29 Dec 2009


Written by sally @ 3:05 pm — Section: sally

Nothing is more embarrassing than becoming Facebook friends with your old English teacher, finding her blog, and then reading her poems.

WOOOF, Indeed.

Written by sally @ 12:25 pm — Section: Uncategorized

The sporty car in front of me had a vanity tag, so I sped up a little to read it. WOOOF, it said. It was a Miata. It changed lanes, and as I passed it I was able to see the driver: an older man, happily sucking his thumb. Not biting the nail, but sucking his thumb, 3-year old style.

28 Dec 2009

Loaf of Books.

Written by sally @ 3:39 pm — Section: sally

Hey, what’d you get for Christmas?

I got lots of stuff, including lots of books. Earlier today I was typing to someone that I got a load of books, only I typed a LOAF of books, and thus, I am calling it that from now on. Anyway, here are the books that make up my loaf:

Ballistics by Billy Collins
The Sisters: The Saga of the Mitford Family by Mary S. Lovell
Official Book Club Selection by Kathy Griffin
The Art of Eating by M.F.K. Fisher
Her Fearful Symmetry by Audrey Niffenegger

You know I’m reading the Kathy Griffin book first.

20 Dec 2009

Different A-Word.

Written by sally @ 3:23 pm — Section: Uncategorized

We live in an older house, built in the 40s, and as such have limited storage. Thus, we tend to stash a bunch of stuff in the attic. As I do not enjoy rickety pull-down stairs, the attic is Larry’s domain. The other day when I asked him to put some stuff up there, he kind of had a tiny hissy fit about how much he hated going up there. So today, when I still needed some stuff put up there, we had this conversation:

Me: So…about that stuff that needs to go into the (pause, pointing upstairs) a-word.
Larry: (in a stage whisper) Do you mean “asshole”?
Me: Yesssss. I need you to put the rocking horse IN MY ASSHOLE.

16 Dec 2009

Yet Another Query.

Written by sally @ 9:49 am — Section: Uncategorized

Say the newspaper is all over the dining room table from where you were looking for one of those 50% off one item Michaels coupons. You and your family are eating dinner at the table. The cat is sitting on the table as well. You don’t mind, since he has zero interest in getting near the food. Then he starts barfing. On the table where you’re eating. However, he is barfing on the newspaper, so do you move him to the floor, where you will have to clean up cat barf, or do you let him continue to barf it up on the newspaper, where you can just wad it up and throw it away?

Decisions, decisions.

I let him continue to barf. The baby thought it was funny.

14 Dec 2009

It Suits Our Purpose.

Written by sally @ 9:55 am — Section: sally

This blog post made me literally laugh out loud. And then I kept reading the hillbilly part, excerpted below, and laughed some more:

“I hope they can start the car, when they get here,” Ian worried.
“Well, if they can’t, they’ll tow us home, won’t they?”
“Oh, yeah. Of course.” Ian was relieved.
“We won’t be forced to live here for the rest of our lives, like people you read about in the papers.”
“Yip,” said Ian in a hillbilly voice. “We bin livin’ here fifty years. It suits our purpose.”
“It’s a simpler way of livin’,” I hillbillied back at him. “We just livin’ off the land, well, livin’ off this car park. Back to Nature.”
“We jist couldn’ git home one night so we jist stayed here and we like it,” Ian agreed.
“When times are hard we jist eat shit,” I chimed in. “When folks park their cars and go into Sainsbury’s to do their shoppin’, we put the shit on their cars to heat up, cuz their engines is still warm. We cain’t do it on our own car cuz she don’t work no more.”
“We ain’t botherin’ no one,” said Ian. “‘Cept maybe the folks whose cars we put shit on. Sometimes they take exception to that.”

10 Dec 2009

What’s in My Drawers.

