Hey guys - A group of my very dear friends, TEAM MOTHERHAUS, are participating in the annual Reach the Beach Relay race in a few weeks, and their team is currently down one runner. The team is scouting for that elusive 12th man/woman, and I thought I'd put out the feelers here as well, to see if anyone would be interested.

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I dreamt that I was giving birth to a son, and his name was going to be Richard Leo Jones.

Richard for my father
Leo for strength
Jones is representing my real last name.

It was the first "pregnancy" dream where I wasn't absolutely terrified. Should I call this progress?

In eleven days, I turn 38 years old.

By this time, I'm usually freaking out and ready to throw up. But I'm not. In fact, I even forget that it's actually happening. I've made no plans, and I don't care if I even do anything. Have I resigned myself to just aging and not celebrating? Should I be reserving celebration for milestone birthdays only?

It' ( Read more... )

It is weird going to the second wedding of a friend. It's even weirder being part of the ceremony both times.

I was a green-velveted, high-haired, dyed-to-match bridesmaid at L's first wedding. And now, a decade and a half later, I performed at her much smaller, much more intimate commitment ceremony to her domestic partner, M.

Last time, there were ( Read more... )

Man, my Friday afternoon was dragging ass, until...

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Oh, the laughter. Seriously, I fell the FUCK OFF OF MY CHAIR.

Enjoy!

I finally fell asleep for the entire evening last night. No mid-evening awakenings, no "death from above" cat leaps, no odd burning sensations. It was glorious.

I woke up this morning with smidgens of an imaginary 1980's gritty cop drama starring Joe Pesci and myself as, apparently, the shortest, angriest detectives the NYPD has ever seen. And I ( Read more... )

1) The man is dead to me. Dead. To. Me.

And

2) Michael Vick had better send a giant fruit basket or something to Minneapolis, because now NOBODY is going to be talking about him this year. NO ONE.

So, as a good lot of you saw on Saturday, I have quite the sunburn. And I gotta tell you, it's hilarious, what with the seatbelt tan line across my chest. But it also hurts like a motherfucker. Still, three days later. And part of my skin has bubbled. Ew ( Read more... )

I had a series of very weird dreams this morning, all of them involving hair.  Touching it, untangling it, watching it wave in the wind, or feeling humiliated by it.

I have issue with my hair at times. Humidity makes it gigantic. Rain makes it curly. I have known to follow hairstyle trends, rather than get haircuts to flatter my frame. While my ( Read more... )