There’s some stuff going on within my family that is private. I can’t give details here. But suffice it to say, it’s rocked my world. And not in a good way. It makes me feel helpful (and hence good) that people can talk to me and tell me what’s going on with them. And I …
the famed Rags O’Muffin letter
Speaking of being flypaper for freaks … this is a letter I wrote on behalf of Rags, my basset hound, many years ago. It was in response to an e-mail I received from Erwin, a dog belonging to a guy named Allen. (It bears mentioning that Rags and I were living with Scott at the …
I am flypaper for freaks.
Witness this e-mail I got today: Please, I loved your picture. But I have a problem. I can not believe that anyone with such a beautiful smile and pleasant look could be so dumb. If Sex is all you want and need, Why did you not say so? PS- Teachers should not be paid. I …
it’s probably time to say something
School started, and I haven’t really come up for air since. For as long as I’ve been functioning in the adult world, I’ve been something of a Super Liz. Nobody knows how (including me!), but while in college, I managed to take an average of 17 credits a semester, work 25-30 hours a week, run …
the funniest text message I have ever sent. seriously.
I didn’t sleep Thursday night. So, a little after 7 a.m., I took two Advil PM and went to sleep for three hours or so. I sent this text message to Derik about 30 minutes before I had to get up: “The advil worked in knocked m me outt! 🙂 now I gave to decide …
I’ve learned, just, *tons* lately
Perhaps the most important lesson I’ve learned in, say, the last 24 hours? Having a steady supply of friends who love theater (especially Shakespeare) is my new project. I shouldn’t have to cast about so desperately for company to see “Taming of the Shrew.” I don’t feel like I’m asking for a lot. Shakespeare is …
sometimes, I get a little fussy.
Like today. Oh, sure. On the whole, it was a great day — one need only look at my swirl of facebook status updates to see that I had a great time driving home … the road trip was its usual mix of amusement and relaxation. Ah, well. On balance, it’s still a marked improvement. …
que me gustan mas…
(Aside: I really don’t know why I’ve been in a “que me gustan” mood lately. I vastly prefer French, but the Spanish version of “what makes me happy” is so way cooler than the French. Y’know?) So. Since I said I was too exhausted to write, I took a bath and finished the novel I’ve …
I’m exhausted
I’d love to elaborate, I really would, but I’m so friggin’ exhausted I can’t even form the thoughts necessary to write the words. I’m not talking physical exhaustion here. I slept well last night. I’m just tired. So tired. Two days out of town is just the unguent I need. Seriously.
Que *me* gustan.
Despite whatever evidence to the contrary may exist here at the good ol’ LizBlog, I’m actually a pretty private person. I work hard to keep my personal and professional lives separate (the Dr. Jones debacle notwithstanding) and let people glimpse the inner Liz infrequently. It’s not that I have secrets, because I really don’t; I’ll …