Category Archives: Is it normal?
Fear crazy
After class last night, I had a missed text message from the Southerner that read: Call me before messing with that shotgun in the bedroom. Oh, I’ll call you alright, I thought. Call me before messing with that shotgun in … Continue reading
Typical household conversations, Part II
Last night watching my new favorite show: Man, Woman, Wild. The Southerner: He doesn’t even know what he’s doing! He should have made some kind of spear, preferably with prongs. That’s how I did it when I went frog hunting. … Continue reading
Typical household conversations, Part I
Kitchen Conversation: The Southerner: Why do you always refer to babies as “it”? Me: Well, that’s better than calling them “creatures” or “monsters”, right?
Happy 4th of July!
Just in case you’re wondering, we ate dinner at McDonalds and came home and watched Youtube videos of fireworks. The Southerner found a video of the incredible fireworks display they set off at Disney World while someone is singing God Bless America in the background. We … Continue reading
Missin my muchachas
I spent half the night googling “how to smell like a stripper.” Don’t ask me why but for some reason this search made me extremely nostalgic for my girlfriends that are scattered all over the country and the world at the … Continue reading
McGregor Lake Lunatics
This weekend we camped at McGregor Lake and Middle Thompson Lake. McGregor seemed promising at first. The lake was gorgeous with see-through water and, initially, the camp ranger gave off all appearances of being somewhat normal. We quickly learned that first impressions … Continue reading
Satan’s Bride
When I was visiting my mom in Atlanta a few weeks ago she begged me to give her back her closet space by doing something with my 50lb wedding dress (No joke, the train on that bitch would have put any royal … Continue reading
Chinks in the armor
To say that I have been suffering from a bout of holiday blues the past few days would be putting it mildly. An unbelievable cocktail of Christmas stress, work stress, the prospect of moving (which is very exciting, but it … Continue reading
Wherein I get a little Pollyanna on your asses
I can’t figure out if listening to Chet Baker during the holidays makes me want to kill myself or fall in love over and over again. I’m not sure which one is worse, Chet or Sigur Ros, but I find … Continue reading
Learning to Evolve
I used to think I had a high tolerance for pain. I lived under this happy delusion until last weekend when I got my first Brazilian. Perhaps I should have started off with a bikini wax and worked my way … Continue reading