Pop Culture Court Jester
Pamie.com calls herself a “Pop Culture Princess” and she totally deserves that title. I, on the other hand, am the opposite. Dont get me wrong, I love Pop Culture. I watch Reality TV, I read my Entertainment Weekly cover to cover, I listen to Ryan Seacrest’s AT Top40, I even read Dean Koontz. Here is the problem: my tastes in ALL things related to “entertainment” suck ass. For real. I am not saying that I thought Gigli should have won an Oscar, or... Read More
So I Write.
Today has been a wacked out day. Shit has been going wrong all day, and I have been torn between tears and rage all day long. Then, I take my son to his soccer practice and I decide to try to shut up the emotions by reading the latest issue of Entertainment Weekly. All goes well until I read Stephen Kings article at the end. What follows is the entry I savagely scribbled after I read the article. This one, not quite typical for this here blog. I SWEAR, but it was one I had to... Read More
Dear Coffee Jerkholes,
Yeah – so this entry has NOTHING to do with how cold it is in my office, but its important nonetheless. So I titled the entry as such. It is actually about the Coffee Jerkholes. I have been a coffee drinker since high school. I used to drink it black, because I didnt know there were options. Somewhere along the way I tried cream and sugar, and LIKED it. Then, I discovered flavored syrups and flavored creamers – yum. However, the trend of popular coffee consuption... Read More
Tales of a Guilt-Ridden and Emotionally Unstable Mother
Oh Lord. I am so freakin’ glad its Friday. I am NOT however, glad its a “Driving LilZ to see his Dad in another STATE” Friday. LilZ has been grounded all week. FOR REAL Grounded, not the Mamsy-Pamsy-Groundin’ I usually do where I get SOOO worried he’ll hate me that I spend the entire Grounding Cycle trying to entertain him. Now — of course I can not force the grounding to stick while he is at his Dads in Georgia, so he gets a “free weekend”... Read More
Growing Up Zoot, and the Trail of Lost Treasures.
I lost everything as a child. And no, I dont mean that in a “Tragedy hit and all my worldly possessions were lost in the blink of an eye – woe is me” kind of way. I mean it in a “I dont remember where I put it” or a “I put it somewhere so obscure there is no hope of me recoverring it” kind of way. It started in 1982 during the World’s Fair in Knoxville, TN. I remember little about the World’s Fair, being that I was only... Read More
