Posts by author: Mush
In which I blog more because it’s time than because I have anything to say. I got my hair cut and colored after work Thursday night. It’s got honey blonde highlights and medium brown lowlights and it’s been cut into layers and it feels great. I also got the shit waxed out of what had […]
In which I bitch. Fuck yeah weekends. Work changed my schedule three weeks ago when someone quit without notice; I’m now working 8 – 5 instead of 9 – 6. Adjusting my schedule by a single hour in the month of October literally kicked my ass and yes, I still loathe waking up before full […]
In which there are quotes from some favorite non-fiction in my library. The truth is that we are all inclined to flatter ourselves – despite our daily experience to the contrary – that we spend our time thinking logical, consecutive thoughts. In fact, most of us do no such thing. Consecutive thought about any one […]
In which I have too much shit again. It has come to my attention that I do not like to own too many things. It just bugs me when I have more stuff than I can interact with in any given year. This may be my real nature, or it may be the result of […]
In which I write a post about fucking JARS because clearly I want to die alone. I’m sure you’ve heard me praise the cuppow, which is merely a piece of plastic that turns a jar into a go-cup: And you’ve probably seen my Mason jar pinterest board (which exists because I’m a fucking ‘tard). I […]
In which I’m glad to be back at work where it’s quiet. On Friday, my maternal grandmother turned 90. The entire family descended upon the house to celebrate. This is many, but by no means all, of them: (I appear to be related to a bunch of white people.) (This never ceases to surprise me, […]
In which there’s sunshine and horse chestnuts in the alley behind the house. The full saddlebags make my bike’s shadow look like a monster! Rrrrrr!
In which I no longer have any choice but to self-identify as middle-aged. I’ll be 44 on the 29th of this month. I feel mature, but I do not feel like an adult… whatever that means. I still feel like an idiot high school kid every time I’m startled awake by an alarm clock. I […]
In which there’s a trip to Spokane to play Knitting Factory, a really huge venue with a green room and private dressing rooms and a VIP lounge and everything. There was zero knitting. I made thirty bucks.
In which I spend too much goddamned time with the band. The Ilwaco blues & seafood festival booked us on Friday night this year, so I took the day off from work and was standing, dressed and packed, on the front porch at nine-thirty in the morning as I’d been asked. Rob didn’t bother showing […]
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