Thanks to the lovely folks at Mosaic Minds, I am this month's Chick Pick in their "Kindred Spirits" edition. I'm humbled that they found me interesting enough to write about, and thank the ever-talented Beverly for doing such a nice write-up. Check out the entire issue, won't you?
Come on in, take off your shoes, and make yourself at home. I'm a lousy hostess but there's bound to be some snacks around here, somewhere. So, you like? I have been working like a busy busy little beaver with a generous allotment of help from both Jay and Zoot. Go show those two some loooooove because I know I'm feeling it! All of my dreams about moving off of Blogger have become a reality thanks to them! Please change your blogrolls and bookmarks to https://wouldashoulda.com/ and kiss the Blogger site good-bye. I jest. Do not kiss Blogger; it does not deserve your love. Thumb your nose at...
I haven't the heart to embed a pic of myself in the post so that it flashes right up at you when the page loads. Heck; turning the loyal Blog Explosion surfers to stone isn't explicitly stated as grounds for expulsion from BE, but I'm guessing that if word got around, I'd be in trouble. But you all responded so kindly to the pic of just my eyes and specs (although someone said my eyes are brown and I cried because they're hazel and I felt so misunderstood). It became a real personal challenge to figure out how to snap a pic of myself either by stretching my arms or using the mirror. The...
Hey, guess what! It is incredibly difficult to take a picture of oneself if one or more of the following conditions is true: 1) You're a lousy photographer. 2) You have normal-length arms. 3) Your fancy camera has a big-ass zoom lens, thereby assuring that there is no way to get the lens a decent distance from your face. 4) Your fancy camera's LCD display does not swivel so that it can be seen from the other side of the camera, and therefore half the pictures you take are either of the top of your head or your chin. Who knew? I promised a picture of the new specs, and I shall deliver. Too...
About Mir I'm an over-educated, under-appreciated, divorced mom to two. (I used to say that I was "perpetually unemployed," but I am now actually working quite steadily*, which doesn't make for quite as dramatic a self-description, but comes in handy when paying the bills.) I have a lot of "how exactly did I get here?" sorts of moments. Trying to figure out what you want to be when you grow up when you're already into your 30s and two small demanding creatures underfoot assume you know and understand everything can be a daunting task. Sometimes, you've just gotta laugh. (Other times, you've...
I'm back, and I haven't killed anyone. Instead, I drank about twelve cups of coffee. All of today's answers were typed on the ceiling! Let's get to it. Alektra wants to know what music I like. (I am skipping the Monty Python bit, as we've both had it before and you did not specify the breed of swallow or its cargo.) I listen to mostly twangy country music. (Fiction!) Know what happens when you play a country record backwards? The guy gets his wife back, his truck back, his dog back.... I like lots of different kinds of music. Right now I'm listening to lots of REM, Alison Krauss, Dar...
It occurs to me that we haven't done Fact and Fiction Friday for a while. It is also very clear to me that between the grey, rainy day, a couple of very mouthy children, and my continued joblessness, I am in one heckuva crappy mood. So rather than inviting you all to my pity party, let's do some questions. Ask 'em if ya got 'em. You might get to learn something interesting about me, or you might--once and for all--conclude that I am just weird. I'll be back with answers this evening, provided that I manage to restrain myself from killing anyone today. Editing to add this meme from Mindy's;...
We fought the beach, and the beach won. A sandy time was had by all. Monkey and I are still the whitest white people on the planet. (Chickadee has browned up a bit, but Monkey and I are still casting a fierce glare off of ourselves.) The children are now exhausted and "resting" in front of the TV, and I am finishing up your queries rather than looking in the mirror to see how badly burnt I became through the SPF 45 sunblock. Genuine wants to know what we would be writing about, if we were collaborating on a book. "You Too Can Overcome Your Obsession With Nudity," by Genuine as told to Mir...
(Apropos of nothing, I feel compelled to point out that BlogSpot has endorsed me for the position of Shoe Shopping Wife. My banner ads are now for shoe stores! Sweet.) This week's edition may be a bit briefer than usual (I can hear you cheering there, in the back!); the kids and I are getting ready for a jaunt to the beach. That pretty much means that they are busy piling up every toy in the house by the beach bag, and I am sitting here wondering if I remembered to shave. Anyway. Let's get started! Heather asks, what's the most peaceful place I've ever been? This one time? When someone...