Writing until the cows come home

November 10, 2007
Dear NaBloPoMo,

My tongue’s not quite hanging to the ground yet with daily blogging, because I’ve missed very few days since I began last March. I do have the ability to write my way around any situation while standing on my head and singing Yankee Doodle. Or something like that. But I have […]

There’s No Vacationing in Bloggsville.

This business of blogging during the summer is rather interesting. I have come to realize how much I expect certain individuals to just “be out there” and when they have the audacity to go on vacation? Well, it’s kinda quiet in Bloggsville. The kind of quiet that happens when you arrive at […]

Blogging on Fumes: Gas Boycott & Spinal Tap?

I’m never quite sure about how this works because if you don’t fill your gas tank today, then you probably filled it yesterday to avoid filling it today, right? Or tomorrow. This source agrees with me. Or, you’re like I was yesterday, driving up the hill from the grocery store and suddenly noticed […]

Crack of Mother’s Day Dawn

I’m supposed to be in bed sleeping — languishing for at least a few more hours in semi-slumberland and waiting for the MoH to bring me that strong, black coffee that he likes to make in the French press. But no.
I’ve been awake since about 2:30 engaged in a rather extended session of flashing, sweating like a […]

DIY Home Sale Unwrapped

Good news for those of you seriously interested in the Paradise real estate market. You have heard it’s a buyers market, right? What that means to everyone is that you can assume sellers have gazoodles of equity in their homes, and you can casually expect them to knock a 100K or more […]

Sudden Waning Interest Syndrome

Teeter Totter In our local paper, Ruben Navarette Jr. writes with fair weather passion about “Judging the ‘Idol’ judges.” In a recent post in Parenting Teens, an overly-protective author writes about the “courage, commitment, and determination” of the “plucky” teenage performer, Sanjaya. In “Chinks in the ‘Idol’ armor?” Verne Gay puts on […]

Butts, Snarks, and Old Moviestars

My mom and I have these really long phone conversations that cause my arm to go to sleep and fingers to tingle for long periods of time afterward. If anyone actually tried to follow our conversations, they would be certain that we are crazy people. Sentences are rarely finished, or, even better, one […]

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