Friday, August 1, 2008
In Which Much Bitching Ensues
Caution: Whining ahead. Hardhats required.
Here I am, wide awake at 11:30 pm. I don't know about you night-life loving cool people, but that's pretty freakin' late for a non-partying dweeb like me.
"But Mae," I hear you cry, "what is keeping you from your precious beauty rest, which you could use plenty of if you ask me?" I'll tell you what. It's my damn knees, that's what.
You know those squishy stress-relief balls? The ones you squeeze into funky shapes when you're supposed to be
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
I’m Baaaack
I know, I know. I'm a miserable slacker who hasn't posted in weeks. But wait! I have an excuse! I've been knitting this hat:
Pretty good, eh? We don't need to discuss the disaster I created when I sewed up the seam. I think I'll keep that to myself. What you don't know can't hurt me.
In other news, I believe I've come up with a better punishment for Bast than spraying her with water. When a bad kitty does this...
...I'll post an embarrassing picture of her:
Notice that the
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Knitting Newbie Rallies to Thrash Scarf
Guess what? I finished the scarf. Let's say it one more time. I. Finished. The. Scarf. All together now: I FINISHED THE SCARF!!
I found out yesterday that my mother in law was coming down today and would show me how to bind off the end. So I got off my procrastinating butt, played some old Car Talk podcasts and added the inches that the cat stole from me. The MIL sat me down and explained the process (ok, more than once). In no time at all, I had a FINISHED SCARF. Whoo-hoo!
Here's some
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Scarf Kicks Butt of Knitting Newbie
Knitting is "da bomb." (If you don't believe me, check out the excellent blog of the Yarn Harlot.) I took up knitting as part of my ongoing attempt to appear "cool" and "slick wit it," which also includes using the "gangsta" phrases my "homey" from the "hood" is teaching me. Come to think of it, it's probably not "keeping it real" to use quotation marks around words I'm not sure I'm "down with." Sigh. The quest for "street cred" continues.
Hang on while I try to remember what the hell I was
Saturday, June 21, 2008
We Interrupt Our Regularly Scheduled Funniness for this Bitter Broadcast
Dear Corporate America,
My husband is bipolar. I have major recurring clinical depression. All that stands between us and suicide is a handful of pills. Really freakin’ expensive pills.
Because of those pills, I finally feel good enough to really pursue my dream of being a writer/entrepreneur. My version of paradise is a place where I am free––free from wearing a uniform, free from having the fate of my career decided by people I have never met, free from plastering a fake personality