For those of you who don’t know, I began my illustrious (illustrious means “googling exes while watching Ghost World”, right?) writing career by chronicling my adventures in retail at the blog, The Checkout Girl. The site is offline for now, but the thought of my stories sitting around, collecting dust, makes me sad, so I’ll […]
Sitting in the drive-thru of a fine fast food establishment, I was feeling well enough to put on pants and leave the house for the first time in four days. All I wanted was an iced tea. I had just picked up the kids from school. I told them that dinner was cooking at home […]
Okay, so this is another The Checkout Girl favorite, but the Grilled Cheesus episode of Glee left me with a hankerin for some Tomato Jesus. Call it a bonus. Call it a miracle. Call it delicious with some basil and mozzarella. Enjoy. Recently, The Bloggess posted this, which linked back to this, and then I […]
I cant think of a day in recent history when I less needed the kind of surprise I got. Yesterday, my new boss, with only two weeks of experience as a store manager under his belt, decided to give me some tips on improving my department, of which Ive been the head for three years, […]
This is a version of the story I told last night at my big comedy show debut. It was well-received and so was I. Thank you to everyone who came out to support me and to Richmond Comedy Coalition for making it happen. If you missed it, never fear, Ive got a few more tricks […]
Her: We wont always be poor. You’re a writer now. I mean, JK Rowling was REALLY old when the first Harry Potter book came out. Me: She was 32. Her: Oh. Well. Me: … Her: Well, you LOOK younger than she did. That’s why I got confused. She TOTALLY looks older than you.
My friend, Laura Watkins, a writer for The Virginian-Pilot newspaper, frequently brings me to tears, either from laughter or, you know, emotion. This piece she wrote about her mom was no exception. You can click on Lauras picture to see more of her writing. I highly recommend subscribing; you wont be sorry.
So, one of the lovely women I met in person at BlogHer, but was already a fan of, asked if I would take home a, ahem, marital aid that she was pimping, and then link to the, ahem, marital aid company on my site. Now, as much as Id sell out like an American Idol […]