In which these are the details, as they’re currently known, of the upcoming barn party & jam. Who: The Ex He’s throwing a big barn party out at the farm – with food and beer and music and a gigantic bonfire – before the weather gets too hot and buggy. What: Huge barn party… with […]
In which it was the best time I’ve ever had outdoors in the Midwest! Yesterday I traveled the Mississippi on a pontoon boat with some friends. I got a sunburn. I’d been wearing sunglasses all day, so today I look like a raccoon. The skin on my cheeks, forehead, and nose is bright red and […]
In which it’s so sweet, the weather is! This morning (and by ‘morning,’ you should understand that I mean ‘early afternoon’), I went to the gas station and bought the Sunday Des Moines Register. Then I came home and, in my Indian cotton wrap-around skirt and purple built-in bra tank top that AmmZon gave me […]
In which The Ex has a great idea. When The Ex dropped Truck off after work tonight, he said, “So I’ve been meaning to ask you something. I don’t know how you’re gonna take this, but–” “Sure,” I said, “Go ahead.” “Well, I’m thinking about having a big party,” he said, looking at me intently […]
In which I go on a wild little trip! On St. Pat’s we got all riled up and decided for no good reason whatsoever to go to the casino. It’s less than an hour away, and we had sober drivers, so off we went — at one-thirty in the morning! It was a strange idea […]
In which today is a silly holiday. Silly. So silly. So, I’m Irish. I have some Irish blood, at any rate, but my family never observed any notable Irish behaviors. Anyway, St. Patrick’s Day is just a weird holiday, the way it’s celebrated here. Green beer, and adults punching one another if they don’t spot […]
In which I make the best of it. I stopped for gas on the way out of town, and in spite of my nice interview clothes I took a look underneath the jeep. The exhaust has rusted out. Parts of it are hanging down all over the place, and so I called and canceled my […]
In which there’s food and drink. My girl Raybo texted me last night and asked me what I was doing. I texted back that I was doing nothing. (Which wasn’t exactly true. I was sitting on my bedroom floor in my pajamas, winding a ball of sock yarn.) She replied that she’d like to take […]
In which it turns out that complaining does do you some good. Yesterday I felt all shitty and marginal and rejected and sorry for myself, so I wrote a big old whiny post about it. Within an hour of posting I’d had two heartfelt private emails and a long IM conversation aimed at helping me […]
In which NLW cracks me all the fuck the way up. The Ever-Handsome Mr J was out of town last night, so NLW called me and took me out to dinner at Pizza Hut. I love that about her. We talked about me, then we talked about her. Then we bought cranberry juice and chocolate […]