Written by sally @ 8:43 am — Section: sally

The top drawer to my bedside table has gotten out of control — not only is stuff crammed in there, but it’s too heavy to open/close with one hand. Last night I pulled the whole thing out and found the following:

4 pads of paper
17 pens/pencils/Sharpies
6 tubs/tubes/vats of lotion
2 bottles Sally Hansen Xtreme Wear nail polish in Cherry Red
3 other bottles of various nail polish
3 glue sticks
1 Queasy Pop
3 orphan socks (one adult, two baby)
various expired and (score!) non-expired drugs
1 cassette tape with this written on Side 1: KC – Cyndi Lauper – James Ingram – Nena – Yes
2 almost used up tubes, 1 brand new tube of my all-time favorite lipstick (Rimmel Balistic) that is apparently now discontinued! I nearly wept with joy!
Target gift card for $3.64!
a dream from 2006 where “Liz’s friend Krista had a new way of eating Cool Whip”
3 bottles Clinique Dramatically Different Moisturizing Lotion
more barrettes than you can shake a stick at
2 bags Tender Vittles
this picture, in which I apparently tried many times to draw a horse (and failed):

no horses here

7 Dec 2009

Some Things, Monday Edition.

Written by sally @ 7:57 pm — Section: sally

1. My new washer and dryer are all fancy and digital and thus show you how much time is left on the load. This is awesome, especially when they’re neck and neck — currently, for example, the dryer has 38 minutes and the washer has 37 minutes left. Sadly, I know from experience (i.e., running in there every few minutes to announce the time situation to Larry and ask him yet again which one he’s rooting for) that the dryer is going to win.

2. So, to recap our animal situation: there is Pete, o he of the murderous nature towards everyone on earth except the inhabitants of this house; Bob, Larry’s former office cat; Icky, the crusty outside cat who JUST WANTS TO COME INSIDE FOR CHRIST’S SAKE; and Lulu, the long-suffering dog. Pete sleeps wherever the hell he wants to, either on one of Lulu’s beds or on my shoulder, Bob sleeps in the laundry room, and Icky sleeps outside in the shed. On a heating pad! It is luxurious! But yes: we are assholes who throw poor Icky outside every night.

The other night, however, it snowed. And apparently my cat-inspired assholery has a limit, and thus everyone slept in the house at the same time, and I didn’t even put Bob in the laundry room, and no one clawed anyone else’s eyes out, and Icky got to wind his long black tail around my neck all night. The moral of the story is this: for years we have tried to make stupid Pete happy by keeping the other cat(s) away from him, but screw that. Nothing is going to make Pete happy! With that knowledge, the other cats are now much happier. As I type this, Icky is asleep beside me in the bed and Pete is perched atop a piece of furniture I will call a dresser but which we call “the yellow thing” because it’s really a weird, possibly Scandinavian kitchen cabinet thing with doors and drawers and a pretty glass detail and also: vents for hot pies to cool. It houses stationery and old videotapes. Bob just walked through to get a snack. No one growled, fought, or died. The end.

3. So I finished A.S. Byatt’s The Children’s Book last week, and whoa, what a ride. Do I sound like Keanu when I say that? It was, though: lots of characters, lots of time passed, lots of historical events [that occasionally I skimmed when it became clear that one of the 10,000 characters wasn’t going to interact with someone famous in that passage], and near the end, everyone’s fates were sealed and reported and it was tragic and awesome. Oh, and then I tried to go immediately to sleep. Didn’t work.

4. I also read Nick Hornby’s Juliet, Naked — finished it last night. It is good: maybe not as good as About a Boy but better than How to be Good and A Long Way Down. I think I would like to come back in another life as Nick Hornby’s career. Stable, entertaining, straddling the line between art and pop.

5. Yesterday during Spike’s nap I decided I would wrap all of his presents so I wouldn’t have to keep shooing him out of the guest room. So I did that, and then moved on to Larry’s presents. Still asleep. People, at the end of Spike’s almost three hour nap (!), I had wrapped all 46 presents. The tree looks lovely.

2 Dec 2009

What Liberty.

Written by sally @ 10:27 am — Section: Uncategorized

For roughly 100 years, I have had these words on a random post-it: “What Liberty / A loosened spirit brings –.” I knew it was from an Emily Dickinson poem, but dumbly wrote nothing else down for reference. Lo and behold, I found the whole poem recently.

