Let the record show that neither kim nor I booed the president when he threw out the opening pitch just now. I think we were the only ones.
Monthly Archives: March 2008
dumbfounded
03.28.08 –
I went with my mother to buy her a car last night. We went to a luxury car dealership in the Northern Virginia, where everything was shiny and all the people were smiley and for a few moments I was shiny and smiley too. A stubborn, stubborn woman, I am not good at negotiation, but [...]
Analyze this, or the post that required a BP cuff and a jar of olives.
03.26.08 –
Did I mention that I was diagnosed with hypertension two weeks ago? I don’t think I did. I was. I’ve lived my life as one of those people with freakishly low blood pressure and it’s something on I which I prided myself. When I was at urgent care for an unrelated ailment [...]
Month thirty-six
03.23.08 –
I spent numerous hours this weekend combing the Interwebs for site design ideas. Nothing fits. It all seems too fluffy, too bare, too cartoonish. Alternatively, it’s a great, clean layout and also clearly someone else’s brain child, and I’m not big on theft or time in the clink.
The occasion? My little wino turned three [...]
simply stated
03.21.08 –
I’m working on a travel journal. It’s retrospective, I guess you could say, because I was either too lazy to write as things were happening or too young to know that without flash cards I’d soon forget it all. I started with the U.S. If I’ve been to your state, here’s the first thing that [...]
Proof positive
03.20.08 –
I was at once excited and disturbed to see that I met all the “Signs You’re an Adult” criteria on the last page of this month’s Redbook.
It’s not lost on me that I was reading Redbook at the time. Or that I actually have a subscription. And have since I was 28.
Don’t judge.
The bride is registered at Taco Bell
03.18.08 –
I wish I could have my reception this weekend. A full wedding reception, one at which I’ll put the money others would invest in butter cream frosting into more hors d’oeuvres. There will not be a sit-down meal to waste our socializing time, impinge upon our tipsy dancing. There will be tiny stuffed mushrooms for [...]
Almost home
03.14.08 –
The view from the train is decidedly bleak. It’s not particularly surprising, but these sights are more disturbing and clear than you’d expect them to be at 70 mph. It seems that nothing that backs up to the tracks is ever in working order, save the pristine depots that were once the gateways to their [...]
