I don’t talk to myself. I talk to inanimate objects. There’s a better chance somebody’s listening.

Lee bought a ’96 Jeep Grand Cherokee yesterday. It needs a little work, but it’s what I would have picked out for him, had I been doing the picking…big and boxy, but not huge. It’s white, though…white being the color of nursing home scrubs and blizzards, I’d rather any other color. Oh, well. Looks very

I’m going to walk away from a freelance job. I had talked myself into biting my tongue at a rude comment from an editor–it wasn’t anything that bad–but a subsequent comment points toward it being consistent behavior. Do I really want to be a freelancer? Yes. Do I want to work for someone who challenges

Mentos and Diet Coke. Now if only there were a way to incorporate synchronized swimming…

Ah…this brought tears to my eyes. Of course, they don’t show the third person on the escalator, who moves forward confidently. Suddenly, a Monte Pythonesque hand drops out of the sky and crushes her! Hahahahaha!

I need to do more road trips, so I’ve been looking around for weird stuff to do. I’ve been meaning to get up to Boulder. When I go, this will have to be done. A few years ago, Lee and I watched “Cannibal! The Musical,” by the South Park creators (AKA “Alferd Packer: The Musical”).

Bed and Breakfast. (A B&B…in a cave. There’s only one bedroom, and there are warnings all over the site: “You have to want to come to Kokopelli’s Cave.”)

Okay, imagine it’s possible to have up to five languages encoded in your brain–not programming languages, but speech/writing languages. This can happen instantly, effortlessly–you’ll be proficient (although not a master) at the languages you choose. Which five do you choose, and why? Note: If you want English, you gotta pick English.

I encourage everyone to pick your favorite children’s cause and make a donation this year. (I was both annoyed and grateful to be able to get toys for two kids for the price of one of Ray’s presents…and they weren’t cheap toys, either.) Tips from having been a broke mom (and a broke kid): If

I don’t know if it’s a good idea or not, but it made me snort out loud. “I’ve always felt that you should pick a president the same way you’d pick an attorney to help you out of a dangerous legal problem. Do you want the attorney who dresses nicely and belongs to your church?