He ate and drank the precious Words —
His Spirit grew robust —
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was Dust —

He danced along the dingy Days
And this Bequest of Wings
Was but a Book — What Liberty
A loosened spirit brings —

30 Nov 2009

Two Things to End NaBloPoMo.

Written by sally @ 7:00 pm — Section: Uncategorized


Larry: Did you notice a common theme with the rest of the mothers at that birthday party?
Sally: Sequins?
Larry: Yep. You are just a different kind of lady.


I love reading the reviews when I’m buying a product online. I am considering buying my stepmother a certain item she requested, and I was delighted to find this review tonight:

“I ordered this to go ghost hunting. I am new at this so did’nt want to invest alot right now.”

29 Nov 2009


Written by sally @ 5:04 pm — Section: Uncategorized

Hey, remember about a year ago when I lamented the fact that Larry and I had been looking for a coffee table for years? I bought one last week! For $60. It arrived yesterday and I could not be happier. While in a perfect world, I would choose a different coffee table, I like it exactly $60 worth of liking. Plus: did I mention it was $60?

I know, I know. Aren’t we all trying to do that thing where instead of buying inexpensive, potentially chintzy* stuff, we buy good, quality stuff that will last? As of last week, that applies to shoes, not coffee tables. Plus, I think my love of the cheapness will cause this whole buy-quality-stuff thing to fall by the wayside pretty quickly. See also: yesterday’s post, filled with glee over 20% off at a salvage store where half of the merchandise is burned up/mildewed/peed on.

*Is this word racist?

28 Nov 2009


Written by sally @ 9:34 pm — Section: Uncategorized

In bargain news, today I was at Hudson’s, where I bought some holiday tissue paper that was originally at Tuesday Morning for $.99. It was 60% off, and THEN you got an additional 20% off your total bill. So I spent, what, something like $.30? Do you know how much I love an additional __% off? That additional 20% off gave me the freedom to spend not $.99, but $.78 each on some matching hats for Larry and his brother. And to buy an avocado slicer (“when a knife and yo wobbly hand just won’t do”). And a new crib mattress pad for Spike, as the one I originally bought him was way too puffy and I couldn’t get the sheets around it and I have been using a towel for a mattress pad for the past 19 months. My idea of a good time: buying crap at a salvage store for a low price, plus an additional % off, plus an ADDITIONAL % off.

Tonight Larry and I went to see Fantastic Mr. Fox. I loved it.

Good news, kids: after today, only two more NaNoBloMo entries!

27 Nov 2009


Written by sally @ 10:21 am — Section: Uncategorized

While I felt slightly ridiculous for getting out into the Black Friday insanity this morning, my defense is thus: I left the house at the reasonable hour of 9:00 and went to Steinmart, where the $10 off coupon was good until 10:00. For hobnobbing with the unwashed masses, I scored a pair of cute sterling earrings for my mother in law for the low, low price of…are you ready? $1.64. Holla!

In unrelated news, for being such a turd of a cat, Pete is also the one most likely to sit in your lap and is by far the purriest. Stupid cat. I am currently locked in the back of the house with the said turd, as he attempted to slash the achilles tendon of one of my houseguests yesterday. Of course, he is sitting in my lap. And purring.

26 Nov 2009

Happy Thanksgiving.

Written by sally @ 6:55 pm — Section: Uncategorized

Larry: What are you thankful for?
Sally: The baby.
Larry: (silence)
Sally: And ham.
Larry: (silence)
Sally: And you.
Larry: You’re just saying that because my mom’s in the room.
Sally: She can’t hear me. Watch: douche. See?

25 Nov 2009


Written by sally @ 6:55 pm — Section: Uncategorized

Having houseguests is kind of nice and kind of infuriating at the same time. Tonight I have had these two disparate thoughts:

It’s so nice to have everyone together!


Are you people just incapable of using a bath mat?

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