Hello, loyal blog followers! I just realized it’s been almost exactly a month since I checked in with you people, and I feel like I’m letting you down. And now that there are 38 of you, that’s a lot of people to disappoint. I’m truly sorry if you feel neglected. As usual, life has been getting in the way. I’ll spare you the laundry list of what has been keeping me too busy to craft anything longer than a Facebook post or two these days, but I can at least partially blame it on actual “work.”
Hello to all 26 of my official blog followers! (Note: that’s up 3 since my last post! Awesome!) And hello to the rest of you who just can’t avoid me because this shows up in your Facebook feed. I love you all, you’re all awesome.
I just took a look back at my last post and realized, it was pretty “glass half-empty.” I was in a bad mood, letting a lot of little things get under my skin. That’s really not me. I’m an optimistic person, most of the time. And to prove it, I’m going to spend this entire blog post just talking about all of the positive things that have happened in the past two weeks.
It’s been awhile since I’ve written here. I would like to sincerely apologize to my loyal followers — all 23 of you — and assure you that I am fine. Life is good. Thanks for your (completely unvoiced) concern. But a few things have been getting in the way of my blogging recently.
Gosh, I loved the 80s.
Those were the years I came of age, and I embraced everything about the era—the big hair, the big combs, the big shoulder pads, the neon colors, and Madonna’s fingerless gloves. Bands like Kajagoogoo, Duran Duran and Wham! provided the soundtrack of my adolescence, and Michael Jackson’s Thriller video was the greatest thing I’d ever seen. Molly Ringwald and Tom Cruise were my cinematic heroes, and shows like Magnum P.I., Miami Vice and The Cosby Show were “must-see TV.” Continue reading “Everybody’s Got a Bomb, We Could All Die Any Day”
“’Twas the night before vacation, and all through the house….”
NO! Just NO! Don’t worry. I’m not going to do it. Enough of those lame parodies have been written already. Just Google “Twas the night before vacation,” and you’ll be as appallingly surprised as I was.
A little over a year ago, Janet Jackson announced to the world that she was expecting. At 50. And my husband sent me the following horrifying text:
So, this just happened: I tossed 2 Tide Pods into the washing machine and ran a full wash cycle on Permanent Press before realizing: I forgot to add the clothes.
Then there was the time I was driving to my dog’s groomer appointment, and realized a mile down the road that I forgot to bring the dog…