Archive for the 'Time Plus Tragedy Equals...' Category
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Appliance Graveyard
I find myself almost entirely unable to function today. Why, you may ask? No, it’s not further sickness or the antics of those goshdarn cute teenagers. It’s because my house has become the appliance graveyard.
The body count so far is a humidifier (that I truly need in order to breathe air on this planet), a [...]
Published by angelawd on December 17th, 2007 tagged Abnormal Motherhood, Time Plus Tragedy Equals... | 8 Comments »
Seven Christmasy Things
Damama tagged me for a meme so long ago that I think she even forgot that I’d do it - but no! I’ve not forgotten! I don’t mind telling you seven personal, very weird things about myself. But because of the snowstorm here in Chicagoland and my desire to be a rebel in all things, [...]
Published by angelawd on December 5th, 2007 tagged Joyful living, Time Plus Tragedy Equals... | 11 Comments »
A sobering truth.
After a week of incredible meals in Charlottesville, I came home and had a conference with my bathroom scale. Then I went downstairs and paraded in front of my husband.
“Check me out,” I said, revolving in front of him. “This is the largest I have ever been in my entire life.” (if you can’t do something [...]
Published by angelawd on November 9th, 2007 tagged Time Plus Tragedy Equals... | 15 Comments »
Inquiring minds want to know, or, “I Would Die 4U”
After a recent post alluded to a broken couch and a fantasy concert incident, I’ve gotten a couple of questions about the situation. There are actually several separate incidents of music and furniture destruction, and I will be glad to share them with you so that you can see my innate dorkiness and rich fantasy [...]
Published by angelawd on October 5th, 2007 tagged Time Plus Tragedy Equals... | 4 Comments »
Don’t Steal My Sunshine
I’m the master of thinking about what I should have said ten minutes after a situation is over. Today was no exception.
After working a restaurant opening event, I ran into the Feed Store to get that specialty food my cats must have to keep them from yakking all over my carpets. There was just one cashier [...]