Dork-o-Rama: The Random Thoughts of a Total Goofball

Embracing the Dork Side....Because Life is Too Short to Take Yourself Too Seriously

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Sluts of the sea!

Sand Week!

Who's been fucking the coral reefs??

Hahahahahahah. I can always count on my Stephen to make me laugh out loud after a looooong aaaasssass day at work.

So yeah. I still don't have the time to write about anything important... like my trip to New York or the vodka episode or why I want to move there one day or annnnything.

Except this: every year, when it's time to spring forward or fall back, I forget how to change the time on the clock in my car. So I always end up screwing up the minutes. It doesn't help that I usually decide to do this WHILE I'm driving. So I'm used to my clock always being a few (or five) minutes fast.

I decided to fix it last night. And now I'm more confused than ever about what time it is.


Friday, June 22, 2007

Not only have I not had time to blog...

I can't even keep control of my home. Behold my dining room, victim of Tornado Terry:
  • My poor dining room table. It's underused for its true purpose (okay, I do dig out a spot for breakfast, but that's it) and is used mainly as crap holder.
  • You can't really tell from this angle, but it's worse than it looks (hard to believe!) because that blue thing on the left there is concealing an even messier pile o'crap.
  • I post this to shame myself into doing something about this disaster over the weekend.
(and yes... I'll finally take steps to get some cleaning help in the very near future, but no housekeeper could sort through all of this craaaaaap. the crap's got to move first! )

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Remember me?


Can't talk right now. Too busy.

More soon.

Miss you!

Thursday, June 14, 2007


I'm jonesing already.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Cuarenta y tres...

That is how old I'll be tomorrow. 43!
I also recently realized that it's now been 25 years since I graduated from high school (!!) and 20 since college (yes, I was on the 5-year plan, as I took a year off to work in the middle).
Cliches are cliches for a reason: time really does fly. And when I see my friends who've been my friends for all these years, it sure doesn't seem like that much time has passed. We still seem like the goofy teenagers we were. I suspect we'll feel that way forever. With any luck.
For a change, I'm not sweating the increase in age this year, because sooooo much has changed in my life since my last birthday. New job, new hobby, new experiences. I'm in better shape, in every sense of the word.
I don't even hate this picture taken of me (and my friend Jennifer) at a show the other night. That's new, too.

I'll be spending the big day at that new job and then at that new hobby. I did my celebrating in New York (a little too much, in fact... but more on that later).

I did have a weird age-related moment recently, though: I was at my Starbucks, where all the young baristas know me by name. In conversation with one, I used the phrase, "...'cause that's how I roll," and he laughed uproariously, like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard.

It turns out, it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard coming out of the mouth of someone my age. Because he then asked me, "Do you have kids our age?"

Now it was time for me to bust out with a big laugh, because not only did I think these young'uns were a little older than they are (as it happens, they're all late teens/early 20s - I was thinking mid-to-late 20's), but also because I COULD conceivably be their mother.

Naw, I said. I'm still a kid myself.

And here's hoping I always feel that way.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

It's hard to believe...

...that 12 hours ago, I was leaping out of a barely-moving cab in traffic-choked midtown Manhattan so that I could dash to my hotel to grab my luggage and try to get to the airport on time.

But I was. And now I'm home.

I'm not gonna lie. A big part of me is wishing home was there. But that, and the details of the trip, are a subject for another day when I have more time.

See y'all soon!