by Mir | Jan 28, 2006 | It's not a regret, it's an "experience"
Sometimes you have to look a bit deeper to really understand a word’s true meaning in context. In this case, I don’t so much mean “fond” as “horrified,” but it’s an irony thing, you see. We writers do that, sometimes. We say...
by Mir | Jan 27, 2006 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
(Special! Bonus! Friday! Mini-entry!) Me: Hey buddy, I hear you got a time out at recess. Monkey: … yeah… Me: Wanna tell me what happened? Monkey: No thank you! Me: Yeah, um, it’s not really optional. Chickadee: Yeah, Monkey, that was a returgical...
by Mir | Jan 26, 2006 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
In case you haven’t noticed, The Sarcastic Journalist gave birth to a scrumptious little boy this week. I want to bury my nose in his little neck folds and breeeeeeathe for a while. Stop looking at me like that. Go tell her congratulations and pretend I...
by Mir | Jan 26, 2006 | Forget talk; walk the walk!
I just got back from a meeting to discover that I have officially crested the $3,000 mark. In case you’re interested, I’m currently in second place overall for funds raised for the Boston event. Thank you all so much; it means more to me than I can say...
by Mir | Jan 25, 2006 | Health is overrated
Are we sick of talking about my breasts yet? It’s an epidemic, spreading like wildfire. My rack is the new bird flu. Seriously. My father called me on the phone this evening and we had an entire discussion about my boobs, including–as Dave Barry would say,...
