please, to soothe my Christmas creep-battered, soul, post a picture of that good pooch

Pretty sure even I was wearing ripped jeans and flannel back then, and I was an infant

Crap, I actually kinda dig that ring! I’m not going to pay $60 for it or anything, but I’m a sucker for the juxtaposition of delicate, feminine aesthetics with understated implications of ferociousness. Like so:

He was even nice to Angela. I don’t think anyone else was.

Teach high school in a major city. I always wanted to be an academic. Thought I’d teach Lit or American Studies at a major university. However, teaching HS pays me over 80 grand and I get the summers off, so I got over it.

This horrifies me, as a dog lover & pit bull mom. I find the maltreatment this breed suffers heartbreaking. Posting a pic of pup and me just because.

I finished a cross stitch:

So here’s something I SHOULD be happy about instead I’m bummed. Today I did my gym’s DRI-TRI - a 2000M row, 300 body weight exercises and then a 5K run. I’ve been working out there regularly for 7 months and wanted to see my progress. Well, I of course was the fattest one there and also the last one to finish. I was…

Holy shit and congrats, DIY is so rewarding

I am about to lay the flooring in my front room- BY MYSELF. I pulled all the carpet last week. (Also by myself) . I will be glad when this project is done.

It is a truly incredible museum—I happened to go one Sunday with a friend who’d managed to snag tickets, and it was just amazing. Getting to see an entire museum dedicated to people who look like me and my family, and getting to see how rich and full and detailed it was...wow.

No such word as “aluminium” exists in American English. But we certainly say “aluminum” correctly.

If you loathe the 0.01%, the too big to fail banks, wall street, and the rest of that circle and the wealth inequality and more that central banking backing up fractional reserve banking drives then you should be on Andrew Jackson’s side. 

My uncle Billy is still under the produce section of a Stop and Shop after a tragic slip and fall.

Only four nice ones, anyway.

In his head it probably played out like a movie with Ms Bro stopping the funeral and telling everyone to be quiet so they could all huddle around the phone adoringly listenening to Trump

I am not a parent, but I recently discovered the joys, as a lady, of humongous beach hats. I look like I’m 80 years old in the 1950s, but I don’t care. My face and shoulders haven’t been burned since I invested $15 at Nordstrom Rack into this giant fucking hat. It’s amazing.