tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65698362744031443222024-03-05T20:31:52.683-08:00Anyway, I Was Just ThinkingUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger612125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569836274403144322.post-38774659551869403182012-02-16T13:01:00.000-08:002012-02-16T13:04:13.425-08:00So long, and thanks for all the fishIt's become pretty clear that it's time for me to close up shop. I've been feeling it for awhile but didn't want to pull the plug until I understood why. Well, I just figured out why.
I'm sure you're relieved to learn it's not you, it's me.
Believe it or not, this month marks five years since Mr. B and I made our re-acquaintance. This blog turned out to be a chronicle of those five years. Sad Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569836274403144322.post-59703413090542560872012-02-09T13:10:00.000-08:002012-02-09T13:10:37.476-08:00Fifty-seven
Happy Birthday, Mr. B. If you were here, I would make you a cake. Miss you. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569836274403144322.post-60415872850006256922011-11-26T08:16:00.001-08:002011-11-26T08:39:11.580-08:00ThankfulI know, I'm late to the Annual Thanksgiving Blessing Count. It's taken some considerable pondering and navel-gazing, but I realized that, believe it or not, I am most thankful for each and every Fucking Growth Opportunity that has come my way, as miserable as they have been.
Sounds crazy, no? But since I am still (relatively) sane, I can only assume I am stronger. As I stand here (well, sit hereUnknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569836274403144322.post-41243745923915183762011-11-22T11:05:00.000-08:002011-11-22T11:49:15.908-08:00Just say noNot buying what they're selling: What a concept, especially this time of year.WTF am I talking about? I am talking about not blowing all the money we don't have in the next thirty days. Confused? Leo sums up (much better than I ever could) the perfectly logical reasons for doing so... or, would that be not doing so?Click below to read the rest of this radical and (hopefully) sanity-inducing Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569836274403144322.post-6224146984240525162011-11-11T09:28:00.000-08:002011-11-11T09:32:24.208-08:00This is the week that wasI do love someecards.com. Somehow they always know exactly what's on my mind. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569836274403144322.post-15585128288845338702011-11-08T13:15:00.000-08:002011-11-08T13:44:37.675-08:00Three bucks the hard wayToday, Lovely Daughter and I visited a large national financial institution I will call BoA to close a joint account we had opened a decade prior when she left for college. Since then, I have come to hate BoA, mostly because of the user-hostile policies that have netted them obscene amounts of dollars from this modest account through overdraft fees alone.As we waited outside for the branch to Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569836274403144322.post-33241274826425616722011-11-03T12:40:00.000-07:002011-11-03T12:46:33.384-07:00VogueI could take a photo of her every day and they would all be hilarious. What's going on in that brain, as she lays there and stares (and drools) for hours? Crickets chirping in the dark? The sound of howling winds racing across the empty plains? Yeah. Gotta be something like that. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569836274403144322.post-68168633537602807272011-11-02T14:04:00.000-07:002011-11-02T14:06:10.680-07:00DiversionsHow did I spend last night? Why, creating a WinXP virtual machine on my Macbook, watching Eureka, eating Kit Kats, and knitting, of course. Wasn't everyone?No wonder I'm single. It's just easier that way. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569836274403144322.post-39867719711844605852011-10-28T08:58:00.000-07:002011-10-28T09:30:10.184-07:00Home againIn early September I moved the blog to Tumblr. I was certain the new and exciting Tumblr format would magically dissolve all my blogging blocks, much like each new and exciting Swiffer product will magically make me want to clean my house. Yeah. It worked just about as well. Surprised?So I'm back in my old, familiar Blogger home. I've moved most of the Tumblr posts (9/2 - 10/13) over here so you Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569836274403144322.post-5341831043762688732011-10-04T17:54:00.000-07:002011-10-28T08:58:23.395-07:00Star Trek UniverseWatching the first episode of Star Trek: Deep Space 9 from 1993. Just realized that the computer pads everyone is carrying look suspiciously like color Kindles. Hmm… Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569836274403144322.post-8547509806627283002011-10-03T16:47:00.000-07:002011-10-28T08:57:08.437-07:00She's gonna blowI've decided that blogging is like having irritable bowel syndrome. Some posts are like explosive diarrhea: the pressure builds quickly until the moment you realize the shit is going to come out, ready or not, and it’s gonna have to go somewhere, regardless of quality.Other posts start off normally enough, but something happens and the process s-l-o-w-s w-a-a-a-y d-o-w-n, causing it to gain mass Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569836274403144322.post-75963877918278547532011-09-30T11:54:00.000-07:002011-10-28T08:56:07.362-07:00You may feel some discomfortYou’re going to want to eat as soon as possible, before it gets too sore.— The orthodontist tech, after outfitting me with new wires approximately the diameter and flexibility of pencil lead.