Day 101 — Green Wall
Project 365
If you have a moment — and I know you do, between refreshing the Drudge Report and gawking at Suicide Girls — please click here and leave comment that says, simply, “Team Awesome as Hell.” For those of you with functioning curiosity nodes, allow me to explain why you should do this thusly: My pal Shane, a fabulous illustrator, is involved in some friendly illustratorly fisticuffs over at Fist-A-Cuffs. The basic premise is that a…
I’m back home, so it’s back to posting photos of crap in my apartment. I heart the internet! Project 365
I suspected this would happen soon. Where I’m from, a woman doesn’t hit 25 with no marriage prospects and get away with it without intense scrutiny. I have a feeling mine has just begun. Exhibit A: We’re sitting around the living room, channel surfing, when my mom goes, “You know, I was just thinking. I was your age — no, I was 23! — when I met your dad and got married.” I saw where…
I spent the weekend with my family, which gave me a chance to listen to something other than the indie/emo/folk/anti-folk crapola on my iPod. Which is always kind of interesting; it’s like simultaneously being transported back to my delicately sheltered girlhood (where the musical stylings of Reba McIntyre and John Michael Montgomery had me singing along happily) and being bashed repeatedly over the head with the embarrassing lameness of nu-country or whatever the hell you…
[for April 9] Taken at Shiloh National Military Park. We spent a few hours looking at some of the landmarks today. My dad knows that park like it’s his back yard. He can look at a completely unremarkable field and tell you what regiments fought there, who their commanders were, how many were killed, and who won. It’s pretty amazing how much he loves Civil War history. Project 365
FEMINISTS HAVE FAILED. This displeases young patriarch Matthew Hurtt. He would like us to buck up and quit freaking out Elizabeth Cady Stanton’s corpse by getting on board and: Fighting to end ladies’ nights at bars. Convincing insurance companies to charge higher rates for women. Ensuring a man’s right to choose. Then and only then will Matthew Hurtt deign the feminist movement worthy of anything above his extremely valuable middle-class honky male disdain. ‘K. I’ll…
My mom re-bandaged my foot today. I swear she infused the wrapping with extra mommy love, because my foot feels so much better than it did before. It’s nice and cushy and not all jangly like it was yesterday. It could be purely psychological. But I don’t think so. My mom is kind of awesome like that.
Happy Easter! I have a lot of good Easter memories, but one of my favorites is waking up in 1989/90 (?) and seeing this in my Easter basket. Project 365
My foot’s been doing this weird thing lately where every time I move it, the nerves on the top go all haywire and jangly on me. It’s really uncomfortable. And I’m pretty sure it was caused by the bandage being wrapped too freaking tight around the middle of my foot. So, last night, a combination of my jangly nerves and the extreme discomfort that came from walking inspired me to very stupidly take off the…
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