Recovering Californian

Actualizing narrative since 2009, or 1975 depending on how you look at it.

The Streets Are Paved With Gold!

I don’t know what it is about Portland, but I find money on the streets every single time I step out of the house. It started with our first visit here– I was finding pennies everywhere. I suspect that leaving pennies everywhere is some sort of Portland white guilt about the homeless, or maybe it’s [...]

Will Leggings Change My Life?

I’m blogging to you LIVE this morning from beneath my new sunlamp. I’ve christened it Tahiti. Tahiti sort of makes me look like an alien, doesn’t it? All I know is that I’m sure this is scarring Archer in some way. Like when he grows up, florescent light will trigger some sort of irrational hunger [...]

I Got Nothing Today

I had a cocktail last night. One cocktail and now I’m hanged. Barf-o-rama. And it didn’t help the sadds at all. So I’m going to send you elsewhere.
Three more videos for Back Fence PDX. Thanks, Brew!
I like Ken’s post.
Galadarling. I love this blog. She’s so upbeat and adorable.
This makes my mouth water.
Finally, Shelly asked in [...]

Things That Are Making Me Not Jump Off the St. John’s Bridge

Still having some sadds. I haven’t actually seen the sun since I left San Diego and Steve had been taking my car to work, and I’d been riding my bike. Except four days ago when I was riding and my back tire burst. I have an internal derailluer on my bike and I am a [...]

BEHOLD!!!!!!

I’m a tea snob, Internet. Of the douchiest variety. I won’t return to cafes that don’t serve loose leaf tea. I SCOFF (audibly) when offered bagged Lipton. And I hate Starbucks because Starbucks not only uses hot water from their espresso machine, which is too hot, TOO FUCKING HOT, but they have nothing but bagged [...]

Let’s Have Your Happy Time Under the Blue Sky

So Steve and I went to the Japanese market the other day and something happened in my brain. Not the same thing that happens when I go to Anthropologie and that thing happens where my frontal lobe goes soft and gently, oh so gently, it becomes okay to be a 30-something white woman whose only [...]

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