Did Q even read the post I wrote a few weeks ago crying over my POS laptop? I think he may have missed that one, but he most definitely got to see the laptop first-hand over New Year’s weekend. Food stains, loose keys, missing keys, no memory, all bootleg crazy. It looked so bad, I think Q…
Tag Archive: Ehren
if you loved me, you’d send sushi
Besides missing Ehren, who’s been gone eight days now, and being generally bummed about my employment situation, I’m blaming this current malaise on you. Well, I am if you’re completely happy with your life right now and offering those stupidly sunny Facebook updates. Not if you’re neither of those. I’ve become much better at accepting…
my children have been complaining about me
Some of their complaints have merit, some don’t. Our little family is like the customer service counter at Walmart: we’ll take anything back and will find a way to write it off. And, like Walmart customer service, our family is run by a middle-aged black lady who likes her job well enough, but probably didn’t…
the strangest urge to write
But then I took another sip of my coffee, and the feeling passed. My confidence as a short story writer took a knock-out punch about six years ago, and I never recovered. Tonight, sitting on my bed after a day of holiday shopping and while watching Care Bears to the Rescue, a few characters tried…
stop kickin’ me, Man: the end of #NaBloPoMo 2011
Why is the Lowenbrau song going through my head? “Here’s to good friends Tonight is something special The beer will pour. Must say something more somehow…” Wait right there. That’s the thing. I don’t have to say anything more anyhow. This is it. No more fishing Ehren’s foot out of the small of my kidneys…
#NaBloPoMo is making me hate my blog
Not really. I just hate having to come up with 30 titles for 30 posts. Q is here! Our family had a hot breakfast for the first time in forever and, since it’s been five years since he started making hot breakfast for us, 10-year-old Jon Alex is finally old enough to do the breakfast…
I was waiting until I had gathering photos to post, then said aw, forget it
I don’t even think I’m taking my big camera this year to my mom’s. It needs cleaning and repair and a little extra loving. So I’m sending it home with Q this weekend. You didn’t know we also share custody of our most expensive doo dad, did you? Do people still say doo dad? I…
