Angst

Yet Another Way to Give

Okay, now that I’ve gotten the Johnson Venom (as Woody calls it – funny, because I am probably the only venomous Johnson in my family, and I am only a Johnson by marriage) out of the way for the day, I post this link to The Pioneer Woman’s blog. She is donating ten cents to Haiti for every comment she… Read more →

Dear Pat Robertson

“I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.” Matthew 25:40 I guess you missed this line. Yes. Yes, i did just bust out the scripture. I saw it on my friend Melanie’s blog, Big Mama, along with a discussion of the Haitians she met while doing… Read more →

Purple-Haired, Angst-Ridden Dogwood Girl

I so wish this post included a photograph. I just realized that I still get a sick enjoyment out of thinking about the twisted up feeling of being twenty years old and purple-haired, all heartbroken and angry and listening to that guitar in Nirvana’s “Aneurysm.” Not sure what that’s all about. I was just editing some .NET tests, listening to… Read more →

Happy Place

I don’t mind the weather I’ve got scarves and caps and sweaters I’ve got long johns under slacks for blustery days I think that it’s brainless to assume That making changes to your window’s view Will give a new perspective So, yeah, the anxiety is getting me down, and I feel like I’m in a rut. So, we’re going to… Read more →

Peace and Joy and Stinky Polyester Santa Suits

One of the great things about being an adult at Christmas is seeing pictures like this one of my nephew. Pictures of babies bawling on Santa’s lap.  Nothing says, “Peace and Joy” like children terrified of creepy guys in smelly old polyester santa suits!?? I didn’t have time to fool around with resizing the photo (deadlines yo!), but it had… Read more →

Because It Makes Me Feel Better

So, my sister married a Gator. I have not really forgiven her, but I have moved past the pain. Florida beat Georgia again. Did I say I moved past the pain? I lied. That is why, when my nephew comes over, wearing a damn Florida blue outfit with Gator orange socks, (which, incidentally, is the same dork outfit my bil… Read more →