A Twinge (Or A Fork) In My Conscience

A fork in the conscience is better than one in the eye.  Of course that made no sense, of course it didn’t. This is my point, which I actually haven’t made yet, but will now:
I have been lurking on my own blog.  What happened was our hard drive went all apeshit and demanded overtime pay [...]

Filler Up

Yeah, it’s filler day.  I got nothin.’  I’m going through one of my periodic cognitive shut-downs.  MYH keeps asking what I’m thinking about, and the sad truth is:  nothin.’   Or to be more accurate, the usual mish-mash.
I’m concerned about the situation in Myanmar, and now China.  I wonder for the nine millionth time why [...]

Again, With The Funny

Someone used the search term “justice for hedgehogs” and stumbled on my blog.  HAHAHAHAHAH! Ohmygah, ow, ow, ow, the laughing, it hurts, ow.
To you, intrepid seeker of justice for hedgehogs:  please disregard my cackly laughter, and continue your righteous campaign.  My cackling is not meant to disparage, I’m just easily amused.

Makes Me LAUGH

Somebody stumbled onto my blog by using the search term “shame the hedgehog.”  
Whaaa?
And, more importantly, why?  Why shame the hedgehog?  What did the hedgehog do to deserve shaming? Did it perhaps, oh, I don’t know - SELL ITS SOUL TO A BUNCH OF OKLAHOMA CITY BUSINESSMEN?
Oh, no, no.  The hedgehog wouldn’t do that.  That [...]

What I’m Doing Right Now

Writing this post.  But in the more general way, I have been hibernating.  I know.  It’s spring and I’m supposed to pounce or whatever, but you know, sometimes a girl just needs to camp out on the couch with a chef salad, a stack of dvds, and a bottle of tempranillo and call it a [...]

Cold Toes

Whoa, nelly.  Lost a few days there.  And believe me, I’d much rather have been here with you than where I was all weekend, my arm halfway to China up a toilet’s ass.  Yechy blech.  Moving bites big buttery ass, yo.
Currently, Grammy has cold toes and a really bad attitude, so she will not inflict [...]

I’m Back!

And you didn’t even know I was gone, did you?  Thought I just got lazy, did you? Thought, “Oh, there goes Grammy with her capricious, sometime-bloggy nature,” didn’t you? 
Yes.  I know.  It’s fine.  We’re all friends, here, right?  Be honest.  
Notice how artfully I avoid telling you where I’ve been.  MWAH-HA.  Grammy may have news [...]

Things I Should Know Better Than: #1

#1:  Eating a huge tub of pasta salad less than an hour before boxing class.  Ugh.   
It is possible that I have blog-xhaustion.  I’m just staring at the screen, doing my allergy-caused mouth-breathing, waiting for the perfect post to waft into my tiny little mind and shoot out my fingers onto the keyboard which waits [...]

Wicked sick

Sorry about the lack of Gramminess, loved ones.  Grammy has been laid low by her tonsils, which have swollen to testicular proportions despite many applications of Theraflu and Maker’s.  
I’ll be back soon.  Don’t forget to slop the hogs and get Fredo to move that riding mower under the porch before it rains and there’s [...]

Not that kind of Grammy

I suddenly realized that some folks might be under the impression that I named myself after a music awards program.  I did not.  At least not on purpose.Hereafteruntoforward be it known: “Grammy” shall refer to a particular scrawny, bent woman suffering from shin splints and a bad attitude.  There she is!  That one!  In the [...]