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7 days ago
A slow sunrise over the city. Heading back to the airport with Michael Buble crooning over the speakers. I don't want her to go. But this is the way the world works. Sisters get older. Sometimes they move away. But they never stop being a sister. Or a friend. I don't want her to go. [Four days earlier] It's the middle of the frickin' night and I am driving on rain-slicked back roads with Papa in the passenger seat thankfully not pointing out each and every time I hydroplane. I'm anxious. Skywalker is coming home for our birthday. I have not seen her in a million years. She has been living it up out in Colorado. I am cursing the MIT nerds for still not perfecting teleportation and blabbing to Papa nonstop. Repeating myself. Saying stupid s**t. It's at this exact moment I realize how much I missed her. Faithful readers will know that we're twins. No...that does not mean she is a doppelganger. We do not share a brain. I cannot feel her pain. She's just my ...
22 days ago
It’s raining. Crap. I have never hated the rain more than I do tonight. Tonight, you see, was supposed to be the most perfect Halloween night we have had in ages. I mean….aaaaaaaaages. A Saturday and not frigidly cold. It’s dark before 6 o’ clock. And I am prepared. Very prepared for this, my most favoritest holidays of the year. The house is decked out in especially creepy garb this year. I have skeletons hanging from the light outside. My ghosties are doing their dance around the creepy tree strung with orange lights and the windows…..ahhhh….did I mention the windows. The windows have my normal silhouette masterpiece. I have to say, it looks totally awesome. I limited myself to one pumpkin this year so I could spend gobs and gobs of money on candy. Because I expect to have hundreds of little costumed freaks banging on the door all night. I am ready. And then it started to frackin rain. <sigh> This is no good. ...
54 days ago
Yeah, yeah, yeah...already behind and only episode two. It's not like I get paid for this or anybody reads it consistently enough to notice. <smile> Thanks for all the gentle reminders and subtle threats, everybody. I feel so loved. So the episode starts off with the Jerk talking it up with Copper about her smack talking during the first tribal council....you know when she said she didn't trust him. <chuckle> This guy is a huge control junkie. She says we can still talk even though I don't trust you and he's like ok but you see what happened to the last dumb ass girl that stood up against me...Copper, now might not be the best time to stick your neck out there. Then Sweater Vest agrees to allign himself with the Jerk...because you really have to be in an alliance with somebody. Then the Jerk starts going on and on about the hidden immunity idol. I think he's a moron for bringing it up because no one has even said there is one. Sweater Vest thinks he's a ...
67 days ago
There’s a chill in the air. It’s already dark outside. Fantasy football things are lying all over the coffee table. The Pumpkin has her normal look of apathy as she hangs her ever widening girth precariously over the edge of the sofa. The Hubby is grumbling about all his aches and pains. It sounds like any other Thursday night….except of course it’s not. Tonight it starts. Survivor. I am so starved for some good reality TV, I am practically jumping up and down. Practically. I did watch Big Brother (glad that Jordo won) but it’s not the same. Survivor is the ultimate of ultimate. I mean……they’re on an island for crying out loud. Out in the middle of NO WHERE. In NATURE. <shiver> It’s more fun than anything watching these people go all Lord of the Flies, waste away and scheme and plan. Almost as much fun as it is to watch Jeffy Poo interrogate them and make fun of them and patronize them. This is Season 19, in case you’re ...
85 days ago
Obviously I haven’t written in a while…thank you all for notifying me of this. Some of us are not slaves to the Internet. Although I must say, for full disclosure, Facebook has been somewhat running my life lately. I poo pooed it for so long, thinking ‘pshaw……only teenagers get addicted to these stupid social networks.’ Oh no….not just teenagers….it’s like they friggin’ hypnotize you with all those ridiculous games you can play. And yes, status updates are eerily similar to Tweets. And yes, I’m a huge hypocrite. Thank you all for pointing that out as well. Jerks. Anyway, I had other stuff to do this past week besides melting my brain trying to get the high score in Bejeweled. Other stuff…like Life-Responsibility stuff. First and foremost, we had another cake-baking adventure to endure this week, so I’ll tell you all about that. The 2’s were having a birthday party, and not just any birthday party. A 50 th birthday party. ...
