As I said in my last post, I decided to get a Kinect for our X-Box for my birthday present. Hubby and I had been looking at them a few days before, but decided we shouldn’t spend the money -- plus, we were getting ready for our New Year’s Eve ...
Read More →I honked at some jackass driver today. No, not honked. Laid on the MFIng horn and spewed out a string of curse words that would make a sailor leave the room. I don’t even think I knew what half of them meant, but it seemed appropriate at the time. The rant may ...
. 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 →This past weekend was rough. Part of the whole “I didn’t even remember it was Valentine’s Day” comment from the previous blog post was due to the fact Hubby’s mom went into the hospital Friday night after having a mild stroke. Hubby’s mom is young. I mean, she’s in her early ...
. Read More →Taking a break from Reverb 10. Watch out! I'm blogging without prompts. It still actually might be insightful, but probably not. I swear I didn't mention anything about cheese (except for that). Cheese (I'm done). This reverb babble is taking up too much of my time. It’s causing me to ...
. Read More →(Note: If anyone is counting after last night's post, the current score in the battle of Plant vs Animals currently stands at Tree 19, Dogs 16) Tomorrow morning, I have my visit with the specialist (referred by the doctor last month) to tell me what the labs found in my blood. ...
. Read More →I need to stop only updating this blog with my medical problems. I'm starting to feel like that distant cousin no one wants to sit by at a family reunion – the one who overshares about his bunions or gives a NFL-worthy play-by-play of his colonoscopy. With visual aids. I won't talk ...
. Read More →“That was the summer of 1963 - when everybody called me Baby, and it didn't occur to me to mind. That was before President Kennedy was shot, before the Beatles came, when I couldn't wait to join the Peace Corps, and I thought I'd never find a guy as great ...
. Read More →I have the absolute worst genetics when it comes to my teeth. The years I spent without insurance (because reporters stay healthy through late nights and hectic deadlines, didn’t you know) were dental hell. And this is before I actually knew there was anything wrong with my teeth, I just thought ...
. Read More →I wrote the most ridiculously emo and dramatic blog post Monday night. It involved lots of similes and metaphors, like I was back in my college “creative” (read: pansy ass) writing class. But, instead of posting it in a fit of wine and crying, I held off. Mostly because my ...
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Haunted on Bourbon Street by Deanna Chase
