Month: June 2009
Also known as “antagonyms”
A few months ago, PZC taught me about auto antonyms – although I think that I prefer their less-popular name, contronyms. Any non-word-lovers out there can just call them self-contradictions (but I will judge you). What is an auto antonym? It’s a word that can mean the opposite of itself. IMPOSSIBLE, you say. NOT WITH…
Who wears short shorts?
We have a small crisis at the JAM house. One of us (I’m not saying who) got some bug bites (I’m not saying where) that are now inflamed (I’m not saying how). (Okay, I am saying how.) Never put Nair over top of bug bites. I’ll let you do the math. Nair is an evil,…
Procurement
Me: “I cannot believe how much money I just spent.” Julie: “But think of all you GOT.” Black dress. Black heels. Hair dye. Passport cover. Earrings. Toenail polish. Face wash. Sandals. Tank tops. Also, a huge jug of almonds. Look out, Northwest. The week is finally here.
Tell me a story
Before I begin, let’s all just take a minute to acknowledge the huge thing that happened yesterday. The thing that made the world feel small – like everyone, no matter what culture, tribe, or tongue, agreed was a big event. An incident that shook us out of our day-to-day reality, and made us think about…
Fighting the summer wilt
One month from now is now one week from now. Oh, Pacific Northwest. Save me from today’s forecast. I thought that maybe – maybe – my second Nashville summer might feel a bit more manageable than my first. But to be frank, it’s hellacious. I feel angry all the time. I DO enjoy the fireflies,…
Flummoxed
Well. What now? What if life isn’t a checklist? What if it’s more about (as AnnieBlogs says) the process? What if it’s more about (as, um, Miley Cyrus says) the climb? I don’t quite know where to go from here.
Bluebirdie
Behold, the return of the deadbeat blogger! I mean, seriously. It’s embarrassing. I have been like an unfit mother – one who leaves her kids in the car while she hits up the Safeway for PBR and tampons. I have abandoned this blog in the parking lot for far too many days – and in…
A Christmas miracle?
Today is the day. TV has switched to digital. I still have not bought a converter box. I knew that I wouldn’t get any channels this morning – not that I cared about anything more than “Good Morning America” (“The Today Show” will never compare); still, I flipped on the TV just to see what…
On forgiveness
It’s amazing how quickly I, an alleged full-grown woman, can revert back to feeling like I did with other girls in elementary school: insecure, timid, and small. Recently, a moment leapt out of nowhere and grabbed me by the throat, reducing me to those irrepressible tears that leave me shaky and sick to my stomach…