Yesterday I had lunch with my friend Mel, who I haven’t seen in ages. She tossed her bag into the booth, sat down, and promptly said, “Perimenopause is ruining my life.” I laughed and told her how that very morning my friend Carrie posted on Facebook about what a fucking nightmare perimenopause is and how the medical system fails women at this stage in our…
Here’s a thing you should know about me: I’m super cheap. Ridiculously cheap. So cheap that my sisters and my friends frequently tease me about it. I’m not like divide a bill exactly by what everyone ordered + tax kind of cheap. Not, a skip out on ponying up my part of a bill cheap. Or trying to con someone into paying for my stuff…
Right now, Memphis is curled up in the crook of my left arm. It’s 39º outside and I am typing one-fingered. Or, I was, Memphis has moved and joined the other two Kimball Cats upstairs, where it is undoubtedly warmer. I’m going to eat some lunch soon Thai Chicken Wild Rice, I made it last night for CSA Supperclub and now there are leftovers. My…
I don’t know how Sam Wolfson, who is credited on IMDB for writing the Netflix movie “Tall Girl,” identifies. Man? Woman? Non-binary? I’m not sure if the personal details, that Sam is 4’11”, listed on the page are true. What I do know is that “Tall Girl” is one of the worst teen rom-coms I’ve ever seen, and this is coming from someone who totally…
“2019 is not a year on which I shall look back with undiluted pleasure. In the words of one of me, it has turned out to be an annus horribilis” Jodi Chromey ripping off Queen Elizabeth II who had a shitty 1992 when all her kids got divorced and her daughters-in-law were being royal pains in the old lady’s bum. This is eventually going to…
All the first day of school pics. This day, Halloween, and the last day of school are really the only reason to keep Facebook active. Hanging out with my 21-year-old niece before she goes back to Eugene for her senior year of college. I cannot remember the last time just the two of us hung out. I’m also really here for having an empty house…
As previously stated, I’ve been a little salty about The Replacements in general, and their legion of slack-jawed, don’t know other bands exist and women are allowed to make music now too fanboys specifically. Nothing can make you hate something you love like a gob of mindless, uncritical white dudes jizzing thoughtlessly about something. When you have a favorite band you can take their music…
One day you’re twenty-eight-year-old young woman sitting in your shitty apartment in Prior Lake smoking cigarettes and tossing HTML For Dummies on the floor and the next you’re a forty-seven-year-old cranky old goat sitting in your house baking celebratory brownies and wondering exactly how the fuck you’ve been blogging for NINETEEN FUCKING YEARS now. How did this happen? 2019 is the year that math hurts…
The only thing I love more than making soup and eating soup is taking poorly-lit pictures of bowls of soup that I made and will consume soon and posting them on Instagram using the hashtag #soupp0rn. Soup really is the perfect food. It’s warm and frequently delicious. It gives your insides a hug and if you’re feeling lazy it’s an entire meal in one bowl….
If’n you don’t follow every hiccup and burp anyone ever associated with The Replacements emits, this might be news to you, they’re releasing a big box set of songs and a concert centered around their 1989 album “Don’t Tell a Soul” aka to those in the nerd DTAS. The $80 package called “Dead Man’s Pop” includes four CDs, one LP, one cassette, and a hardbound…
