Dress me!
When I was in college, and we girls on the second floor of Darrow Hall used to go out on Thursday nights to the local dance bar, my friend Denise would always skip into the room at 8:30, clapping, saying “It’s time to play Dress Denise!” And then we would all help her choose which […]
OK, Baltimore, you can laugh — for now
For the last six years i’ve been mocking the fearful Marylanders about their attitudes toward snow. Snow would fall, the town would panic, the news would cover every flake live from the salt dome, and I would laugh and laugh. Pansy-ass Baltimorons!
But the tables have turned; now I’m in Pittsburgh, it snows all the […]
I’m a little slow on the uptake
I have been thinking a lot lately that my Self of 10 years ago would probably have punched my Self of today for being content puttering around the house, SAHMing and whatnot. (Though she would have playfully punched me on the shoulder for finally learning to knit — you should have seen the scarf I […]
Baby me
While visiting my parents, I dug up some photos of me as a baby. My folks don’t have a scanner, so I resorted to photographing the pictures right in the album.
Maybe I do look like Cormac. Or vice-versa.
Some of these I’ve never seen before. It’s crazy. I can’t believe that cute kid on the duck […]
Vacation to Amland
We went camping last weekend, up at our land in northwestern PA. The Amish live up there. I am calling it Amland in honor of my favorite fictional paper salesman, Dwight Schrute. Lovely, lovely Amland.
Seeking Baltimore advice re: Truck caps
Halooo? Any a’ y’all Baltimoreans know where a gal can find a good fiberglass short-bed truck cap? To fit, say, a 4-door Dodge? I’d be much obliged: marybeth@supamb.com. Grazie.
Not forever, just for now.
Come on. You saw it coming.
bury me under blankets and pretend I’m not here
It’s so weirdly quiet and lonely. Am possessed by urgent need to go to Target and spend great quantities of money on brainless celebrity magazines and high-calorie, low-nutritive-value snacks. Have at least stopped crying.
Trying desperately not to think of bad things that could happen without my being there to stop them.
God. It’s like being dumped. […]
Secrets of the Banana
Remember, children, I blogged it first. ‘Know how I know? Because monkeys don’t have blogs.
Yet.
So I’m talking to my buddy Matt this evening, and he has a pleasant new-home-owner/sierra-nevada buzz going on, and we’ve been tossing around thoughts on virtual Windows environments and Obama for President and proper gin::tonic ratios when he instructs me, quite […]
For the record
Things I have said that I’d write about and never did:
The phantom pee-er
money re: our budget
OMG blog drama
Owen’s birth story
moving and where to
reasons to be jaded
I’m sure there’s more. I feel like I do that all the time: promise (or threaten) to write more about something, and then I never do. I’m a little too […]
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