Monthly Archives: January 2009

when the cat’s away…

the shit always hits the fan. i speak the truth. trust me. it happened here. and here. it’s like they have a freakish sixth sense that when i’m alone and at my most vulnerable…hmm, mommy, now’s a good time for us to get sick! huzzah! and they don’t even take…

brainfreeze

it’s holymotherfucker cold outside right now. i got up, showered, got dressed, got into my van so the husband could drive me to the Tim Horton’s where he left the civic last night (don’t ask. please. it has to do with his inability to WAIT and some Greek Tragedy called…

mortification. and some winners. and some snowIndy

my kids do their fair share of embarrassing me. You have to develop a thick skin around children, probably even thicker with the Martell kids because sure they might play cute on tv… but i assure you, in reality, they are mortification machines. I mean how can you not DIE…

since i love jumping! and i see a good bandwagon!

yesterday, i did something i never thought i would. i removed Jude Law from my list. yes, THAT ONE. the pretend celebrity boyfriend list. The last time i removed someone from it, it was to take Jared Leto off, and that was for lack of bathing. if you want to…

hate to love

Good Times (see also: The Facts of Life. Diff’rent Strokes. Growing Pains. Family Ties) Reese’s Pieces (see also: Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. and now Wunderbars, thanks to Miss Casey) Elvis mayonnaise Hoodies and yoga pants Saved By the Bell imdb.com (see also: ebay. com. and youtube.com) Center Stage (see also:…

my ali-never-gets-hit-on reputation remains and a contest

so…you know how i always talk about how i’ve never been “hit on” or “picked up” or whatever it is the kids are calling it these days… (and no…for the record…i don’t count the cute little old men who buy me coffee at Tim Horton’s or the 14-year-old boys who…

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