I got ‘em. Like having… One. Big. Eye. Reminiscent of Mike Wazowski – exacerbated by The Tumor Removal of ’05. I sometimes forget about it… until I see a picture or somethin’… like my new driver’s license picture. Hair: good. Expression: acceptable. Lip gloss: glossy. Eye #A: eye-like. Eye #B: E(ye)normous Like… laughing after during [...]

I rock. Not that I’m arrogant… just a bit prideful. I just hacked the code in my own blog. I did a little bit o’ copying this a bit of pasting that – tossed in a bit html – ‘cuz I know some html… I was able to add an image from Zazzle in my [...]

So, I’ve been seeing a chiropractor over the last week. He has faithfully been popping key areas of tension. He said that the popping I hear is actually gas pockets being let loose. Ew. Really? I must be pretty gassy. I digress… I have experienced the strangest reaction to all this popping – laughter. Dr. [...]

I’m not wearing it. Period. It’s called the Orca Pro Killa Tri Suit. Orca is the brand, and I think that is a terrible brand name for women’s swimwear/triwear… Though “Killa” is also in the name… and I dig hood-speak, I cannnot put my body in clothing that sprays the word “ORCA” up the outer [...]

I listened/intruded in on a conversation between 2 girls today. We were waiting for the parade to start – happy 4th by the way! It was Olivia’s second parade as a baton twirling diva. Dang, she’s cute… Fifth-grader-to-be to fourthgrade-to-be friend: I have to work at the farmer’s market today until 3. Me to myself: [...]

because I pulled some strings and arranged for a friend to come over… and I rock. Me: Say it… you gotta say it: Mizzzutha – you rock the hizzzooooooouuuuuuse! Joel: Um. Mom. I don’t speak funk. Well, la dee da. Don’t forget who starches the collar on your pink Izod polo, young man!