September 2011

Posted on September 14, 2011 by

Happy Birthday, Hot Firefighter Husband. You don’t even need to make my bed.

When my grandfather died after a massive brain aneurysm, I drove my grandmother home from the hospital in her little blue Taurus. “It’s for the best,” she said. Silence. “He wouldn’t want to be hooked up to machines.” Silence. “The only thing is.” Silence. “I don’t know who’s going to change my sheets now.” She Read More

Posted on September 11, 2011 by

tricia’s 9/11, or a tiny inconsequential drop in the bucket

Everybody has a story. I was driving to work…I had just dropped the kids off at school…I was at the grocery, and someone told me… My story isn’t particularly unique. I was at home doing my morning chores – cleaning the kitchen, folding clothes – and watching the Today show. After news of the attack, Read More

Posted on September 7, 2011 by

The BLANKing. It’s not over till it’s over, which may take several weeks.

Let me tell you something. If your Hot Firefighter Husband ever gets BLANKed from a BLANK, you should run quick to the nearest psychic and check to see what’s in store. Perhaps you will then be afforded some time to score some Xanax or possibly book a flight to Tripoli, where your ideas and opinions Read More

Posted on September 6, 2011 by

WTF?!: Also, did you Labor on Labor Day? I didn’t. But my kids might have….

Happy Labor Day! I couldn’t write that yesterday because, duh, that would be laboring, the total antithesis of how the holiday is meant to be celebrated. I went to the beach and drank beer instead, and now I’m all bloated and feeling like I want to eat nothing but grapefruit and prunes for three days. Read More