Weird stuff. Oddities. Strange. Perplexing. Interesting. I got a thing for anything and everything that describes the above. When I was a little kid I would get back home from school as soon as possible to watch reruns of Ripley’s Believe It or Not on Spike (you know the one hosted

$3 to make three hanging pom-poms, DIY-style. I’m usually extremely well-behaved during the week. Between free breakfast food at work and going to classes at the gym instead of happy hours at night, I can get from Monday to Friday without spending too much moolah. Come the weekend, though, and

I just spent the last few days in bed, sick. In that time I watched three seasons of “Sons of Anarchy” on Netflix and agonized over what to do if it was more than a little bug as I am currently uninsured. I spent a lot of time on the

Sore throat, congestion, a cough that sounds dangerously whooping, and more phlegm than you can shake a stick at comprise my current state of existence. I’ve basically been dying since Monday, but I’m using all my energy to emerge from a mountain of used tissues and Halls wrappers and help those

I was supposed to be going home to Massachusetts this weekend to celebrate my mother’s birthday. Unfortunately, I went from kind of sick to seriously sick right before leaving and couldn’t go. Apparently that is something my husband says ‘˜ happens every time’.  So, now I have been sick on