This Sunday is the Superbowl. The Steelers vs. some other team. You can tell who I’m rooting for: la And I’m not the only one… la And finally, to show you just how far reaching Steelers Nation is…the Terrible Towel…in space. Advertisements
Something’s been going around like the plague. If you got it, you know what I’m talking about. You kind of hoped it wouldn’t happen to you–you saw all of your friends get it but you held out hope. And then it happened. You got tagged in that “list 25 things about yourself” note on Fbook.… Continue reading It seems I can’t avoid this
…but I didn’t want to leave you hanging. So take a gander at this chick: Yes. Those ARE high heels she’s wearing in the snow. Yes. She most likely IS missing brain cells. Like I tweeted to Matt, “i kept hoping she would fall. why not pack the heels and wear boots? or at least… Continue reading It’s snowing and I’m busy…
It’s supposed to snow today. Heavy. And it’s supposed to last until tomorrow. And I don’t care. News like this would have thrilled me in my younger years. It would have meant a 2-hour delay or even better, a snow day. It would have meant watching the news at night in the hopes that they’d… Continue reading What’s the point of a blizzard if I’m not getting a day off?
Saturday Rachel and I were assaulted. Twice. By unnecessary (and gross) public displays of affection. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate P.D.A. Boo’s planted one on me in an empty aisle at Target or while we’re waiting for the subway. And don’t talk to me about the goodbye kiss at the train station. That… Continue reading Daytime vs. nighttime P.D.A., or, my day with the Disgustingtons
For those of you who may just be stumbling on this site, click here to read about what I’m doing. 5 cents for every comment on every new post b/w November 12 and February 20, up to $100. I’m not counting pingbacks or my own comments either. I’ve decided to switch things up a bit. … Continue reading THON Update: 1/21-1/25
When I was a junior in high school I got my first real job. Well, “real” according to The Man…don’t try and tell me that babysitting 3 boys (all under 6) and a dog isn’t real work. I worked at Bruegger’s Bagel Bakery and it was the best. Yes, the hours sometimes sucked (6am Saturday… Continue reading The bagel pouch