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 [...]
I love Mad Men. Looove. I watched about 7 episodes straight last weekend. I love all the female characters. I love Peggy, love Betty, love, love, love Joan, especially now that I know that she plays the accordion. Let me reiterate: SHE PLAYS THE ACCORDION.
I am hard to shop for. Here’s the thing: if I want something I buy it. Within reason, of course, but I certainly don’t sit around waiting for somebody else to buy it for me. So when asked what I want for Christmas or my birthday, here’s my general answer: “Uhhhhh…” But luckily for the [...]
My mom and I have been hitting the holiday bazaars, and I have to say, mostly it’s a load of crap. Sometimes literally. Alaskan crafters have an unfortunate penchant for making stuff out of moose poop. Not even kidding. Or wreaths made out of shotgun shells. Still not kidding. But now to spread the love. If I had [...]
Ok, I have another favorite blog, Seriously, So Blessed. Here’s a taste: School is sooo hard!! We are in the throws of studying for law/biz/med/dental school finals, he is such a studying champ, seriously, I could never learn all that stuff and if I tried to my brian would honestly burst. Soooo greatful I’m not [...]
My Parents Were Awesome Randy and Jamie (not my parents, though my parents were and are awesome).
Sometimes I feel like Elphaba. You know, a funny-looking witch with no friends. Here’s the thing: It drives me crazy when somebody doesn’t like me, even if I don’t like them. I also don’t like palpable tension. Am I the only one who feels the palpable tension and hates it? If I’m going to be [...]
