Before I begin delighting you all with pet speak, lemme tell you what just happened. These past two days, I've been tryina keep up with reading blog comments, but it's not easy. I tried looking at them here, not in email, and one thing that's irking me is the comments are in order from oldest … Continue reading Catch up on June’s…animals (ya got all weekend?)
I've sat here for two days making little changes to this now-defunct site. "Should I start this up again?" I ask myself. Then I think about all the ways people could be unkind and I walk into the next room, all sweaty. To be fair, I'm menopausin', so I walk into every room all sweaty … Continue reading It’s Britney, bitch
I just timed how long it takes for me to take care of all the current animals: 15 minutes. I didn't get any time to just sit with and pet all the kittens, so without, you know, being kind to kittens, just basic feeding and scooping and changing water, it's 15 minutes. I guess that's … Continue reading Toasted since 1964
I ended up getting invited to two things last night, because apparently Tuesday is the hot night now or something, and the point is that over the course of the evening, I had a glass of Prosecco and then two glasses of chardonnay, because I'm a girl. Then at my now-usual wakeup time of 4 … Continue reading The stitch has been fixed. The eagle has landed.
I feel like no one reads me anymore. I mean, "no one" is a stretch, but there are definitely fewer people around here, at least comment-wise. I know back in this not-blog's heyday, like 2011-2012-ish, I'd get hundreds of comments, and around 2,000 readers a day. But then sitemeter died, and we in the not-blogging … Continue reading IRL
I stood in my backyard just now and watched several leaves fall from the branches of my tree and sway all the way to the ground. It was so pretty that I got the phone so I could show you, but of course once I got the damn phone, the leaves stayed tight. weee not … Continue reading My 404 Not Found Error
Yesterday, I wrote about some, oh, personal stuff, and then I felt bad about it being so public, so I deleted this post and pasted it to (Face)Book of June, a secret page on Facebook. For awhile, (Face)Book of June was just a closed group, meaning no one could wander over there and see all … Continue reading June picks a bad day to stop sniffing glue
First of all, before we all up and forget, it's Steely Dan's birthday. He is one, according to the estimated birth date the vet gave him back when I first brought him in. I would take a picture of old Steely Dan, but he's outside tripping the elderly or whatever the hell. He's mostly a … Continue reading I’m in my prime. You are too.
"Let me take you to dinner," Ned said, Ned of the I Really Shouldn't Hang Around Him Neds. "I'll take you anywhere you want to go." "Village Tavern!" I said. I've never had bad food there. Ever. It is delicious. "Well, it's Wednesday night there." For some reason, my stupid city has made Wednesday incredibly … Continue reading June the Amakazon
Today is the 10-year anniversary of me blogging, and I am certain you are delighted that day is finally upon us, as you are sick to death of my shit. (These are pictures I found when I Googled byebyepie + 10) I didn't plan what I was gonna say today, nor did I plan this … Continue reading byebyepie + 10
Yesterday, I got interviewed about my writing, because hashtag SoFamous, and the interviewer (pfft. My coworker, Austin) asked me about the "sassy Midwestern moms" who read my blog. Hunh. "Actually, I'm big in Texas and Florida," I told him. And it's true. Whenever I do a roundup of who you are, I get a lot … Continue reading Age/state/sex/kids/sass/crunch.
I'm having some Greek honey yogurt with some almonds, and every time I eat Greek yogurt I feel like I'm eating just a teensy piece of Faithful Greek Reader Fay. Look how this blog has affected my life. When we last left off, what had I done? ...Oh, walked. Right. Fucking walked. I was Walker, … Continue reading Our Lady of Perpetual Calendars
I haven't been here in ages and now I have 296 things to tell you. On Tuesday, TypePad was down and I could not post and I was SO MAD, because I wanted to tell you something SO COOL and I couldn't. The Alex who sits next to me is a grownup. Compared to me. … Continue reading The one where June has the BEST READERS, even if they do give advice
You know what's gonna happen today? No one will comment. That always happens after a 200- or 300-comment day; it's like you're all so exhausted. "Oh my god, I just wrote 15 words to June yesterday. I'm all in." Did your grandma used to say that? "Heavens to Betsy, that party was long. I'm all … Continue reading The state of things
There're a brief few days every spring where Peg's dogwood meets my redbud across our driveways, kind of a Hands Across America of blossoms, and it's so pretty, but it's been so cloudy that I wasn't able to capture it well. I hope it's sunny today. I never check the weather. I'm always stunned that … Continue reading Served by Mr. Salty and Buddha
Here we are, at the end of this damn year. On New Year's Eve of last year, Ned and I got into a fight, and I spent the entire night in my room, crying, with a bottle of wine. I watched the year tick down by Googling it. Here's me, last year, 8 o'clock at … Continue reading The one where June convinces self that 2016 will be HER YEAR! The one where June does that every year, and look how 2015 turned out.
Good hair day yesterday. ...Oh, look. A pet in the background. I've been blogging now for nigh on nine years. I have no idea what "nigh on" means. Does it mean "almost"? Because that would be inaccurate; it's now more than nine years. Nigh on nine years. I'm just gonna go ahead and make "nigh … Continue reading June will not say something tired like haters gonna hate.
In order to avoid proofreading my statistics textbook, I made this end-of-year video this weekend, as I am wont to do at the end of every year. But I just noticed 24 people have already looked at it on YouTube, so since the secret's out, here it is. I'll show this again on the 31st. … Continue reading June’s end-of-the-year video
Angry selfie I'm living on the idea that you're regularly consulting your June's Calendar of Events, and therefore you are completely aware that all month, I've been staying at Kaye's house, and Kaye has, in fact, not been here. Unless you think all this month she's just been really quiet and unobtrusive. In her own … Continue reading Mrs. Paul’s Fish Sticks. Does Yours?
The controversial paper towels. I cannot believe how long you people can discuss a thing, in the comments. Anyway, here are the pretty paper towels Ned bought to seduce the ladies, and it's workin' on ME anyway, because every spill I'm all, DANG! Looky here at these paper towels-es. How many paper towels can you … Continue reading She wants to TALK, June said, like that was the worst thing on earth.