Picture this: You and I are dating, right? and we’re out on a Friday night, throwing darts at walls and drinks down our throats. The music is loud, we’re louder. It’s a fuzzy haze of flirtations and glances and leaning into one another’s bodies, building up the expectation for what will happen once we get […]
Archives for November 2010
I won’t be that girl…
So… The Sous and I made things official this week. So… yea… I’ve got a *gulp* boyfriend. Or something. It’s all very strange to say… Like, some sort of foreign language that you knew in high school but haven’t spoken in years. You know what the word means, you can even say it… it just […]
Jami Sings Karaoke
I feel pretty fortunate, as a single mother, to have loads of “me” time. My exhusband, for all the things I loathe about him, is a good dad. He’s involved, he always pays his child support and, in general, he’s flexible. He loves our son which, really… that’s all I could really hope for. I […]
Talk Me Down
Anxious, anxious, anxious… For the first time since moving home with my parents, I’m anxious… about money, about romance, about my responsibilities to clients, about that class I’m teaching with Hollis. Bleh! I’m always impatiently tapping my stupid toe, waiting on shit to happen, and when it does, I’m like, “OH NO! WAIT WAIT WAIT!” […]
Lookit what I found…
It’s small… And I’m not even sure if my privacy settings will allow you to see it if you’re not my friend on facebook (haha! /nelson), but look what I stumbled across today while I was uploading a video of my son kick ass on wii boxing. Does it get any cuter? Please don’t pay […]
Hand-Me-Downs
My parents had a bit of a whirlwind romance… Met, engaged and married in less than a year. And then, to continue with the theme, three children by the time my mother was 24 years old. I, as if you couldn’t tell by my generally spoiled disposition, am the youngest. My sister is four years […]
Wed Nes Day
That’s how I remember how to spell Wednesday. I say it like that… I’m a pretty shoddy speller. I blame technology. My generation was the first one with access to computer programs for typing in school and, I think, the part of my brain that was supposed to grow to help me become a gud […]
No, fool.
Listen you broad-backed, fat-backed redneck! If you spent less time eyeballing the candy selection and more time listening to me, you’d understand that I’m not some swindling car salesman trying to upsell you on fucking postage. What you asked for was tracking. What you want, since by your smell, I can tell that you likely […]
Drugs are bad kids.
There was a story on Jezebel that popped up tonight on my facebook news feed. Here’s the excerpt: Meet Noah Smith. He allegedly burglarized a home in South Carolina on Saturday night. A scuffle with cops sent him to to emergency room, where a doctor noticed that Noah had a mouse in his rectum. When police […]
Jami Howard used to want to teach Jazzercise, but realized she liked ice cream too much.
Link: I have arrived, chirrens. I’m teaching a class at Hollis Gillespie’s Shocking Real-Life Continuing Ed/Writing School/Drinking Club.