Summer Regrets
You can never have it both ways. One year into my platinum toned-silver, then blonde, then salt and pepper hair journey experiment, I began coveting rich browns. I felt washed out, old and bored. So, […]
Mostly Me
Back in the Saddle
It would not be an Orange is the New Black spoiler to say that I'm a Lorna, now that we know her back story. Frighteningly so. Yet it's also reassuring–and bizarrely invigorating–to discover that stalking […]
So Moving
It appears that one of my only non-celebrity stalking successes has come to an end, which means that I'm pretty sure I'm officially single now. At least that's what my Facebook status (the most accurate […]
April
I haven't forgotten about this blog and I definitely haven't forgotten about Bonnie Root (previous here and here–that’s her on a recent Mentalist rerun) or emotional barfing (the Silicon Valley premiere provided a scene, as […]
Shortcuts
I cut my hair again, even though I kind of want to grow it out. It's not that I purposefully keep my hair around chin-length always, it just happens. The point of doing the bleach […]
March
It's still in the 20s here and feels like it has been for a year, but last weekend I got a shock of sleeveless, no-tights weather in Austin. When it hit 80 I started sweating […]
Highlights
Because I think kids raised in the ’70s and ’80s had more freedom than the next bunch, does not mean that I dislike modern times. If it weren’t for apps and social media, I would […]
The Shortest Month
Because I'm middle-aged, I now must have mammograms. Why breast cancer would only strike once you hit 40 is beyond me. It's not something I've ever given any thought to. Heart disease and diabetes are […]
Dreams Can Come True
Last week I had one of those classic teeth falling out dreams, which I never have. The weird part was that my molar and bottom left wisdom tooth (the only one I've had extracted) came out attached to a jawbone made of tightly packed potting soil. It seemed so real because I could even smell the fresh dirt.
Though pretty good facsimiles, these are not my real front teeth.
Yesterday, Sunday, they looked like this. Yes, I'm wearing the same sweater again.
Saturday was no better. Probably worse.
Friday night was a horror–only click if enjoy the grotesque.
Bruised
If a doctor (the kind on TV who would ask probing questions–not my actual doctor, who doesn't) took a look at me in a hospital gown, she would think I was being abused. Both knees, […]