This post might throw you for a loop; read my posts from winter 2011 if it does. One of my uncles, the one who will never change, the one born with fetal alcohol syndrome (which wasn't exactly recognized in 1965 – look at me, making excuses!), the one the same age as my oldest cousin … Continue reading Next?
It's surprising how little there is to watch on TV on a Friday night. We stopped subscribing to the premium movie channels in favor of Netflix streaming through the Wii, which lately has not been working well (or really, at all). So last night, I was back to my old entertaining favorites: channels without commercials … Continue reading #TheGoldenStallion
First there was roller derby and then came the new job: two of the biggest changes in my life since 2009, the year I went back into therapy & back on meds for depression. Well, one of those new things turned out to be not quite what I hoped for and instead of sucking it … Continue reading Going my own way, again
Trying to come up with a roller derby name is hard. I'm not even sure sometimes if I'm really a derby girl/chick: am I fierce enough? Ten years ago: yes. Twenty years ago: definitely yes. So I'm going back to some of the music I listened to (and have continued to listen to all this … Continue reading Roller Girl?
Last Friday I had the beginning of a weekend-long surge of craftiness brought on by Mod Podge, not one but 2 pads of scrapbooking paper in the clearance aisle of JoAnns, and a reluctance to toss out tins (Altoids, Sucrets, Newmans Own, tea). I even got some books from Good Shepherd Alliance's thrift store to … Continue reading General Craftiness & Brief Thoughts on Japan
You've lost an hour to daylight savings; make it up to yourself by listening to This American Life episode #425: Slow to React. I've been listening to TAL since we lived in Chicagoland (2000-2002) and WBEZ was my local NPR station. Since I seem to be busy when WAMU broadcasts it locally in the DC … Continue reading Lost Hours
It doesn’t help me to know that I am not alone, at least not while writing. You’ve heard this story before: bored suburban mother/wife goes crazy while navel gazing, kid with (partially) crappy childhood pulls herself up and triumphs despite it all, brave woman tells the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth … Continue reading Ramblings, Grandma K., Senior Year