Friday, February 28, 2003

Writer's Block

What with the impending war, and my horrific financial situation, and the ghastly visit with my mother compounded by the ghastly letter she sent to me...what with all of that, and my recent divorce, and my kids who are alternately fantastic and maddening, with my yard full of dandelions and the bill collectors beating down the door and this feeling of never, ever, ever being able to get it all done, to do it all right, to live like a normal person. And yet here I am still, walking and talking, applying for jobs, taking my kids to school, serving up green beans and pork chops and rice. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to keep it up. Honestly. All of this makes it hard to write, or even to think about writing, even though writing is probably the best thing for me.

Random and surreal...kinda like my life!

Seen first on Fussy...

Thursday, February 27, 2003


I honestly thought Mr. Rogers would live forever.

Friday, February 14, 2003

The Sensitive Kind

You're Sensitive and you'd like to stay that way..
-Sensitive- You're Sensitive, and you'd like to
stay that way. Sorry,listened to a bit too much
Jewel there. You're sweet and very emotionally
charged. You definitely love the person you're
with, and always want to know how they're
feeling so you can make sure they're happy.

What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?
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Ripped off from this place.

Sweet Talk

You are not the Mona Lisa
with that relentless look.
Or Venus borne over the froth
of waves on a pink half shell.
Or an odalisque by Delacroix,
veils lapping at your nakedness.

You are more like the sunlight
of Edward Hopper,
especially when it slants
against the eastern side
of a white clapboard house
in the early hours of the morning,
with no figure standing
at a window in a violet bathrobe,
just the sunlight,
the columns of the front porch,
and the long shadows
they throw down
upon the dark green lawn, baby.

- Billy Collins

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone.

Thursday, February 13, 2003


Brian and I are engaged in a contest. Stop by the website and see what you think.

Wednesday, February 12, 2003

Mommie Dearest

I was maybe a third of the way through a diatribe about my mother's recent visit, Calphalon, unwanted gifts, etc., when I decided to bag the whole thing and spare you the gorey details. I'm just glad it's all over with and I can get back to my life. Until she comes May.

Meanwhile, the dog peed on the mailman's bag today. Can you say mortified?