The Woodlands Biotch

Be kind to your knees – you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
my mom recently asked me, nonchalantly, “do you think i should have seen a psychiatrist sometime?” of course she should have. so should i. i think, perhaps, a good 99.9% of us should. because we’re not as friggin put together as we all think [...]

i don’t do this one enough. i admit it. i mean, on the one hand, i do. i quit working for “the man” (or in my case, “the woman” a while ago. so working for myself is still new. and scary. fun? yes. boring? yes, too. but still, pretty scary.
and then there’s checking my email. [...]

– oh, never mind — you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.  But trust me; in twenty years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.  You [...]

a lot of people have asked me to join facebook. my mom, for one. repeatedly. and both of my very best, childhood friends. my brother. other friends. they just can’t seem to understand what my big problem is with it. they tell me i’m missing out. there’s apparently a long list of people that really [...]

bf has been fixing other people’s pc problems and installing networks and telephone systems for 15 years. in the time that i have known him, i have learned that anything computer related falls into one of three types of repair categories:
“this’ll only take a few minutes” – translates roughly to “this is totally easy, based [...]

a while ago, for no reason whatsoever, a tune from my childhood popped into my head. for one week of each summer for eight years, i attended a foursquare church sponsored summer camp out near sonora, california called “old oak ranch” – my last summer session there as a counselor. which was fitting, as it turned out [...]

dad died. not recently, thank you. going on about, oh, eight and a half years ago now. sometimes, though, i still struggle with the fact that i’m here in this world without him. to quote george from g.a., “i don’t know how to exist in a world where he doesn’t.” true that.
dad was a veteran. [...]

for my loyal followers (all, what, eight of you?) that have been wondering just that, let me tell you:

i added a new talent to my list of things i can do and get paid doing. no, nothing dirty, you gutter-dweller. i’ve become a web designer. Wo0t!

i became increasinly obsessed with my new job, which, since [...]

seriously.
not every bad thing that happens to good people (or even bad people) is because god’s mad at them. or their ancestors. or their ancestors ancestors.
during an interview on the Christian Broadcasting Network the day after the earthquake in haiti, televangelist robinson said “many years ago, the island’s people ’swore a pact to the devil.’ [...]

spending the weekend in a flyspeck of a town up in the mid-west, but just thought i’d throw this out there: who’s got the cuter hand? my four-week old baby nephew, or me when I was two?        
 
 
 
 
 
 
granted i was an adorable baby (which had no bearing on my plain-jane-ness i suffered through in [...]