Tag: humor

throwback thursdays (vol. 10): is it what you think it is, though?

Today’s TBT post makes me giggle every time I read it. Don’t worry, it’s not nasty or inappropriate…though you might think so! I wrote it as part of my old creative writing group, LFB. Today’s picture is not from that time period, since I have given you many from that same period of time, but is

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wilson meets the bartender (a short one)

Hey y’all. I’ve been MIA the past few days, for which I would like to apologize profusely. I’ll be back tomorrow with more bloggity goodness, and of course there is a pre-scheduled Throwback Thursday post coming up too. This one will be extra special since it’s 9/11 and I decided to repost a 9/11 post

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being in IT does not make me good at computers

As you may know, I work in IT. As in, Information Technology. As in, I should know a little something about computers. Unfortunately, I don’t. When people find out that I work in IT, the first thing they ask is, “Oh, can you help me with this computer problem I’m having” or “Come over and

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wilson’s near death experience

So as I was in Las Vegas recently, and again when I was in Los Angeles even more recently, it occurred to me that I should have brought Wilson. That way I could have done “Wilson Goes to Vegas” or “Wilson Goes Clubbing” blog posts, and they would have been: epic. But I didn’t, so I

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it’s not THAT bad. right? RIGHT?

I’m pretty sure that trying on swimwear is God’s lingering punishment against women for the sins of Eve way back at the beginning of the world. Seriously. The day before I left for Vegas, I found myself without a key piece of vacation wear: a swimsuit. So I (reluctantly) headed to my local department store to

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throwback thursdays (vol. 4): on boogers. oh, and ovaries too

This is one of my favorites not because it’s written exceptionally well (it’s really not), but because every time I read it, I remember this conversation and how funny it was. My son may not appreciate me sharing this with my own small section of the internet, but, well…we’ll deal with that if it happens.

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