WARNING: LANGUAGE Rissa was snuggled into her bed. I was lying beside her. From the main floor we heard David: “BLAAAAARGH!!!!!! SON OF A FUCKING BITCH!!! ARGH!! FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!” Followed by “I’m FINE!. FUCK!!! I’M FINE!“ David stomp, stomp stomps back up the stairs. “Grumble, grumble, grumble…” “What happened?” I asked, maintaining a straight face….
THERE WILL BE ADULT LANGUAGE IN THIS POST Every girl experiences it. Asshole Douchebaggery. Behaviours that change the way a gal sees the world of potential romantic interests. It happened to me when I was 18. I had a string of bad luck. First there was “Kevin the Asshole.” We met doing summer musical theatre…
Looks so innocuous, doesn’t it? Our laundry/bathroom is on our main floor. We have two doors leading into it, one from the back hall and one from the back staircase.* There are occasions where I might bound into the room from either direction. Did you know that you can slip, in your bare feet, when…
I have a tendency to get distracted. Like today, when I was making very healthful (HAH!) nachos for my lunch. I walked away from the oven when I was broiling. This is a mistake. ‘Cause THIS is what happened. Nothing like a little oven fire to get the angina started. I once melted the bottom…
So I was on the streetcar and subway during rush hour not too long ago and I made a fantastic discovery. I wasn’t terrified!!! These modes of public transportation were jam-packed with people and I wasn’t headed for a panic attack. Many people have a fear of crowds. Mine stems from when I was 16…
I wasn’t awake enough when I was reading the news this morning. I read this: “Turkey on edge as Syria widens offensive” and all I could think of was turkeys threatening to jump off the ledge of a building. Which of course brought to mind the WKRP episode where they have a ‘turkey drop’ from…
WARNING: FEMININE GROOMING IS DISCUSSED! Why, oh why, oh why can we women not be happy with our bodies? Why do we obsess over details that other people don’t even notice? Yesterday, on the drive back from Toronto, what did I notice? My arm hair. Of course looking at it now in the light of…
I am a medical mystery. “Oh the medical mystery tour, they’re trying to make me okay… trying to make me okay…” You ever feel glad when the doctors tell you bad news? Like when finally someone says “Oh yeah, your thyroid is completely screwed,” there’s this weird release of stress with the bad news? Kind…
WARNING: THERE IS ADULT LANGUAGE/CONTENT IN THIS POST!! IF YOU DON’T BLANCH AT THE WORD ‘FUCK’ – FEEL FREE TO READ ON. IF YOU CAN’T SAY THE ‘F’ WORD – I’D STOP IF I WERE YOU. I’ve been brash, bodacious and lived with bravado most of my life. While in Theatre at the University of…
Meatloaf vs Meatloaf Rissa: “Is ‘Meatloaf’ – Meatloaf’s actual name?” David: “No, I don’t think so.” Rissa: “That’s good ’cause that would be really unfortunate – it would be like naming your kid brussels sprout or candlestick.” *** “Wait! Wait! You go to my room, but don’t go on the bed. Stand by the… stand…