And all the other things that suck about being a chick. I thought about this as I struggled to wiggle out of a sweaty sports bra the other day. After a 5 mile run, trying to free my chest from the clutches of elastic and cotton/nylon blends of torture can require almost more energy than…
If you’re a theatre-type person, you have probably, at some point, read, seen, or even performed the lil’ comedy by Chrostopher Durang known as “The Actor’s Nightmare” in which some sad schmo (how the hell do you spell schmo anyway?) finds himself the star of a play he has no knowledge of (I am aware…
No, no – I’m not singing that crappy Paula Abdul song made even crappier by a horrible video with an animated cat – I’m referring to my on-going, everlasting, never ending struggle with my weight. Except instead of “2 steps forward,3 steps back” it’s “lose 3 lbs, gain 5 lbs back.” Seriously – WTF? When…
It never fails, that tart Mother Nature reels us in with a few warm days (it was 70 degrees on Monday, 70! I got sunburnt!) We start thinking about summer dresses and sitting on the porch enjoying a drink…then bam! she gives us the cold shoulder. It is supposed to snow this week – snow,…
That’s just my juvenile acronym for the IRS…it sucks, really. Though I refer to myself as a SAHM (another acronym = stay-at-home-mom), I juggle 4 jobs (and I’m not counting motherhood as one of them). Most of these jobs are contracted work, so I’m considered self-employed. Which means I don’t pay taxes, or social security,…
Melonie Johnson 