Growing up, my family always rang in the New Year with shrimp chop suey, egg rolls, and Times Square on TV. It’s a tradition I remember fondly every NYE despite where I am, what I’m doing, and who I’m with. About 12 years ago, I opened a fortune cookie after one of those meals and [...]
After yesterday’s difficult and vulnerable admission of a huge character flaw, I thought it might be good to remind myself that I don’t totally suck at life (you know, so I don’t fall into, oh…an ocean of self-pity). If this were the nineteenth century, I’d probably list things like playing the pianoforte, needlepoint, and matchmaking. [...]
So, I’m kinda bad with money. Okay, I am. And what better time to talk about it than on Tax Day? Things have been extraordinarily tight around here lately, not because I broke down and bought that damn Banana Republic trench coat that teases me relentlessly (you bastard!), but because I owe a lot of [...]
My ex is creeping- has crept- into my blogging network. He’s a regular visitor on any number of sites on my blogroll and yours, posts comments on them, requests adding to blogrolls, even doles out shout outs from time to time. Yes ladies, he can be very charming and charismatic- even in cyberspace it appears. [...]
Here’s an interesting little factoid I came across recently as cited in Advice From A Single Dating Expert: “Ordinary looking men whose picture is in the median in attractiveness would have to make $143,000 more than a guy in the 90th percentile in order to have the same success [with women]. Similarly, a 5′ 6″ [...]
“…Back to school. Back to school. I got my lunch packed up, my boots tied tight, I hope I don’t get in a fight. Ohhhh, back to school. Back to school. Back to school. Well, here goes nothing….” (come on, you know what that’s from, don’t you?) Tomorrow morning when I wake up, it will [...]
Blue Laws. Have you heard of them?I hadn’t until a week or so ago. Apparently, they’re all the rage in the southern, church-going, praise Jesus, save your soul kinda states. Apparently, it means you can’t buy socks. Or DVDs. Or a hammer. At least that’s what happened to my parents one Sunday as they sifted [...]
