Monthly Archives: May 2010

I know few of you will be surprised at all by that. Steve was a packrat. I had it in my head that he was a bit of a packrat, but I think the past year of cleaning out his … Continue reading →

I bought a chocolate bar from a manufacturer I’d never heard of–Chuao. It appears it is supposed to be pronounced “Chew-Wow” based on a little ad inside the packet. And wow is right. Dark chocolate with panko breadcrumbs and sea … Continue reading →

Horseradish and Cheddar, by Herr’s. My god. It’s like the people at Herr’s were just sitting around, wondering how to make the perfect Julie chip, and then they made them, and then they decided that to torment me they would … Continue reading →

My niece informs me that she has been told by a local historical society person that my house contains (dum dum DAAAA!) a secret door! The theories were that it was an Underground Railroad house or a bootlegging house. Since … Continue reading →

Spamming jackasses. Grr. GRR! Don’t view the “See who is looking at your profile” application. It will spam your friends. Lodge a complaint. Kick someone in the shins. Eat your broccoli.

… when I tried to read The Tenant of Wildfell Hall. You’ve probably seen it, but if not, watch!

It was the Target parking lot. 6-something pm. Partly sunny. I pulled into a parking spot and was just listening to the tail end of an NPR report. A dog sat in the back window of the car opposite me. … Continue reading →

I went to the grocer yesterday, came home, quickly started dinner because I was hungry, and forgot to put the groceries away. I had to throw away quite a lot of chicken. I have developed a head-slapping dance as a … Continue reading →

I used to cook quite a lot and enjoyed making experimental recipes. I’ve definitely fallen down on the job when it comes to cooking lately, but the urge has returned in a big way. Hurrah! This week, I hope to … Continue reading →

There was an insect in my office. I don’t really know what sort it was. It buzzed. It was shaped like a wasp, but striped like a bee. I’ll call it a basp. There isn’t any way to get a … Continue reading →