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Those Pennsylvania back roads can be so pretty.

It’s been a while since I stated the purpose of this, so if you’re a new reader or need a refresher: I hate to spend money, but I love stuff. Thus, I turn to secondhand stores. Somethings are amazing. Somethings are awful. Somethings are hideous. And somethings just need to be shared. Every week, I’ll [...]

I know. I haven’t been writing. If it makes you feel better, dear (few) readers of mine, I’ve not only been a blog slacker lately, but a life slacker. I’m sleeping too much but I’m still tired. I have no energy or desire to cook but that doesn’t stop me from getting hungry.  My laundry [...]

While I’m stuck inside, I might as well admire the beauty. I was supposed to go to work yesterday but that wasn’t going to happen. I live on a hill, and my street was (and still mostly is) buried. I watched four-wheel-drive vehicles get stuck. Oh yes, and there was a state of emergency declared, [...]

Part of me (the dorky, childish part) hopes that the sweater keeps the tree toasty this winter. But the rational part knows that since it’s been unnaturally warm lately, it’s probably too hot. At least they tried to bundle it up.

Bananas.

If it’s true, it’s in bold. And striked, since bold is hard to read with this font. As seen in a billion other places. I’ve never watched Titanic. I’ve never read Pride and Prejudice. I’ve never been drunk. I’ve never played Laser Tag. I’ve never skipped in a public place. I’ve never sung at an [...]

I realized something about this blog that’s been bothering me. I have no problem posting pictures of the vegetable lasagna I made or my good hair days (Friday, October 16, 2009, for all those keeping track) but no photos of my friends or family. Mostly (actually, not mostly, it is) because hardly any of them [...]

Other various notes on the trip that I wanted to make note of before I completely forgot: I got asked for directions not once, twice, three, four, but FIVE times. I was super dorkily excited by this in the way all out-of-towners are when someone thinks they’re a native. No worries, folks, I kept my [...]