Monthly Archives: September 2007

Not if you’re looking for a spouse or the love of your life and you’re over sixteen. According to this article in the Post-Gazette called Match Game, the only people in Pittsburgh who don’t have trouble dating are under 21 … Continue reading →

I can’t say I’m having a mid-life crisis because I’m only thirty-eight and I’m quite sure I’ll live to be one hundred, but certainly I’ve burned more than a third and a quarter pf my days so let’s just say … Continue reading →

We had to put Max to sleep yesterday and though I’m happy she is no longer in pain, the utter silence left in her absence is mind-jarring. From the time we’d drive into the drive-way she’d be barking like a … Continue reading →

Well, I’m short on thoughts for posting today, so I figure I might as well show you how strange I am as a means of taking up cyber-space. As I’ve said before, when I write, I put the TV on … Continue reading →

but in the process of showing you the most perfect purse ever designed, I must also show you Britney Spears’s underpants. I have a purse fetish.  And a couch one, but since one can only have so many couches to … Continue reading →

Yes, again, I’m compelled to brag about living in such a terrific place as Pittsburgh.  Even with its population having one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel, we reap the benefits of big-time city life. Steelers, Penguins, … Continue reading →

Due to my excessive August Absence my post with Justin Evans has gone nearly unnoticed.  Please scroll down and read it.  Justin is an awesome writer and I’m going to have to bug you all forever until you do…

This comment showed up the other day. I guess I’m arrogant to think my writing conveys sarcasm and humor in the little things in life that I find interesting and irritating. But spoiled??? Oh please anonymous Alice.  I may be … Continue reading →

Okay, a wide stance while pooping. Yeah, that makes sense.  Here’s your assignment: Go into public bathroom. Sit on toilet. Try to stick your foot under the stall wall and imagine another foot (better yet, take a friend and do … Continue reading →