I want a margarita. An icy cold, blended, flavored margarita. I only drink socially, never alone, so imagine my sudden longing for booze when I was invited to happy hour despite my condition. I'm still going. I will go and eat cheese balls because I enjoy the conversation, even without the booze that makes it... Continue Reading →
buttons
Feeling super pregnant today: bought maternity clothes off the internet then got emotional watching The X Factor while eating cookies. OK, so other than the word "maternity" that sentence could refer to any other Wednesday night of mine. But now I have an excuse.I've always gotten hot easily with my hyperhidrosis, but now I'm even... Continue Reading →
expecting the unknown
Parents, close friends, and boss have all been notified. I think that means it's OK to post it on the internet: Steve and I are expecting our first child. And by expecting I only mean waiting for it to come, because we certainly don't know what to expect. Sometimes I ask him, "do you think... Continue Reading →
hyperhidrosis
Nobody thinks about it if they don't have it. But I have it. So I can do nothing but think about it. My wardrobe, my mannerisms, my activities are restricted by it. What bothers me is my hyperhidrosis. Because you don't have it, I'll explain what it is. OK, Wikipedia will: Hyperhidrosis is the condition... Continue Reading →
the help
I'm reading The Help (if you haven't read it yet, you need to pick up a copy immediately). In it is a woman right out of college who wants to be a writer. She applies to Harper and Row Publishers and receives the following response:Dear Miss Phelan, I am responding personally to your résumé because... Continue Reading →
warm nights
I give Omaha a lot of shit, because for three months every year I drive on snow-covered streets in white-knuckle terror. Then in the summer, I dread going outside for fear I will faint from heat stroke, or else just sweat so bad I leave a trail of sweat droplets behind me.But for as much... Continue Reading →
dream in my pocket
A few months ago, a friend of mine sent me this. She knows that I have always dreamed of being a writer. And she knows that like most dreams, it gets shoved behind daily tasks and my job and my relationships. It ends up dead last in my priorities, even though at one point in... Continue Reading →
jigsaw
I am like this album cover. My hobby is that of a 75-year old crotchety woman. It's jigsaw puzzles. Sometimes, I get the urge to do a puzzle the way a heroin addict probably gets the itch for a fix. I have 500 hundred piece puzzles and 1,000 piece puzzles, but it's the 1,000 piece... Continue Reading →
Hoes in different area codes
You leave home and you move on and you do the best you can I got lost in this old world and forgot who I am I thought if I could touch this place or feel it This brokenness inside me might start healing Out here it’s like I’m someone else I thought that maybe... Continue Reading →
perky tits won’t stand up straight
Googled phrases that landed people here: 1. Why are people bitchin about the rain...its 1opm on a wed Yeah peeps, don't bitch about rain after the sun has gone down on a weeknight. 2. Old people play with poop I thought it was babies. But infants and the elderly do have a lot in common... Continue Reading →
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