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569836274403144322.post-16091469949863939522011-09-23T20:02:00.000-07:002011-10-28T08:53:53.024-07:00The crypt-keeperLovely Daughter and I saw Freaky Friday the other day. As I watched the teen cavort and whine and snarl and generally act out in the mother’s body, I was somewhat mortified to realize that I act like that all the time. Being reminded that I resemble Jamie Lee Curtis didn’t exactly help my attempts at denial.Who knew that anything featuring LiLo could be the source of such self-doubt? Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569836274403144322.post-57680122777470492252011-09-18T21:49:00.000-07:002011-10-28T08:51:03.569-07:00CornCorn scares me. I like it to eat, but not to hang around in.— Lovely Daughter, watching Harry and Ginny battle Helena Bonham Carter outside the Weasley mansion.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569836274403144322.post-7611926545910437372011-09-17T22:25:00.000-07:002011-10-28T08:48:43.284-07:00Today, I learned......that if you’re not looking, a chocolate glazed stick donut tastes just like its paler cousin. Comes in handy if they’re out of glazed stick donuts at 10pm. Which they usually are. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569836274403144322.post-39390532831679704512011-09-16T18:58:00.000-07:002011-10-28T08:47:27.468-07:00Lovely Daughter's big eveningWith Bob the IV pole as chaperone, we casually strolled to the end of the ward, through the double doors, and over to the elevators. We scanned to be sure no one was watching, then punched the down button. When the door opened, we scooted inside, dragging Bob behind us. Rode down to the lobby, peeked out the door, then rode back up and strolled nonchalantly back to her room. We felt very wicked! Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569836274403144322.post-79767357313000460522011-09-15T20:45:00.000-07:002011-10-28T08:46:26.208-07:00Reality bitesIs there anything sadder than sticking your hand in the bag only to find you’ve already eaten the last glazed munchkin? I think not.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569836274403144322.post-66856902916547789852011-09-14T21:04:00.000-07:002011-10-28T08:45:26.581-07:00Tomato, tomato...I say chili-mac, hospital cafeteria says American chop suey. I’m sure it will make an adequate turd either way.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569836274403144322.post-85595173587638815332011-09-14T06:37:00.000-07:002011-10-28T08:44:11.400-07:00Hard lessons learned the hard way from the School of Hard KnocksThis is a toughie. I reallyreallyreeeeally want to write about what’s been going on around here, and a couple of years ago I would have freely laid the whole thing out, whether you wanted to read about it or not, but I’ve got this notion bumping around in my skull that it might not be my story to tell.That sucks because things to write about are hard to come by, you know?But I do think that I canUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569836274403144322.post-81888379065004681942011-09-10T18:05:00.000-07:002011-10-28T08:36:44.692-07:00Travel EssentialsThe perfect travel evening. BTW, donut calories don’t count if you eat them in your jammies in a hotel bed. If you’re watching Miss Congeniality, you actually burn calories.(I’m saving Hancock for later) ;)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569836274403144322.post-20127025610156480422011-09-05T22:29:00.000-07:002011-10-28T08:37:11.495-07:00OverheardScene: Watching original Star Trek episodes with Young SonCapt. James T. Kirk: "Captain’s log, stardate blah blah blah..."Young Son (shouting at the screen): "This is no time for a blog entry, Captain Kirk!"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569836274403144322.post-8862774830632766362011-09-02T14:04:00.000-07:002011-10-28T08:29:34.023-07:00ConfessionsMy name is Liz, and I’m a recovering yarnaholic. It’s been eight years since I de-stashed.Today I walked into a yarn store and bought yarn. At full price.I know I said I had quit for good, but I can handle it this time, I swear.I can stop anytime I want.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569836274403144322.post-21374060629380431782011-07-15T11:33:00.000-07:002011-07-15T11:33:56.895-07:00The Sisterhood of The RingHi, y'all! Sorry I've not been around. I've been spending way too much time on Facebook. If you get lonely, come on over! I post something there most days, mostly silly stuff.Anyhooze, it's been awhile, hasn't it? I've written tons of blog posts in my brain but never seem to be able to get them to come out on the keyboard for public consumption. Which, for the most part, is probably a Good Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569836274403144322.post-88174188346804971242011-05-26T10:19:00.000-07:002011-05-26T10:46:43.018-07:00Moving on backSo long story way short, I'm moving back into my previous house, the one I bought at the HEIGHT of the housing market and rented out when I moved in with Mr. B. It's too bad, really; Mr. B's house is a darling 1930s-era brick house but it's just too damned much work (and money) for me to deal with by myself. So it's back to my mid-90s cookie-cutter place. Where the home owners association cuts Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569836274403144322.post-34885742939369671582011-05-19T12:09:00.000-07:002011-05-19T12:27:23.546-07:00Break out the thongs!Oh relax, I mean flip flops. Please.It's Room Temperature Day, the first day of the year we hit 70 degrees. It's about effing time!I didn't mark it last year, but RTD 2009 was April 5, and the year before it was April 12. Here we are at May 19th -- how wrong is that? Could be worse, but not by much. Someone on the teevee said that the latest date Sea-Tac Airport hit 70 was May 23, 2003. Cutting Unknownnoreply@blogger.com