to walk into the hospital and have the doctors know who I am on sight. I won’t knock on wood, but I will say that I’m going to enjoy every solitary moment that is the day of Bug’s last [...]
the random wednesday
I hate people. I’m not sure if I’ve shared this with you, but I’m a card-carrying introvert who has taken the Myers-Briggs to prove it to the doubters, those who also falsely believe that nothing will surpass Seinfeld in the Wit Hall of Fame. When on business trips, I work the floor during [...]
big winner
I am so tired right now I could cry. Instead of bawling, which is my usual release for all things stressful, including the purchase of my first car which as you might imagine was very embarrassing for me given the presence of all of those clapping Nissan salesmen, I have become a hefty combination of [...]
on doing the right thing
As best I can, I’m slowly moving on from the events of last week. Given the current situation with the tripod, I feel almost like a main player in a Little House on the Prairie episode: time’s a wastin’, Half Pint. Can’t spare frettin’ over Nellie’s antics when the barn’s a burnin’. Or something like [...]
on bailing
You should know that I’ve hidden things from this site, from you, many a time. I’ve been afraid to show you who what lies behind the (at times strained) wit. Of hurting my mother and father. Of being fired. Of shattering your image of me as a somewhat stable woman who eats Easy Mac and [...]
complications
I wish I could regale you with tales of Bug’s splendid recovery, of veterinarians in awe of my little physical prodigy as he, only hours out of surgery, takes up not only jumping from the bed to the dresser but hangliding and parasailing over the Chesapeake. How I wish.
Instead, complications abound, from a reaction to [...]
