We moved yesterday and it went much more smoothly than moving usually does. Friends came out of the woodwork to help and we were done in about 3 hours. There were enough brawny butches there and I barely had to carry anything. And as one said to me, "That's the way it should be." hehe ( Read more... )

So it's not really my New Year. My New Year is in September with Rosh Hashanah. Regardless, it's always a good time to try some changes. Not resolutions that are bound to fail, but a more yogic approach; a declaration to try some new things. If they work, great. If not, that's ok too ( Read more... )

God, I hate this time of year. I'm a prisoner in my own house 'cause nothing is open and what is open is packed full of annoying people.

Grrrr. I'm just annoyed in general.

Strep throat.

You see what happens when you work with kids?

Ugh. Sore throat and slight fever. This is no way to spend the first night of Hanukkah.

A big smooch on the lips and a shout-out to Mr. Ry who thinks I never post.

Why don't people make eye contact and say hello in this godforsaken part of the country?

Someone actually looked at me yesterday and I was so surprised I could barely speak.

No offense, MissPris, but I will be happy to return to the West Coast.

HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY, MR RY!!

A big ass, yell from the hills, death-grip hug, dance the polka

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

to Ms. Elementa!!

It's Rosh Hashanah again.

Wow.