Entries Tagged as 'Things I should confess.'

Sunday, January 4th, 2009

Echo Foxtrot Foxtrot India Tango! I’m posting!

The natives are restless around here.  If you drive by my kitchen window you are liable to find me with my face & hands pressed against the glass begging to be released from my cage.  3+ weeks of togetherness has seen me pull hair out from the roots (and these were recently colored ones, too, [...]

Sunday, November 30th, 2008

HOLY Hell-o: Same Song, 2nd Verse

Once upon a time last spring, the Anglophiles headed home to the metropolis known as H-town and my father shared information so disturbing I momentarily pondered using a spoon to scoop my eyes out of my ocular cavities and having Puppy pour hydrochloric acid in them.  It was that disturbing.  Wanna refresher?  HERE.  Go ahead.  [...]

Wednesday, November 26th, 2008

The Story of Peeping Tomas

Normally I try to limit my TMI (haha) on here to once in a great moon, but when Trannyhead, Esq. said she wanted green bean stories, I was willing to take one for the team - because that is one hawt lawyer.  And, she’ll tell you that herself.  I even asked which green bean story [...]

Wednesday, October 15th, 2008

Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin’*the Bottle, Oh, Hell that Hurts!

I know I said I’m in writer’s block hell, but while threatening Tranny Head, Esq. on Plurk last night I mentioned an old anecdote from my sordid (hahaha) past, and she insisted it required a post - so I oblige.  What?  Hasn’t Holly been with Puppy since diapers you say?  Yes, believe it or not, there was [...]

Tuesday, October 7th, 2008

Baby Got Back (with VPL)

*I’m guesting at Amanda’s…come and visit me there: shamelesslysassy.com
It’s not a big secret I have a larger-than-average derriere.   I may have clued in when I was called “Big Booty Ho(lly)” during middle school.  It might’ve been when my students sang Sir Mixalot to me in class - oh, yes they did.  Perhaps it was when my husband [...]

Friday, September 19th, 2008

Writing without Words

Here is a very detailed look at my stream-of-consciousness that I am writing at 2:37 am while my husband casually snores in our bedroom.  I might even be writing this without paragraphs, because I’m not sure where this will go.  I would imagine about 98% of the time I feel rich and blessed.  I read posts [...]

Tuesday, August 26th, 2008

I took the Bait - Hook, Line & Sink-her.

I last left you with beavers upstairs in MIL’s house.  We resume the tale downstairs in her mother’s room.  
Here’s your background on Puppy’s maternal grandmother: She is a seriously old school Southern woman.  She is very blue blood and really loves to claim her DAR membership with a flourish of “My family came over on [...]