Archive for November, 2004

I’m a lumberjack and I’m okay

Friday, November 19th, 2004

Due to normal healthy minor weight fluctuations, it is recommended that one weigh oneself approximately once a week.WHAT? I am obsessed with my 3 pounds. Up. Down. Up. Down. No change. UP. DOWN. I am riveted to my scale. We are inseparable and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
This is the exact opposite of […]

Children love me

Tuesday, November 16th, 2004

While sitting at the gate waiting for my plane I watched several people have slight physical reactions to the little boy that was turning purple as he screamed at top decibel. Obviously, the passengers with the pained expressions were completing quick statistical analyses to figure out the odds of ending up in front of, behind, […]

Girls hate back hair

Friday, November 12th, 2004

I LOVE THESE GOOGLE ADS.
There was a time when I thought the ads for “The Clapper” would never stop. $19.95? Really?
Now, something I’ve written has prompted an ad that states “Girls hate back hair”. I love the vast approach to fear based advertising. Hey, you. Freak. Girls hate back hair. All of them. Every last […]

Step into my office, baby

Tuesday, November 9th, 2004

In retrospect, over the past several years I had become increasingly inadequate in the arena of flirting. Up until six months ago, my reaction to male attention was to initiate a shoe self-examination. I stuttered and blushed and generally looked like an ass.
These days, I am smoother than Isaac Hayes. I can chat up a […]

Stone cold romantic

Monday, November 8th, 2004

The 35th wedding anniversary is the coral stone anniversary. Who the hell came up with this list? I guess they were foreseeing the future where most couples don’t make it to 35 and figured no one would care.
So…HAPPY CORAL ANNIVERSARY, MOMMACITA AND POPPO!
I love you both more than is probably healthy.