Travel is on hold for the minute, and I’m glad for that. I fancy myself the kind of woman who loves to jump from place to place, but truth be told, sometimes just sitting on my couch with the cats and some Cabernet suits me just fine. Because I didn’t expect to be here, but [...]
Monthly Archives: July 2008
nice backhand
07.30.08 –
Friend: Wow! Kris, you look great today. Like really healthy. Is something wrong?
Kris: *stunned silence*
The Latest Bloomer
07.27.08 –
In 1985, I called my best friend Maureen in a desperate flurry of rotary numbers. I wanted to be the first to tell her. Had she heard it? At first, silence. “Heard what?” she asked. Heard Madonna’s awesome new song? I said with considerable pubescent sass. “No,” she said. “How does it go?” I hummed [...]
Oh I’ll tell you when you’ll have sex again*
07.24.08 –
You don’t know me all that well, but I have this habit of inserting myself where people haven’t necessarily asked me. On planes, trains, and well, in airport bars. In overhead conversations, mostly, because I can’t help commenting when human experience is just so similar. And, well, I’m a human, mostly. So I comment and [...]
More than a feeling
07.23.08 –
I’m in Boston. Safe and not at all sound. I haven’t seen much of the city, but am decidedly amused by the local fascination with a firefighter on disability who got caught flexing his beef in a bodybuilding competition. I’ve seen the footage – I’m pretty sure it’s on a 24-hour loop – and let [...]
This one’s short and quick. (The jokes write themselves.)
07.18.08 –
Now that I’ve stopped waah waah waaaaaahing about not going to BlogHer - as far as you know - I should reveal that I’m embarking on a few trips for the next month. Trips for work that I’m thrilled about, to places familiar and other spots wild and unexplored. Just like an aging Bindi Irwin. [...]
On not going to BlogHer
07.17.08 –
It’s BlogHer time again. Only this time, I can’t go, and many, many of the lady people I worship in the blogosphere will be there. It’s true, all those rumors, the ones you’ve heard about me depriving my cats of chow and water and the litter box in protest. No peeing for you, little tabby. [...]
All TV tragedies are born on a Tuesday
07.16.08 –
The Bachelorette must be over, because last night I ended up watching Family Feud. I rationalize that this is acceptable because such shows are demonstrated to stave off early-onset dementia. I’m not kidding. About believing that.
The night’s first half-hour pitted two families against each other in traditional style: one family completely sucks while the patriarch [...]
