memorial day

In Flanders Fields In Flanders Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now... Continue Reading →

home sweet tucker

Four years ago, I came home from my second job to see this wriggly little puppy whining in a kennel. He quickly became mine and Steve's baby. We spoil him. Every morning, he gets part of Steve's egg. Every evening, he gets a couple pieces of the meat du jour. We take him on a... Continue Reading →

no offense

My blog is no big deal: my viewing public isn't so huge that my website is going to crash from all the traffic I get anytime soon. But the few blog followers I do have happen to be the people I see frequently in real life. Which is really limiting my blogging options. I can't... Continue Reading →


Yesterday I told you how I'm boycotting the Biggest Loser. If only that was all I was boycotting. I'm also boycotting the following: 1. Gin 2. Drew Barrymore movies3. The new Katy Perry single ("sun-kissed skin so hot it'll melt your popsicle")4. Wal-mart5. Yoplait yogurt 6. Made-up holidays like Secretary's Day7. Ruby Tuesdays8. Spencer &... Continue Reading →

Koli got screwed on Biggest Loser 9

I'm boycotting the Biggest Loser. I know they're really going to feel that loss when their ratings drop from 11.7 million viewers to 11,699,999 viewers. They might even have to start over with a new concept: like anorexic people putting ON weight. If any of you watch the show, you know what happened so I... Continue Reading →

i dream of the perfect plaza

Do you remember when I said I'd love to pick around 12 business or so to stick in a plaza near my home so I'd never have to leave this mile radius? Well, I had some extra time on my hands.If you could stick this on the NE corner of 156th/Harrison, I'd be very grateful.... Continue Reading →


At Matt and Emily's wedding reception two weeks ago, my youngest suitor, 4-year-old Mason, went onto the dance floor, grabbed the microphone and dedicated Owl City's "Fireflies" to me. But instead of singing, "I'd like to make myself believe" he belts out "bleed" and makes the juvenille ditty sound like a song about suicide.Here are... Continue Reading →

top 5s

Cities I'd like to live in: DenverLondonCannon Beach, ORHeidelbergNYCPeople who I love to hang out with: SteveMelindaTraceyPatrickJoelFamous people I'd like to meet: Sylvia Plath (brilliant)Augusten Burroughs (funny, smart, moody)Adam Brody (eye candy)Cameron Diaz (I think we'd be friends)Aziz Ansari (too hilarious to describe in parentheses)Old person hobbies: PuzzlesWeedingReadingWalkingBook salesYoung person hobbies: eBaybloggingreality tvrunningspending too much... Continue Reading →

eyes of the beholder

This is going to sound like a really cheesy after-school special. Well give me a break: I was home schooled and we didn't own a TV, so we didn't get to watch them. Plus, there is no such thing as "after school" when your desk is the dining room table. So maybe I have to... Continue Reading →

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