I'm thinking tonight about illness.  I'm thinking about my own sore throat and achy-ness and cranky-ness, and I'm thinking of Robin's two week flu/strep thoat/whooping cough/walking pneumonia/whatever it is/was.  And I'm thinking about how these things come and go and how when they come they feel like the worst and how when they go and we're back ( Read more... )

So as it was, or as it came to be, or as it should not have been, I found myself, on a particular Wednesday evening, lying on my back, stuck halfway into this machine that can see through me-through my bones and muscles and tendons and into me. I was stuck in this machine that could see into me and, truthfully, through me. And rather than marveling ( Read more... )

I don't know why I stopped blogging there for a while--I've had so many bloggable moments over the past several months (how long has it been, anyway?).  And now that I'm actually writing something, now that I've carved out the time to give you a little view of the landscape that is my life, I'm not sure what to put down first.

I could write about ( Read more... )

 I just got a message from Bertha, who would like me to have a larger penis.  I like Bertha; she's got a real sense of humor.  If I was going to invest in a (larger) penis, Bertha would be the first person I'd call. 

You know, there's nothing like feeling better after feeling like complete crap.  I tend to get hit pretty hard when I'm sick, and there's always that one day where it comes on like a mofo and I feel like I'll never be the same again.  And I whine and complain and sleep and sleep and sleep (and watch a little TV every now and then...)

And then, ( Read more... )

You know what?  Forget the juice.

Bring me a thousand dollars.  Large bills or small, I don't care. 

My throat hurts in a scratchy sort of I-need-OJ kind of way ( Read more... )

I wish I had the skills and tools of a mechanic.  I wish I could fix my car each time something goes wrong with it.  I wish I didn't have to walk past it every morning on my way to the bus stop.  And there's not much worse than getting home late, walking up the driveway and checking the cardboard underneath the car, just to see how much more ( Read more... )

It's been a great summer weather-wise, and I'm sad to see that it's fading.  My evening hikes with Pete are starting to feel a bit rushed.  The sun sets fast these days, and it doesn't take long for the woods to get dark.  Luckily my trusty dog almost glows in the dark, a little pit bull beacon leeading the way.

On the weekends, though (when it's ( Read more... )

Well, now I know I'm getting old.   It's happened.

I don't know if you've noticed lately, but pop culture is being extra careful to cater to my generation.  (I am, if you don't know, 34.)  All the stuff from the days of my kid-dom are coming back.  Transformers, for example.  (Though I was one of those poor kids whose parents got her Pumas at the ( Read more... )