Monday, February 2, 2015


…It seems silly, preposterous even, to be depressed about having your football team lose a game, yet that how I feel.  That’s how the whole city seems to feel.  Everything outside looks grayer than usual.  It didn’t help listening to sports radio on the ride back from Bellingham this morning.  That was almost sadistic.  Too much verbal scab picking and childish name-calling.  It’s all childish, really.
And so I’ll stop.

…I’m going to see Sam Smith tonight.  That should be something, something distracting anyway.

…Last week on the way back from Santa Fe (was it only last week?) I read Nancy Stohlman’s novel, “Searching For Suzi.”  It was quite a read, replete with sex and mystery and emotion.  The book is pretty tight, less than a hundred pages.  I was intrigued the entire way through.  If you can find a copy, read it.

…You know what’s nice?  Hearing your daughter singing to herself in the room downstairs.

…Another nice thing is having your pup curled up under your chair by your feet or seeing your pup wake up and stretch her back.  That’s pretty darn cute.

…I have quite a few stories to read for my editorial gig.  I hope there is at least one good one.

…When I think of myself I don’t think of myself as the age I am.  Do you?  In my mind I’m nineteen or nine.  I’m a lot younger.  I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not.
This weekend I am going to Portland to hang out with my friends.  We’ll certainly be acting like nineteen year olds there.  I’m not sure if that’s a wise thing or not.

…Last week on Facebook some people had this to say:

I just burped. I used to burp once a year, and this was about the 8th burp for 2015. This is yet another sign I am "getting older".
Sometimes after you publish a story, you feel like a stripper without an audience

It feels strange to have nothing sad to say.

Hahahaha! Just heard my husband on the phone: "I don't know anyone from that place. I don't know you. Do you know me? Why are you calling and bothering me? I don't call and bother people I don't know. You should be ashamed of yourself."
"oh you look like a disco ball" is not the look I was going for today.

During bath time, the toddler discovered his nipples. "What's this?" he asked. "Your nipple," I said. He repeated the word, pronouncing it "ipple," "tipple," and "mipple." After I corrected him each time, he asked if I had "cripples." I said I did. He, of course, asked to see them. I pulled up my shirt. He stared for a few seconds and then said, "Daddy, you have hairy cripples." I couldn't argue with the kid about that.

 Someone at Starbucks just commented on my pregnancy and asked if I was "keeping it." When I said yes she looked very disapproving. I guess I did forget to wear my wedding ring today...

Sorry but if you compulsively post pictures of your baby's poopy diapers on your FB wall I can't be your friend, okay? Yes. I'm a bitch but we all have limits here.

Guess I'm not the only one that gets aroused by book porn. Maybe I should start a site

Getting complimented/hit on can be very flattering!! You have nice breasts....... Huh??? What bro??? Ya you can have my number it's (509) WTF-DUDE

Sometimes I like people, but then I read the shit they post on Facebook.

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