A year and a half ago, I cheekily called a favorite blogger, The Byronic Man, my BFF. I thought it was hilarious. To call a blogging acquaintance -whose real name I’d only learned a month earlier- my Best Friend Forever? Ha! Be careful what you wish for, Chipmunks. Since then, The Byronic Man has become not only one… Continue reading Help! Save The Byronic Birthday Man!
Cheerio, Chipmunks! I’d like to talk to you a little bit about my best friend, Byronic Man. I know we’re best friends because he shares all of his deepest, darkest secrets with me*, and when I’m hysterically laughing at his every blog post, I know he was only so funny just to make me guffaw.… Continue reading Bragasaurus & Byronic Man: Best Friends Forever
Chipmunks, when I dream, I dream big bad. And by dream I mean scheme. I set my sights on things like embarrassing my friends. Or my in-laws. Or my web design classmates. It almost never backfires. (Except for when it always backfires.) Up until last week, I was still dissatisfied, though. A nagging, long-time dream eluded me:… Continue reading I Tasted Another Man’s Peppers
Well, apparently if you were born in either July or October, I like you. Have you ever noticed that? A plethora of birthdays in any given month? If not, did you notice I just used the word plethora? You probably did, because it sticks out like a sore thumb. It’s like a lot got all dressed… Continue reading For the Woman Behind “Jules”
I’m so excited right now, I don’t know whether to pee or squee. Wait. Do chipmunks squee? I mean I know they pee, and they give really sh*tty advice, for sure, but I guess there’s still so much I don’t know about them…where was I going with this? Oh, right: Today is The Byronic Man‘s birthday! You probably didn’t… Continue reading A Very Byronic Birthday!
Recently, my friend Dakota asked, “If you could acquire any two skills during quarantine, what would they be?” Apparently, running three marathons in nine days didn’t count. Based on Dakota’s prompt, I wrote a blog post within minutes. Before I could hit ‘Publish,’ SOMETHING MAGICAL HAPPENED. A deep-seated wish come true. A phoenix rising from… Continue reading Do You Have the Right Quarantine Skills?
***Winner of my latest blog contest announced below!*** “Just past the two topless women circling the labyrinth…” I sat in a large Adirondack chair, my chin tilted skyward. It was only 70 degrees, but the sun was determined to make an impression and I took full advantage. “…Keep going until you hit the river, then… Continue reading In the Middle of the Woods…NAKED.
***DISCLAIMER: This post was not sponsored (except by my growing bum). All opinions expressed are my own.*** I’ve got something special in my bra, Chipmunks. Also a Fitbit. What the sugar-free fudge is a Fitbit? Thanks for asking. It’s basically a pedometer on crack. Two weeks ago, a colleague showed me a nifty little device,… Continue reading My Bra Is Stuffed (But I’m Still Hungry)
Something happened recently, Chipmunks. Something so mind-frenchingly miraculous, only a moving picture show could capture it: ~*~*~*~*~*~ You heard saw right. A man named Chip Monck is following my blog! This is not a joke. Nay. This is the best thing to ever happen to me, apart from discovering chocolate-covered bacon: So let’s all give a… Continue reading You’re Not Going to Believe This Shiz.
Oh, Chipmunks. I can’t stuff a cheek without bumping into another compliment / award / congratulatory butt slap these days. So it goes when you have brains, charm and a disarming perma-grin honed from years of smiling and nodding. This week I received not only a rad ‘stache-themed award from the lovely xdanigirl of The Life and… Continue reading Please, Don’t Try to Contain Your Raging Jealousy