Occasional musings from a Left-coast Canadian ExPat in Oxford.
Working at the Local Spelunking Club has made one of my pet peeves blatently obvious: Women who are afraid of their bodies. Or more specifically, afraid to use their bodies. Frailty is not sexy. Spelunking is a very technical sport, requiring coordination, sureness, and strength through the entire body in order to perform at any … Continue reading Body Rock
The car inspection report is back. There are issues. Many small ones that don’t merit much consideration, and a couple larger ones. I am not amused at the larger ones. I obviously need to turn up the hardass and give the salesperson some hell. Maybe after a nap. Continue reading Inspector Gadget
Damn. It’s like This Fish has a probe in my brain or something – lately she seems to post the most oddly relevant things. And puts them into words so much more beautiful that I could ever hope to write. What do I mean to you? It’s not something we’re cool about asking each other. … Continue reading Thiiiiiiiiiiiiis Much
1. The Car is being inspected today. Please send her some good juju so I don’t have to feel guilty about buying her anyway if I find out something is terribly wrong (because I just can’t go through all of this again). 2. Despite the awkwardness in heels (because really, even real women have trouble … Continue reading Morning Observations
I’ve been having issues lately with the time-space continuum. Mostly when it comes to remembering what day it actually is when I wake up in the mornings. And this happens EVERY MORNING – only the names of the days change. My internal dialogue goes something like this: Alarm: *midi of Knight Rider theme* Brain: MOTHERFUCKERI … Continue reading I know it ends in “Y”…
In addition to all the regular stuff I do all of the time (eat, sleep, work, work out, be social, clean house, have crazy roommate, try not to go crazy myself) – I figured “self, that’s not nearly enough challenge! Let’s add something new!” But one new thing isn’t insane enough, so lets add two! … Continue reading Riding in Cars with Boys
Rude Cactus mentioned he’d like to see some Monday Haikus in his comments. I’ve left one there, but thought I’d share it with everyone here as well: two short days away returning, what do i find? shit happened. uh oh. And now, in the spirit of the haiku, I must to and try to clean … Continue reading Monday Haiku
GFCI Conversion Originally uploaded by peechie. Finally, a Saturday to myself. And what did I do? Installed an electrical outlet of course. No zapping myself, no terrible mishaps, not even a broken nail (though there was a lot of cursing for a short period when the back plate wouldn’t line up). I am woman, hear … Continue reading Home Improvement
Watching these shorts was definitely 15 minutes of my life I’ll never get back. “Trapped” is a five-part musical soap opera about a guy who wakes up after a one-night stand and has to hide in the closet when the woman’s husband comes home. The song was designed to be released bit by bit as … Continue reading Trapped in the Closet
The Evite for my rockin’ birthday shindig has gone out. July 29th. Be there. If you didn’t get it, it’s probably because I don’t have your email address handy. So if you want it, comment. The more the merrier 🙂 Continue reading Sixteen 25 Candles
If you’re looking for happy and fun, try clicking on the Blogroll link and reading some other bloggers. This post is dedicated entirely to being cranky. First, to my old friend Burnout – I haven’t missed you. Please pack up your stuff and don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way … Continue reading Letter to an Occupant
Can I please have another weekend to recover from my long weekend? It’s honestly all a bit of a blur. At one of the (far too many) BBQs I attended, there was a talking bottle opener – and I heard the following many, many, many times. I think it sums up the weekend nicely: (Homer) … Continue reading Theme
I am sick of being the Turnaround Girlâ„¢. What is the Turnaround Girlâ„¢ you ask? She’s the one who is a really fantastic catch herself, and seems to end up with nothing but idiots. This is because of her innate ability to make her partner feel fabulous about himself, and in return, he turns into … Continue reading Ridiculously High Standard #7
Dear Bird who thought it would be a good idea to start singing directly outside my open window at 4:38 this morning, FUCK YOU. Much love, -Jen Continue reading TWEET!
Look up. Waaaaaaaaaay up. At the ABOUT button. I’ve updated it. Just in case you cared. Continue reading Adminitrative Note