In my head, I’ve already written the scripts for the next five films in the Sharknado franchise.
Want to know how my brain works pretty much all the time?
Designer babies are a very real possibility. Some IVF clinics are publicizing their pending ability to manipulate hair, eye, and skin color, not to mention sex and height. Plus – Coming soon! – intelligence, creativity, everything.
Well, this is a load of holy crap. Let me tell you about Christian Domestic Discipline.
A few years ago, J convinced me that flag football was something I needed in my life. He even talked me into paying money for the “privilege” of running around a muddy field after a full day at work, grabbing for scraps of fabric dangling entirely too close to strangers’ genitalia. (And yes, I did accidentally pants somebody once.)
I’m aliiiiiiiive! (Note that I did not say perky, or energized, or feeling especially upbeat. But I am persistently alive, despite what my absence from Blogland has led some of […]
Oh, my blog people. I love you so much. Know what I don’t love? Painting trim. Evil trim. WE HATES IT, my precious. But it had to be done: It’s […]
Two weekends ago, I went to my first death metal concert. Before March 8, I would have said I was watching hard rock. But now I have seen the light and can tell you with certainty that both those terms are HIGHLY insufficient to express the breadth and (anguished) depths of this musical genre.
In eighth grade, my friend Becca had to lug a plastic baby doll around for two weeks. She was in Home Economics, and those babies represented the pinnacle of the teacher’s Curriculum for Southern Young Women.
This is a true story. Scout’s honor. It’s isn’t my story, but no one who lived it has a blog, and it needs to be heard. Richard Simmons’ reign of dental terror must end.