Queen Mediocretia of Suburbia

Putting the TMI in absentminded

Month: November 2006

  • How to Excite My Husband

    How to Excite My Husband

    (That title is the third in a series of suggestive titles for my friend Marcia.) This is the view from the hotel. Gary was a little blase about the trip until he saw this view. Since then he has done nothing but try to throw things out this window. This is a photo of him…

  • Barenaked Update

    Barenaked Update

    Hey! They have The Internets here in Chicago too! Therefore, I am posting with the laptop, and even posting dark non-Photoshopped photos. Yet. So far, all we have done is travel to the concert: from St. Louis to Chicago to a cab that cost as much as our plane fare, to the El, to another…

  • Package

    We are off to the Big City tomorrow for four days. My carry-on is my only “suitcase” and it contains ONE bra, four undies, and extravagantly, two pairs of jeans only because Gary said it was raining and one might get soaked. I know, I am a freak. Gary of course has clothing for every…

  • Turducken

    It’s almost thanksgiving, and this year I’m ignoring it all together, especially after last year’s Thanksgiving Day triumph. First, I’ll be in Chicago, second there’s the Divorcee Soiree to organize, and then there is tea. Tea on the 9th at 4:30. The Tea Gimmick this year is that it’s a low-key costume party. Everyone must…

  • OH Come ON

    So I was at the Friday’s tonight, trying to eat some ribs. First off, these ribs were dry and tough. They were “saw off the bone” tender. Plus, they had a severe curve, so I got sauce on my cheeks. This little piggie had scoliosis. I decided I could turn the dinner around if I…

  • Thank You

    I was chatting with the Starbuck’s barista by work and she mentioned she was originally from Vancouver. I wondered, Hmm, perhaps she’s that nutty Canadian who left the graffiti in the 3rd floor office bathroom. A few years ago, someone left a paragraph’s worth of ramblings on the wall that went along the lines of:…

  • Music Therapy (Part the First)

    Post? What post? In Which I Possibly Endanger My Husband’s Job… [redacted]

  • Music Therapy (Part the Second)

    Sigh. Yeah, publishing the song felt good. It was therapuetic. But as Gary pointed out, it was about his job, and he doesn’t want to be a victim of second-hand dooce.

  • Yeah, This is How We Vote in the Suburbs!

    Here’s what happened Tuesday morning at my friendly neighborhood polling place: Gary and I were almost at the front of the M-Z line. The only person in the A-L line finished her conversation with the A-L election official and left, which was the wrong direction to go it seemed to me. A-L turned to my…

  • Not to be Mistaken for Irstie-Kay Alley-A

    Not to be Mistaken for Irstie-Kay Alley-A

    In the past twenty-four hours, there have been 500+ hits on my blog. After a momentary flush of “Oh, this rocks!” I realized they were all due to hits on google/images, search.live.com/images, search.msn.com/images, etc. The object of the mass search? Kirst – wait … Irstie-Kay Alley-A. (I’m already getting enough hits for that woman’s photo.)…