[about the author]
i actually like speaking in front of large crowds. freakish,
i work crossword puzzles in ink.
i am the american nigella lawson. or maybe the american eddie
izzard. can't decide, really.
i would be a really good mom, but i'm cool with being a really
i am sometimes more perceptive than i would like to be.
i am fiercely loyal. sometimes, stupidly so.
i never play dumb. never.
i am way too hard on myself.
i am a change agent.
i sometimes cross that fine line between assertive and aggressive.
i am not afraid to tell people that i love them.
i am militantly pro-choice.
i am pro-adoption.
i know a little bit about alot of things.
i typically enjoy the company of men more than women.
i am capable of being really mean and nasty, but i fight it.
i am a lifelong cubs fan. do not laugh.
i have been known to hold a grudge.
i have hips.
i am not my sister.
i am lousy at forgiving myself.
i am an indoor kind of gal.
i am a bargain shopper. to the point of obsession.
i am 32 flavors. and then some.
what i would ask is this: wwjs*?
i know it's only tuesday. and i know i'm here in tampa until saturday. but, i gotta tell you: i am pooped.
tossing and turning.
last night, i was almost asleep when i was awakened by the sound of singing.
in the hall.
turns out there's a gospel music convention in town.
and some of them are staying in my hotel.
on my floor.
and they don't turn in early.
i mean, i'm talking about them roaming the halls, singing...something hymnal and praise-laden...at, like, midnight. what, you can't be all amazed by grace at noon?
i'm so punchy already that when placing a lunch order, i pretty much lost it when i saw the following item on the menu:
all i could think of was these little mushrooms, all abused and knocked around.
and i couldn't stop laughing.
not that i think abuse is funny. even if it's just vegetable abuse.
and by "just vegetable abuse" i don't mean to minimize the importance of our vegetable brethern. power to the radish!
yeah. definitely punchy.
and i'm feeling pretty guilty that the class i'm teaching today probably isn't going to leave with a vastly improved skill set. sure, they're entertained, but i don't think there's a great deal of knowledge transfer going on here.
in other news, trying to put together some sort of "wardrobe" for a week isn't really easy when all of your clothes are still in boxes helpfully labeled "clothes". let's just say that i'm not exactly wowing the folks down here with my sartorial prowess.
hmmm...what was this post about, anyway?
*when would jesus sleep?
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