Yup. It snowed. Lula happy. Third of Lula from Tibet, you know. Mt. Everest in Tibet. Also, third of Lula Beagle. Beagle from England where it snow, too. Lula wish mom had not spent $150 on DNA test for Lu and would just let Lu enjoy snow. Stop analyzing Lu, mom. And no, girl. I… Continue reading There she is…
It is Friday night and we are having a big old giant snowstorm here with maybe even a foot of snow, so I am composing Saturday's post in case we get snowed to death and at least you can hear from me one last time. From the grave. Because I'm sure it matters to you… Continue reading Clair de Talune
As you may or may not know, and I hate it when I say that because effectively that phrase means absolutely nothing, I have had no work to do since January 5, when I dropped my last statistics book off in the FEDEX box. This, to put it mildly, has disturbed me. I kept picturing… Continue reading What a difference a day makes
Perhaps you were thinking, "I wonder what June and her household are doing?" sometime around 7:57 p.m. last night. Or, you know, not. Nevertheless, I decided to photograph everyone in their element to see if we could find anything interesting.We didn't. First of all, here is me. And my, you know, HAIR. I took a… Continue reading My family, at 7:57 p.m. on January 27
I had a terrible migraine last night, as opposed to those really good ones. But really, it kept waking me up, it was so bad, which is rare for me. After waking up for the 49th time, in horrid agony, I realized one of my problems was I was tensing up because it was so… Continue reading Well I shot a man in Greensboro, just to watch him die…
I was perusing other blogs tonight, trying to find new ones to read. I found some nice ones, and I also came to the conclusion that every blogger on earth who has a child whose real name she does not want used refers to said child as "the Bean." Could we come up with a… Continue reading Manly yes, but I like it too.
I was paging through my intellectually stimulating Allure magazine today, or maybe it was In Style, whichever--and why do I read those anymore? I used to be young and thin and have money. Now I have none of those things and all my clothes either come from Old Navy or my mother's closet when she… Continue reading Five people I will not meet in heaven because hi. You really think I’m gettin’ in?
Started reading The Help, our book club book, yesterday at about 4 p.m., and I am almost done with it. Read last night till I got a headache, and then stampeded for it the second I woke up today. Oh! It's good. I mean, in an uncomfortable way where you feel ashamed of so many people… Continue reading I need The Help for my addictive personality, is what I need
I ran two miles this morning with my running group and then I stupidly agreed to meet a friend at the health-food grocery store. There was a clever move.Did every date nut bar and tub of bulk granola look absolutely delicious? Or what? I ended up buying yogurt with cream on top, because I enjoy… Continue reading I think the dinosaurs laughed at that one. And by “that one” I mean DB’s mug.
Henry: Where Big Hair go? Winston: She go out to find adventure. She stay one more day in house not working, she jump off roof. It ranch house. She jump off roof, she only break ankle. That not adventure. Henry: ...So Big Hair gone all day? Winston: Think so. Henry: Par-tayyyyyy!
I don't know how many of you read Chatting at the Sky, although I would guess all of you, because like her sister The Nester, she seems to get 94 million readers a day. Anyway, Chatting, and yes I actually DO call her that in real life because I am professionally annoying, has gotten a… Continue reading Jane Austen, Laura Ingalls, and annoying twits from LA
Are all of you on Facebook? I don't see why not. It is a marvelous time waster and apparently it's like rejoining high school. I am the only person on earth who loved high school--all the drama, the pep rallies, the Jordache, the tater tots in the cafeteria. So I'm fine with Facebook. If you… Continue reading What is Cardinal doing on this notebook?
I sat here for three solid hours last night, as opposed to liquid hours, adding categories to all of my posts. I still haven't finished; I think I have February through May of 2009 to get done. And here's what I have to say after skimming, if not downright reading, almost all of my posts.… Continue reading Romper
There are three pressing topics I wish to cover today, and if I were remotely disciplined I'd cover one today and then have blog topics for Tuesday and Wednesday. But have you met me? Disciplined. Oh, that's a hoot. Also, you know by tomorrow I will be on some other idea and will forget, because… Continue reading Three topics. All briefly touched on. Because you know June is nothing if not brief.
As you can imagine, I was up late enjoying the drag queen bingo on Friday night. Well. You know. Late for me. Meaning I got home at, like, 11:00, which wooo! What happened to 1988 June? Coming home late then meant 7:00 in the morning. But unlike 1988 June, I had to get up and… Continue reading The one where June gets no rest
I have one word for you: DRAG. QUEEN. BINGO. And I am really sorry that I continue to think it's funny to say "I have one word for you" and then I have lots of words. Clearly, I'd be a bad drag queen, cause I lack the funny. But really, girl. Who doesn't love bingo?… Continue reading B-I-N-G-Oh, wow, drag queens!
Now that I "work from home," and I use air quotes because I haven't had ANY work in almost two weeks, and there's this one part of my duties at the textbook place I used to like: the coordinator would send me everyone's corrections--all the other proofreaders, the owner of the company's notes, and so… Continue reading Playing possum. Which you’ll want to do by the time I get to the end of this story.
I wish I could express how much I love myself for thinking up that title. Although if you read my high school diary you may agree that my love for myself extends beyond just this morning and the title-thinking-up-ness. Have I told you about my lenient rules? And straight teeth? Anyway. I got a letter… Continue reading I’m a-pickin’ and I’m a-grinnin’
My new Bye Bye, Pie mug is here! Merry Christmas, you wonderful old Building & Loan! My father has never seen It's a Wonderful Life, and never gets my references. I do not understand his kind. Don't THINK CafePress gives these mugs to me free. I have to buy them like all y'all all. Okay,… Continue reading But that June keeps a-movin’, and that’s what tortures Lu
Did you see Miep Gies died? She was the woman who sneaked food to Anne Frank and her family, and she was the one who found Anne Frank's diary after poor Anne was captured by those crabby Nazis. I recently saw an Onion article called, Ghost of Anne Frank: Quit Reading my Diary. Have I… Continue reading Diary of Anne–Frankly, don’t you think it’s creepy to read someone’s diary?