The Final Installment: My Worst Valentine’s EVER
I’ve never been very good at science or math or any of the academic disciplines that require you to predict how something’s going to turn out. …
Single on the Superbowl- Thank Goodness!
I was planning to post the final installment of my Valentine’s Day horror stories today but on account of yesterday having been the sporting event of…
My Worst Valentine’s Day Ever, Part II
Valentine’s Day 2004: The honor of my second-worst VDay goes to my first boyfriend as well. (Sorry.) Although I didn’t realize it at the time, I…
My Worst Valentine’s Day Ever, Part 1
Pour yourself a cup of coffee and, if it’s after noon in your country, add a shot of your favorite adult beverage because it’s time for…
My Best Valentine’s Day (Obviously Not This Year)
Valentine’s Day. You had to see it coming. I can’t write a blog that’s primarily about dating and let the holiday slip by unnoticed, even though…
Then Again, Maybe Not
It’s been over 36 hours since I sent my cheeky little text to PSM#2. Not that I’m counting, but if I was I’d have come to…
Why I Enjoy Paying Taxes
For the second year in a row, I’ve earned enough money as a freelancer to pay taxes. Despite the unending paperwork that goes along with working…
Boys and the Blogosphere
It’s no fun being sunburned when the majority of your daily interactions include two rather rambunctious dogs and a gaggle of equally rambunctious preschoolers. Don’t touch…
Welcome to Miami
You know those idiots from the Midwest who lose their minds when they go to the beach? They only have a weekend in Florida so they…
Miami Bound
So today, I’m heading to Miami. I’ve never flown to Florida for just a weekend before, and it seems rather decadent. My guilt over carbon emissions,…
Something Akin to Cabin Fever
Between snow days and sick days, my bank account’s not looking nearly as healthy as it once did. Nonetheless, when I brave the snow to deposit…
Aren’t We Supposed to Learn from History?
Somehow, inexplicably, I’m still alive. Obviously it’s because I’m meant to return to the activist ways of my youth and go storming the halls of Congress…
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