Category: Silly Stuff

Those who know the corporeal me, as opposed to the cyber me, will tell you that I’m a fairly unassuming person.  I’m not at all shy — indeed, I’m quite gregarious in my own social circles — but I’m not someone who will put myself forward.  I don’t like going

Since I’m not blogging today (or probably not) here’s something fun to watch, especially if you need someone to tell you “I love you.” [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GVzJj9Bio5g]

I like dogs, in large part because they are goofy. This is one of my favorite goofy dog moments. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WL6JBGrICzo]

I took a test to determine whether I’m a control freak and it said — surprise! — that I’m not. Take the test and see what you think. I think it asked the wrong questions, confusing control freaks with cranky and arrogant people. Basically, I’m a control freak because, in

I’ve never liked beaches. I don’t like the way sand infiltrates everything and I hate the sticky, burning feeling of salt water on my skin. The fact that, as a child, the beaches we went to often included a windy road that triggered my carsickness only increased my hostility to

I sit home most of the day at my computer staring at tremendously boring legal documents.  To while away my time, I listen to talk radio (through KRLA).  Occasionally, I get exercised enough by what I hear to call in.  Last week, a call to Dennis Prager had him suggesting

I was on the freeway this morning and ended up behind a motorcycle with a side car. In the side car was a woman with luxurious red hair. On the back of the side car was the ubiquitous “Dog is my co-pilot” bumpersticker. I’ve never really gotten this slogan. It’s

I just got a new computer, and I really want to take some time to set it up.  My son has other ideas:  “Mommy, I want you to play with me.  You’re turning into a boring old lady.”  How did he know?

My post on the Geneva Convention got two great comments from Patrick about the phrase "cycle of violence." Be sure to check them out. I seem to have cycles on the brain today. I was driving home from a meeting, struggling to share a narrow road with three bicyclists. To

Many years ago, I had a good laugh watching two young men, dressed in faultless gang attire, run for a bus.  The funny part was that, as they ran, their lowrider pants get lower and lower.  One of them eventually ended with his pants around his ankles.  Undaunted, with the

My vote for best song title ever (with a pretty damn good song attached):  "How could you believe me when I said I love you when you know I've been a liar all my life," from the 1951 movie, Royal Wedding.  Take a minute to check out the lyrics from

The Bookboy, who should long since have been asleep, came into my office in some distress: "Mom, I had a very special key chain.  I put it under my pillow last night, and the Tooth Fairy stole it."  That explains a lot about the many doodads that routinely vanish from

In the weeks leading up to tomorrow's election, I have been completely innundated with annoying pre-recorded phone calls (which confuse the heck out of my kids when they answer the phone) and, even worse, with flyers.  In the few days, Mr. Bookworm and I got over 30 flyers, all multi-page,