I could use a nap. One of the joys of my life is that in instances such as this, I can succumb to that urge and slide into the arms of Hypnos for as long as I like. There is nothing like a siesta on Saturday. The soothing properties of a distant leaf-blower, weed wacker, mower or other motorized lawn-care equipment are endless. If you're really ( Read more... )

Ladies, if you've never seen The Discovery Channel's "Dirty Jobs" you are doing yourself a disservice. Not only is it endlessly entertaining to watch the most bizzare and heinous jobs ever imagined (makes working for The Man seem less terrible...but only a little less), but you can ogle the charming and pulchritudinous host, Mike Rowe. My favorite ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I reached a new level of hypersensitivity. I cried a little bit, teared up, really, at a juggling act. Granted, it was a really good juggling act, but still. My life is basically brief periods of drout between misting and crying jags. Trying to watch something like Extreme Home Makeover or those medical miracle shows is a train wreck for ( Read more... )

I made a composter today. My mom and I went to Home Depot (crowded on Sunday) and bought a 44 gal trash can. I spent about 15 minutes drilling holes all over the can with a 3/4" drill bit. It was awesome. The bit cut through the rubber like butter. I found saving the planet extremely satisfying. We'll see how the cooking goes, I can't wait to put ( Read more... )

See the pictures from my weekend @ photos.yahoo.com/riah54

Here I am friends, writing on a borrowed laptop in a tiny hotel room in Miami Beach. The balmy breezes of South Florida have melted a tiny sliver of my heart so I must admit, it's not SO bad here ( Read more... )

Some of you may know that I occastionally write sparkling prose for a boating magazine about the finest places for wealthy retirees to berth their yachts on a weekend. What might be news is that the editor offered me a staff position right after I graduated college. At that point, my enormous dreams filled the swimming pool in my parents' backyard ( Read more... )

Oh, man...I am CRANKY this evening. Take this analogy: I am a collection of raw nerves held together with a rubberband, nerve bouquet style. My family, excluding my brother, is a flat cheese-grater. Every time something gay comes out of their mouths, just run that grater right over the tender tops of my nerves. At this point, they are nubs. My ( Read more... )

I just got the most pleasant looking card in the mail that brought me the most unwelcome news. My first, and so far only, love asked his longtime girlfriend to marry him. Apparently, I will be invited, but I don't know if I can watch him look into her face and pledge to be hers forever. You know the way people look on their wedding day, all glowing ( Read more... )

It has been a number of days since I posted an interesting tidbit about my life. Poor, poor, readers. So Christmas: digi-cam, gym membership, crockery, tanktop, etc. Friends: many in town, super awesome ( Read more... )