This is the last time I blog in this house. Our first house. It would’ve been three years ago this September that we became first-time home buyers. We’d been married about a month. George Bush was still president. I was still a journalist (although becoming less and less so every day). The economy ...
. Read More →I don’t like negative people. I don’t like the whole “woe is me” and “my life sucks” and “my wife just stole my truck, ran over my dog, and der-ank my last beer” mentality. Aside from punishing an entire musical genre for producing the demon-eyed pop parasite known as Taylor ...
. Read More →There are two things I’m not good at: lying and keeping secrets. Okay, technically there are a lot of things I’m not good at – chemistry, geometry, putting the toothpaste cap back on, scrapbooking (the part where I actually do it instead of taking little sentimental artifacts of my life, saying ...
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The house I wanted is gone. It went under contract last week. I never blogged about it. I never really talked about it. Even when we met it, I kept my panties on and withheld 76 percent of my “OH MY FREAKING GOD! EEEEEE!!!!!” excitement. You know, the kind of ridiculousness usually ...
Read More →Our doorbell rang on Saturday. If I had taken a second to think about it, I would’ve done the usual “duck and cover” and crawl around to all the doors and windows making sure they were adequately secure — because obviously anyone on my doorstep is trying to break in (in a ...
. Read More →Yes, I'm still here. In fact, I've written several blogs. Several super important blogs that I worked on for days at a time and then trashed because, upon final review, I realized I must've been high on bleach fumes and they made as much as sense as most of the finger-pointing ...
. Read More →Happy Fat Tuesday, yo! Now, you may be asking me "What is Skinny Tuesday?" because I (and Google) know all. Seriously, I’m like Wizard of freaking Oz up in ‘hur because I can tell you the name of that one movie that had midgets or some other type of “mythical” type characters with ...
. Read More →It wouldn’t be a terrible thing if, oh just SAY someone didn’t have fingerprints, would it? I mean, what do we need them for – other than getting passports, logging into laptops with USB fingerprint scanners, and accessing government facilities where top secret information is stored (like the existence of ...
. Read More →Do I need a strong dose of shut the hell up or what? Re-reading the last post, I realized how freaking whiny it sounded. I didn’t mean to make it sound that way – if you read my blog, then you know I tend to be a tiny bit hyperbolic ...
. Read More →We went on our first house hunting expedition Tuesday with a real live realtor – which is more useful and less frightening than a dead realtor who would show things like creepy attics and cemetery plots (which would undoubtedly be more affordable, but the first time our dogs found a bone, I'd ...
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Haunted on Bourbon Street by Deanna Chase
