Today I am proud to be part of an Interwebs baby shower for one of my favorite people in this here Websphere: Gorillabuns. Despite the pen name she’s adopted, I have seen no signs of gargantuan, hairy primates in her family. Then again, the baby has yet to arrive. Fingers crossed, people.
I’ve only met the [...]
Author Archives: kris
It’s a bird! It’s an alien! It’s a baby!
12.01.08 –
Case of the Mondays
11.24.08 –
There are bad Mondays, Mondays that you discover a guy you’ve been chatting with isn’t as unattached as claimed, or actually unattached at all, and then there are shitty Mondays. Shitty Mondays start out great. New grown-up work blouse with perfectly matched accessories, clear skin, enough time to shave and moisturize, blue bird on your [...]
The bar
11.20.08 –
I am a traditional woman. I know that the cheap, excessive Pinot and the three-legged animal might lead you to think otherwise, but I’m about as traditional as they come. With some things. If I could bring us back to the days of cotillions and dance cards, I would, although I’d pre-populate said card with [...]
Tags: wine and hookers
11.19.08 –
I’m in love with my therapist. Not in lust love, as that would not be at all appropriate, but love love, like you are with good friends. I’m referring to the ones who know better than to buy you anything with puffy paint on it and those who remember you’re allergic to shellfish. She’s a [...]
Call it a day
11.18.08 –
On that day I felt like a woman on Oprah. Not the good kind of being a woman on Oprah, a woman who happens to visit for O’s Favorite Things and squeals like she’s never once received a present when Oprah introduces her to cashmere. No, this was the other kind of being a woman on [...]
In reality
11.13.08 –
I read some of the reserved women of the Interwebs, some with cropped hair and wide patterned headbands and others with perfect kitchens and flourless recipes, and I wonder why I’m just so different from them. I wonder why they portray their lives as pictures of perfection, display windows of the 50s, why everything seems wrapped [...]
34
11.10.08 –
I’m 35 today. No streamers needed, although confetti is always nice. Confetti and lots of wine.
I’m not sure why, but 35 seems like a pivotal year, mostly because it’s halfway to 70. Every time I think of my new age I automatically multiply it by 2. I am then unfailingly pleased that I never got [...]
Awakening
11.06.08 –
I watched the election aftermath from a hotel room in Waco, Texas, just about the last place I thought I would be to bear witness. Somehow I pictured that I’d be home in DC, that I’d hear kids setting off small fireworks in the streets while I toasted the television with a better red than [...]
