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(Thank God it’s not FRA-GEE-LAY.) Boy, oh, boy, do I ever have a rant for you guys this week. But it’s going to have to wait. Right now, sound the trumpets, please! For Bachelor Girl hath won an award! OMG, you guys!! I never win ANYTHING! This award comes to us via one of my very favorite bloggers in the . . . → Read More: It’s a Major Award! I’ve been reading and thinking a lot lately about what we eat and, more importantly, why we eat what we eat. In Mark Sisson’s The Primal Blueprint, he postulates that humans did not evolve to digest and metabolize grains effectively, and this leads to insulin resistance, weight gain, fatigue, lowered immunity, etc. In other words, it . . . → Read More: To Carb or Not to Carb Chihuahua and The Guy do not get along. To be more accurate, I should say that Chihuahua hates The Guy’s guts and wishes he would leave. And in Chihuahua vocabulary, leave = die. A List of Chihuahua’s Recent Transgressions: 1. Peeing on his bed. I think a person’s ability and willingness to deal with kitty litter is sort of like paper towels: You’re born with a roll of a certain size, and every time you’re faced with kitty litter, you metaphorically tear one off, clean up the kitty litter and throw it away. I used the majority of my roll before . . . → Read More: On Kitty Litter Oh my gosh, you guys. I apologize for my WEEK-LONG absence, but my limited ability to deal with bullshit and stress kind of imploded last week. Please note: I need to talk about a lot of bullshit in this post, but that will almost certainly offend my mom, my more conservative friends and readers and, perhaps most . . . → Read More: That’s Just Kitty Litter, Man. Or, At Least I Didn’t Do Something This Stupid at My OWN Wedding. (Although There is Still Plenty of Time.) —- So Saturday night, The Guy and I went to our friends Tiffany and Bob’s wedding. It was very lovely and sweet, and the sit-down dinner reception, held at Sam’s Town Hotel & Casino here in Shreveport, promised a . . . → Read More: Coulda Been Worse The last time I used anatomical terms in a Bachelor Girl post, my mom wouldn’t speak to me for two days except to tell me how disappointed my grandmother would be. So I’m going to try to do this…gracefully. STOP LAUGHING. —- So yesterday evening, I had to send The Guy out for…supplies. Of the “feminine hygiene” variety. It . . . → Read More: Here He Comes to Save the Day |
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