May 22, 2003

One lunchtime trek garnered me these little tidbits: * I do not like carnations. At all. Au natural and especially dyed. * I like Gerber daisies and peonies and irises and lilies and most other flowers. * I do not like it when my change is given to me with the bills on bottom and … More May 22, 2003

AIDS Walk Question

After walking about three out of our ulimately 10 miles behind several thousand people yesterday, I asked Keith, “So who’s in the lead and do they know where they’re going? Seriously, what if they can’t read a map?” That would have been interesting, forty-thousand people making a wrong turn.

May 8, 2003

Someone found me by searching this. Not once, but twice. Yes, I wear underwear, generally speaking, except when going to the chiropractor, gynecologist and skeet shooting.

Puppy Love

So Bob and I covered many topics last night that will remain between us girls. However I will share with you the brilliant idea resulting from our discussion of Paquita’s exceptionally high libido and how I’m not that good at discouraging her –ahem– rubbing. (Hey, she doesn’t have much in life, let her have that.) … More Puppy Love

Horrifying

I do not exaggerate when I say it is horrifying to learn that you have been caught dancing — and I mean freak dancing complete with the white man’s overbite and finger snapping — in your underwear singing Stevie Wonder’s I Wish at the top of your lungs. I know this because after I had … More Horrifying

May 1, 2003

Gap Jeans make my ass look “Pa-Dunk-a-Dunk” according to the two African American men trailing closely behind me for two blocks. What exactly is “Pa-Dunk-a-Dunk” and is it a good thing? Please say “yes”. For the love of God and my future well-being please say “yes”! Just don’t tell me it means in urban speak, … More May 1, 2003

Oh, Puh-leeze!

Watching the opening sequence to Mr. Personality makes me want to shove splinters under my nails. Quotes such as “This is a life long decision” and “I’m going to meet the love of my life” make me want to shove splinters into that chick’s urethra while I wear a creepy mask. Now that would be … More Oh, Puh-leeze!