I saw Sicko today. I almost didn’t because I wasn’t feeling well. I had an upset stomach and was in some serious pain, but I wouldn’t have missed the movie for the world. Plus, it seemed kind of fitting to feel a little sick while watching Sicko. It helped to emphasize Michael Moore’s point in a strange, sick way. Anyway, it was Moore’s best documentary film by far. It had the right touch of humor throughout the whole thing so…
I had to have my blood taken after my doctor’s appointment on Monday morning, and I still have the bruises on a Thursday evening. That’s just not right. I look like a junkie with tracks all over. I don’t remember ever being this delicate—so easy to bruise, so long to heal. …not to mention so inadequate as vampire bait. I did what is normally done prior to getting blood work done. I fasted for 12 hours, sat at the high…
Here, there, everywhere: 1. Inquisitive interest in others’ concerns destroyed the vital or essential quality of the malicious woman. (4 words) 2. Bring to pass as the one who is speaking or writing expresses in words, not as I perform. (8 words) 3. Warm attachment, enthusiasm, or devotion causes the earthly state of human existence to move on a course well filled out. (6 words) 4. Closely attend your own bowel movement. (4 words) 5. In with respect to a…
The feast or famine nature of freelancing still catches me unprepared every now and then. One day I’m way ahead of the game, ready for the next project, and two days later I’m drowning in work with no time for any of it. Most freelancers see the feast and the famine in terms of work or money—the abundance of either is a feast, while the lack of the same is a famine. For me, I see it more in terms…
When poked in the tummy, says he twice, “Hee, hee, hee, hee! Hee, hee, hee, hee! That tickles!” Then he shakes as he giggles, and he falls off my chest of drawers, onto a pink-pawed giraffe, and into the trash can below. Whee! Share this post: