Posted in September 2012

Stop the Presses! I Mean, Don’t Stop the Presses!

I’m freaking out, everybody! ….as opposed to, “I’m freaking out everybody!” Note the importance of a well-placed comma, as opposed to the errant comma I left in my Freshly Pressed post, “Oh, Please Do Tell Me About What You’re Not Selling.” Very similar to the more familiar, “Let’s eat, Grandpa,” vs. “Let’s eat Grandpa” example. … Continue reading

Food Post! Food Post!

See? As previously mentioned, I’m enthusiastic right now. In this case, I’m enthusiastic about the kickass food I have prepared for myself today. Breakfast, meh. Your basic egg sandwich: egg, whole-wheat bread (toasted), and a shmear of cream cheese (in this case Tofutti). So what. But LUNCH! I made this collard green dish I found … Continue reading

Call the Doctor–I Feel Fine

The past few days I have been traipsing through foreign territory. In other words, I’ve been in an unflappable, go-with-the-flow, relaxed and happy mood. I’ve felt like I’ve been firing on all cylinders. Today I’m even typing with more speed and accuracy than usual. My brain has been practically buzzing with ideas and my emotions … Continue reading

Tiffany, Have Joaquin Bring the Car ‘Round

Brad and I have been fantasizing lately about having a maid, a butler, and a driver. I think we’re the perfect people to employ household help. In other words, we’re lazy. The only thing missing is some family money for us to fritter away. Damn glitches! I’m not sure what Brad would have the butler … Continue reading

…And a Liter o’ Cola

This evening, after much deliberation, I drove across our tiny town to the local Safeway to get Brad and me a couple of their delicious deli sandwiches for dinner. Surprisingly, the deli counter wasn’t busy at all. The woman working there took my order, which was straight off the very basic menu board, and started … Continue reading

Help Wanted

I’m so hungry right now I think I could eat a horse…radish. But everything I can think of that’s the least bit appetizing is also labor-intensive. I’ve decided that vegan dining would be a lot easier if I had someone to prepare my meals for me. Ellen and Portia, can I borrow your chef on … Continue reading

New Meaning of “Killer Workout”

See this? That’s the handlebar of my “new” stationary exercise bike getting ready to sock me in the boob, or face, or some other upper-body location it’s not supposed to be touching. A few days ago I started hunting around for an exercise bike to use while I’m watching TV as a lower-impact way to … Continue reading