Dirty 30

That headline alone should get some clicks, don’t ya think? It’s not what you think. Or maybe it is. I don’t know how your brain works. Today I turn 30. Holy shit. I thought that was old, once upon a time. And I still feel like it’s old every once in a while. But IContinue reading “Dirty 30”

Start spreadin’ the news…we’re leavin’…in three weeks.

In a few weeks, my sisters and Chuckie and I will reunite in Boston for the first time since this time, but for a different reason entirely. You see, once upon a time, when Rachel and I were young and thinking our jobs would pay us well enough to do such things – we toldContinue reading “Start spreadin’ the news…we’re leavin’…in three weeks.”

Ch-ch-ch-changes. Little ones.

Quick, take a look around this page. Notice anything different? I’ll give you a second to look. Yup! Up there ^. Or way up there (or waaaaaaaay up there or on the home page) depending on how many posts I’ve written since this one.. It’s a new page! I decided to go ahead and separateContinue reading “Ch-ch-ch-changes. Little ones.”

My favorite posts this year – 10, to be exact

In honor of another year of blogging with double the amount of posts, comments and followers from the year before (really? What??!?) I have rounded up my personal favorites from what I’ve shared with you on this site. Some are one-hit wonders and others are part of a series. Because it’s too awesome not to,Continue reading “My favorite posts this year – 10, to be exact”

Obviously the best idea ever

OK, so my thoughts are when you pick your five you should also be allowed an alternate, should one of your choices do something as horrible as get a bad haircut or date Scarlett Jowhocares or something equally as horrible to taint their amazingness. If that’s the case, then I know who mine is. RyanContinue reading “Obviously the best idea ever”

Diary of a hypochondriac, day 10066

7:30 a.m. I can’t get out of bed. My body physically rejects parting from the flannel sheets. Too. warm. and. cozy. to. move. 8 a.m. Step out of bed, left foot first. Still hurts. Something’s gotta be broken or bent or something in there. On account of it was stepped on. By a stiletto. AlmostContinue reading “Diary of a hypochondriac, day 10066”

One year closer to 100.

Today’s my birthday. 27, which means I’m now THAT MUCH CLOSER to 30, which then means I’m even closer to 50. That reminds me, I need to take a break real quick for my osteoporosis meds and to put my AARP card in my wallet. OK. So 27. Haven’t heard much about it – that’sContinue reading “One year closer to 100.”