I lost three pounds sitting in church this morning. This is the second time we have attended this particular church, and both times it’s been outrageously packed. It’s definitely time for an expansion, but for now they are sticking with four services every Sunday. Anyway, all that to help paint the picture of it being very cramped in the building. Sardine style. We walk in with our uber cute coats on because, hello, we are still living in Virginia in the …

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Man. I am so exhausted from working 27 whole hours in one week. This employment thing, I’m not so sure I’m diggin’ it. Oh wait – maybe I’m exhausted from the stomach virus I caught while working 27 hours last week. Yeah, that makes more sense, I suppose. Luckily, it squeaked in (ok, it so didn’t “squeak,” but squeak sounds much more feminine and tolerable than what was actually happening to my body) just after my brother left from a weekend stay in the very …

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If you have hair growing out of your scalp, and you do not happen to have a penis, you’re going to want to nominate me for sainthood when I tell you what I’ve been doing for the good of my family.
For the past three weeks, I’ve been living life sans blow dryer. I know. I’ll give you a minute to process the shock and admiration of it all. It was a truly risky move considering how it’s coinciding with my …

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Let’s talk a little bit about what is not on the top of my list of Ways to Spend My Days of Unemployed Bliss Delirium:
Listening to Dr. Oz talk about blackheads accompanied by full screen, close-up images
Putting Bryson into a full nelson every time someone walks by the front door to try and stop him from barking like a rabid pit bull
Applying to mysterious “writer” jobs on Craigslist that turn out to be reviewing adult web sites. It’s a whole new …

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I shouldn’t be telling you this. I should be closing down my web browser, shutting off my computer, and taking Bryson for a long walk in the snow-turned-sludge. But we just got our internet hooked up at Casa Noa and I cannot pull myself away from its back-lit, one-click-away deliciousness.
So apparently there are these things called doppelgangers. And somehow they slept with somebody that makes really important decisions and they got their own Doppelganger Week. At least that’s what Facebook tells me. …

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