Bass-Ackwards

    I hate weekends. I know how weird that is, and believe me, it only serves to make me feel like that much more of a weirdo. But I can’t help it.     I’m going positively stir-crazy. This happens to some degree...

If Jung Were a Blogger

    Like so many other bloggers out there, I’ve been desperately searching for ways to increase the number of people who come to my blog every day. My numbers are fine – even fantastic by some standards – but they’re still...

I Feel Like Such a Girl!

    I’ve been feeling pretty sickly, so I’ve spent the day laying in bed and watching Doris Day movies. I feel so incredibly girly, singing along to ‘kay sera sera’ and hoping against hope she’ll finally win over the...

Walk The Line

    This kind of makes me wonder, yet again, at what point will people actually resign themselves to the idea that perhaps it’s not worth the enormous financial cost and the catastrophic risk of human life to rebuild New Orleans exactly where...

Oh How I Wish This Was a Joke

    When I had surgery in February, I was told multiple times by my surgeon that he only used stitches that would dissolve naturally. Joke’s on me, I just found one that’s still there, strong as ever. I know stitches fairly well, and...