Nice Things People Have Said About Me Lately
“You make me forget my right from left.” “You’re the poetry queen of the open mic” “Your voice is so calming. I love your delivery. You keep us waiting on your next word.”
If I was single, I’d spend all my mans-hunting time wandering around a home improvement store. I was in Lowe’s sans husband for twenty minutes today and I had 5 different men (employees and non-employees) at my beck and call. I didn’t need to fetch my own cart. I certainly didn’t push the damn thing. I didn’t need to load my own car (I curl twenties [30DS...
try never to be the smartest person in the room. and if you are, i suggest you...– michael dell, university of texas commencement address, 2003 (via partiallycommitted)
I love Modcloth because I think my body is built for vintage dresses, but their prices have gotten insane. $150 for cotton? No thank you. Internet, where do you find your vintage inspired pieces?
Plants. All the plants. Everything is blooming and I’m so excited that we didn’t kill our plant babies. Possible work related bad news that’s just wishy washy enough to make me crazy. Weight training. Running. Trying to walk the balance beam between my feminist ideals of rawr, all ladies are beauty all the time, working on my fitness and hating how I look in piece and...
Ya'll Missed This. Sorry.
Dogs are the best, especially when you’ve had a really bad day. You could make...– (via sfbirdie) We don’t deserve them. (via talix18) I read this to Zach and he said, “That’s not what the Bruno would say. He’d say ‘I have to pee. Give me food.’”
Poetry people are the best people
Tim Seibles introduced me at the reading tonight. He called me a tropical front and a rock star. It was pretty cool. He’s super amazing and talented and he was up there talking nice about me like it ain’t no thing. My favorite thing about poetry is the community. When I email my favorite poets, they email me back. They teach workshops. They follow me on twitter. It’s so...
So Many Wordy Things
Monday- open mic Tuesday-final novel class Wednesday-meeting with poet friend to work on a combination piece (so exciting!) Thursday- Muse reading Friday- memorizing my easiest poem so I can stop reading my performance stuff like a newbie. Somewhere in there-write 4 more poems so I can *sorta* win 30 in 30, blog, send out my May submissions. I’ve been doing a lot of work related writing...
Last Night In Old Married People Land
Zach and I discussed more landscaping options over wings and beer. We talked seriously, using the words “water feature” and “trellis,” and decided on planting some red currants next to the garage. I waxed poetic about making our own jam and our increased curb appeal. Then the band started and we left the bar because it was too loud.
Lidia's Italy in America
Literally the only cooking show I can stand any more. Even though most of the stuff she makes I’d never eat. She’s just such a cute old broad.
I have a problem
I can’t let a Friday night transpire without doing laundry and drunk baking. It’s becoming my thing.
I just feel most like myself in gold lame. I don’t think there’s anything wrong...– Rachel Zoe (via thedailycourtney) Gold lame is a thing I loved when I was 8 and have since given up. Maybe if Rachel Zoe is on board I can get away with it before I’m 80.
I just finished watching Bully and now I want to scoop up all the children and take them somewhere where everything is soft and nothing hurts. Somewhere like the I Dream of Jeanie lamp with lots of pillows and ice cream on demand. I want to protect them from themselves.
My husband, on Christenings
Shaba: Will you let me put a bonnet on our baby? Zach: If it’s a girl baby. Shaba: Boy babies can wear a bonnet at a christening. Zach: Whenever someone says christening in reference to a baby it makes me think we’re going to break a bottle of champagne over its head. Shaba: *Laughing* Zach: If it doesn’t break it’s bad luck and your baby’s gonna sink.
I made this thing from Pinterest and it was pretty...
Conversations With My Husband
Zach: I want to eat you like a candy bar. This is one of his favorite phrases. I usually ignore him, because, really. Shaba: What kind of candy bar would I be? Zach: Probably a lame one. Like a Kit-Kat.
But the 8-hour workday is too profitable for big business, not because of the...– Your Lifestyle Has Already Been Designed (via littlemiss)
Shaba vs. Various Southern Bugs, Chapter Eleventy...
The only high point in this war called “Spring In A Southern State,” is that going to Home Depot for Insert Bug Here killer feels like sharpening my battle axe.
I wish the dog had thumbs and the ability to understand more than a dozen words. You stay here rent free, at least refill the drinks.
November 2012 June 2010
Lies To Tell My Future Children
The ice cream man only plays music when he’s out of ice cream. Christmas is December 30th. If it’s not on sale, it’s not for sale. Your pet hamster looks different because we “washed” him.
We spent all weekend landscaping
Plus I have four loads of laundry to fold. I’ve been ignoring it since Friday night, hoping a magical folding fairy would come in the night. But it’s just sitting there, leering at me, gossiping to the dishes in the sink.
You will be stupid. You will worry your parents. You will question your own...– Ira Glass (via thatkindofwoman)
My husband has decided that this summer is going to be The Summer of Landscaping. We start mulching tomorrow. I’m strangely excited about it. Now I’m hoping this fall can be The Fall of Kitchen Remodeling. Spend All The Monies! I bought a big girl long form blog I’m jazzed about, so I’ll not be posting here as much. Inbox me if you’d like a link (saying “Inbox...
I get back to working on my fitness and I start clean eating.
Reeled Back In
She left for college with a fish hook in her uterus; a victim of a small town.
The end of my oh-so-long two day work week. Don’t hate me cuz you ain’t me. Our G-unit bosses treated us to after work drinks. I was professional and stuck to one beer. A few people though, woohoo, they were getting after it. Book club meeting tonight. This is the first time in my book club history that I failed to read the book. I’m glad we’re not a Very Serious Book...
Now that Irish Christmas is over I’ll be starting a more structured gym/diet routine. I could start tomorrow, but why punish the weekend like that. We had cheese and kielbasa for dinner. I cut it up and serve with fancy mustard in the living room with a candle and ta-da, I’ve just turned lazy into fancy weeknight picnic fare. Two friends had babies in the last week and their cute...
“Listen, can I tell you something? Listen, no listen, I have to tell you something really serious. You you listening? You’ve got really pretty hair. No, that’s not it. Wait. What was I saying? Oh forget it. Another round barkeep!”
Anonymous asked: Do you plan on having kids? In regards to your last post.