Or if you do, judge kindly. It was requested that I get over myself and post my favorite books. I will do so, but I’m leaving out my commentary (which was mostly justifying my choices). Besides, in a world where Twilight and Going Rogue are runaway bestsellers, do I really need to justify my (sometimes [...]
I found something on Feministing this morning that made me really, really happy. Because we should really stop hating ourselves and our bodies.
For the past few days, I’ve been working on a post about the ten best books I’ve read in the last decade. And a funny thing happened. I started feeling really, really insecure. INSECURE THOUGHTS Are you seriously going to admit publicly that that is your favorite book? How come nothing that you’ve read in [...]
So 2009 kinda sucked for me. 2009 just would not stop kicking me in the teeth, and just when I thought it was done kicking me in the teeth, it kicked me in the ovaries. 2009 was a fickle bitch. 2009 was riddled with health problems. And in America, health problems are expensive, ya’ll. 2009 [...]
Rohn was in the backyard last night, bark, bark, barking. What was upsetting him? Ah, Alaska, where dangerous ungulates lurk in the backyard. (Rohn is our dog, by the way. And luckily the moose paid him no mind.)
I have a teensy obession with flash mobs, namely because they make me believe that life can be like an MGM musical, which of course, it should be. Everybody should be in technicolor and wearing floaty skirts and three piece suits. All the men should tap dance. And also, I should be able to control [...]
Look what I found under the Christmas tree at my parents’ house: Coco and Petunia! Aaaaaaah, they’re so cute. (There were also presents underneath the tree, they were just all unwrapped when I took this picture, although if you feel bad for me and think I should have more presents, that’s fine. I’d be down [...]
I am woman, hear me roar. I can make my own money, look after my own self, and shovel my own walk. (Alaska is snowy, ya’ll.) But I am secure enough in my womanhood that if somebody else, somebody manlier and more muscular than I, were to shovel the driveway for the rest of the [...]
Remember 1998? Back before N*Sync broke up (sniff) and Lance was still pretending to like girls? Anyway, I remember Christmas ’98 because I got awesome ski poles (thanks Mom and Dad) and “Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays” was my JAM. I like how they had the budget for a sleigh, but not reindeer. They also [...]
Kurt and I ventured out to do a little shopping yesterday, which was a poor choice. The mall on a Saturday? Ugh. Here’s my problem with Anchorage: I can not go anywhere without seeing somebody I know. (I’m also not a huge fan of Anchorage’s relative proximity to the North Pole.) And when I’m bra-shopping and haven’t [...]
