Author: Arthur

My blog well has been running a little dry lately. I think that might be due to the fact that my online cup overfloweth lately. Plurk, Twitter, e-mails, IMs…all of it conspires to rob me of the chance to let things stew a little. I can immediately share my thoughts on a particular subject with…

So, Deb has this idea that whatever you write in ten minutes is coming from your primal brain (or something like that…look, I can’t go look up what she actually calls it because hello? Ten minute limit to write). Deb does these neat PROMPTuesday things – I’ve never participated in one because well, she has,…

Yesterday, I was reading a blog. (Shock. Surprise.) The poster had made some excellent points about the benefits working parents get while childfree folks get zip, zilch, nada. I was nodding along and thinking, “Yup, I’m with you, sister.” Then I got to a line where the poster said something about childfree folks working harder…

…this week’s theme might well turn into Raiders of the Lost Thoughts. I’ve had a million things I’ve wanted to discuss with y’all, but I just haven’t found the words lately. (I’m still not finding the words really, but I figure it won’t be the first time y’all have suffered through my inept wordsmithing.) Bill…

I feel like I’ve spent a lot of time lately blogging about blogging. It seems this trend isn’t going to end anytime soon, as I keep finding new blogs to read, along with continuing my love affair with my old faves. Anyway, a few of these blogs I read get a LOT of comments. Okay,…

Then I had Lenna. Ha. Okay, that’s not my point at all. While Lenna is competitive, I’ve come to understand that for her it’s not a drive to be better than anyone else so much as it is a drive to be her personal best. If she trounces other suckers along the way, well, they…

So, a few days ago, I made a decision to get serious about fixing my life. I went for a clean sweep here — my effed up relationships, my weight, my…well, my everything. If it wasn’t working for me, it was time to fix it. I was pumped. I was jazzed. I was ready to…

Hi. If you’re here because you saw me speak today as part of Listen To Your Mother and now you’re looking for more cute, silly little poems with no cursing… um… well… yeah. I DO write those on occasion — in fact, you can find one of the poems I read today here. And there…

Holiday Sweater Lady – Mid 50s. Married with 4 grown children. Copes with Empty Nest Syndrome by gleefully and obnoxiously organizing all office social events. Sweater for every occasion. Cranky Old Scottish Man – Late 60s. Lifelong bachelor. Often wears ratty cardigan and glasses on tip of nose. Discusses retirement daily. The Stickler – Early 60s.…

So the Big Bean and I have this ongoing argument about how awesome Facebook is. I say it’s awesome times one zillion and he says it’s negative awesome. He is totally wrong as usual and even though I say so all the time he doesn’t believe me, which is super lame and also dangerous because…