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Clutter Clingers
My husband schlepped 15 boxes of stuff through three moves into our final resting place here in Point Loma (I am never moving again). I finally asked him what was in them. He did not know. They were soggy and stunk of mildew and one weekend I finally got him to deal with them. Good thing they had gotten wet at one point, because the only thing keeping him from hanging on to most of this stuff was the smell!! But what a feeling of relief to finally get rid of them. There is nothing like a good purge. As an aside, I remember reading that you used to workout at Bodylines Fitness. I went there, too! My trainer was Tim.— October 5, 2008 11:12 a.m.
Too Rude
Right ON, Matt! We need more men like you in the water. Because that's what you are - a man. Those bullies are boys.— October 5, 2008 10:59 a.m.
The Angry Malcontent: A Musical
I went to a formal occasion on Sunday night and wound up being thrown out of a bar in Ocean Beach at 11:45 p.m. Still in my formal dress. Certain people invite trouble without trying. I feel your pain.— October 1, 2008 3:30 p.m.
Comfort Food
My comfort food is boxed macaroni and cheese - I used to have to have Kraft, but I now have graduated to Amy's Organic. On top of that (in a bowl, of course - a plate just will not do) I pour unheated tomato sauce from a jar. It can't be the chunky kind, just marinara (I COMPLETELY understand the sauce thing - I won't eat it if it has chunks). I eat this with a fork, stabbing at the marcaronis until I get a forkful. The ritual is almost as important as the food. My wonderful husband looks on, disgusted, as I eat this concoction, shaking his head. He always gets a little concerned when the box comes down, wants to know if everything is okay. "No threat honey, just a need you can't fill." Then he laughs and says "I can't believe you guys ate this growing up!" My sisters eat it this way, too.— September 26, 2008 12:36 p.m.
Moron Proves Theory of Natural Selection
I'm thinking Paul McCartney vs Ted Nugent. I'm a super-rich weirdo who made my money on my more talented bandmate who had the misfortune of getting killed by some crazy guy who loved Jodie Foster and am now trying to get the credits reversed from Lennon/McCartney to McLoser/Talent. Ebony and Ivory - let's not even go there. Getting close to Michael Crackson - even worse. But the NUGE would kick his skinny, I hate Heather, I eat only grass (I am a vegetarian, BTW), oh, God, Linda, please come back, my daughter is making a fortune riding on my coat tails, ASS! Kill it and grill it, baby!!!— September 17, 2008 7:43 p.m.
Marriage and a Band
Not only do these guys rock, they are incredibly nice people. Amy, if you are reading this, I hope you are still loving your "Bust"! Lorie— September 9, 2008 2 p.m.
Schmooze and Partake
God is Santa Claus for adults, and politics is show business for ugly people.— September 1, 2008 1:04 p.m.
Intellectual Delinquents
"poolside at the Promenade luxury-resort condominiums, across the street from Sears." Love this.— August 29, 2008 10:46 a.m.
We Sisters
Rockin' like Dokken! That is hilarious. I met the drummer for Dokken once. I was enrolled in a real estate class in Scottsdale, Arizona and one of my fellow students was a topless dancer at Babes or something like that. When we passed the class, a group of us went out for drinks and she brought her boyfriend. About ten minutes into our celebration, my friend, Marc, whispers in my ear "That dude is in Dokken". I was like, "No way!" Sure enough, it was him. He was totally fun. I think his name was Nick.— August 27, 2008 1:55 p.m.
Child's Pose
Yoga is great for helping to control those freak-out moments in our lives - you know the ones? I need to get my butt back to my yogo class and your column inspired me. That aside, your column does just get better and better. I am taking a creative writing class from your co-author, Thomas Larson (great teacher!), and I use your column as part of my required reading. I can only hope to write as well.— August 27, 2008 10:27 a.m.