by webdev | Jul 26, 2013 | Current (crazy) events, My (forced) reinvention, My bat-shit crazy divorce, Writer Chick
What are you looking at? Yeah, that’s right. You. Right there. I see you, with that perplexed look on your face. That furled brow. That “who-the-Methuselah is this baby, and why am I getting an email from this person I had practically forgotten even...
by webdev | Apr 8, 2012 | I heart symbols, My bat-shit crazy divorce
Alternate title: If a Brick Falls on an Unsuspecting Wife in a Happy Marriage, Does it Make a Peep? Just a teeny-weeny post today to say Happy Easter to those who celebrate…and to simply say “‘sup” to those who don’t. Cuz that’s how...
by webdev | Feb 14, 2012 | Current (crazy) events, I heart symbols, My bat-shit crazy divorce
Here we go: I’m bracing myself for the onslaught of hate email calling me out for being all bitter and jaded and whatnot…but there is a plain and simple truth I must share on this most glorious of puke-inspiring love-infested days. I fucking hate Valentine’s...
by webdev | Jan 26, 2012 | I heart symbols, My bat-shit crazy divorce
You’ve all seen ’em before: The “What’s Your (fill-in-the-blank) Name” games that make their rounds on Facebook and throughout the vast social media-sphere (media-verse? media-laxy?). And really, they’re annoying. If by “annoying” I mean...
by webdev | Jan 12, 2012 | Current (crazy) events, I heart symbols, My bat-shit crazy divorce, Wine and/or Diet Coke. 'Nuff said.
Here we are: The beginning of awards season. People’s Choice last night, Golden Globes this weekend, and then it’s onto the Oscars. Yet I haven’t even expressed gratitude for the shiny new awards lining my own virtual shelves. I can’t even begin to tell you all how...
by webdev | Dec 30, 2011 | Current (crazy) events, I heart symbols, My bat-shit crazy divorce, Wine and/or Diet Coke. 'Nuff said.
Here’s an honest-to-God postito, friends … just to check in and share some pix that made me smile. I have to say, I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so much in my life as I have this holiday season. And the truly odd part: I wasn’t even...
