Hey! Do you want to avoid Salmonella and all other manner of stomach mites that may make you very close personal friends with a toilet bowl until you want to die? Okay, then. Read this list of things that have recently been recalled because of their epic disgustingness, or propensity for cutting off a finger.
Yes, you, put down that vending machine ham salad sandwich and read this.
Husbands all around the world just suddenly found something interesting about those sweat pants you sleep in. The possibility that you’ll take them off and want to have sex while you sleep! No? You don’t think so? How do you know? According to researchers, Sexsomnia can affect anyone. Do you know for sure that you aren’t afflicted with possibly the best sleep disorder ever? People! If your nocturnal emissions are uh, no longer a one person activity, have no fear. You’re not alone. Other people are boning in their sleep too.
Sex…too magical to be contained with consciousness. Continue reading
When the 1980s ended, I, like most women, thought I’d said goodbye to permanent waves forever. I grew out my final perm in 1993 and switched to a more natural look. My friends and I experimented with straightening irons and laughed at our “big eighties hair” in old pictures.
Imagine my surprise when I saw an article about perm revival in the NY Times. “It’s got to be a joke,” I thought. I did a search on Google and found many other articles about permanents. I was in shock, much like my mother must have been when flared jeans came back in style. Continue reading
Yes, disposal. Are you shrieking NO! NEVER!? Bursting into tears? Wondering where I live so you can bomb my house?
Let me explain, using trees as an example. Trees have life-spans. Certain types of maple live for about 75 years, then they die and must be cut down. Sometimes it’s wise to cut it down when it’s just very sick.
For books it’s not an exact comparison, but it does happen that eventually a can book get very worn, very dirty, very mildewed. At that time, you should put it in the paper recycle (read details for your local garbage collection, some places want you to remove the hard board covers of a hardback book). Continue reading
It’s that time of year again, summer is officially (according to the unofficial calendar) upon us.
Can you sense my excitement? No? Have a seat, let me explain.
I grew up in, and currently live in a beach resort – America’s Favorite Family Resort, to be exact. It’s a small island where 9 months out of the year the population hovers around 15,300. The streets are quiet, the stores and restaurants (the few that remain open, anyway) are easily accessible (no wait times!) and you rarely hear a police or fire siren. The population trends older (or at least if feels that way) and sometimes, when the wind blows just right, I swear I’m living on the set of Gilmore Girls … just a little more Jersey-er. As boring as it can be – I have grown to really appreciate and enjoy it; and by the time the last weekend of May passes, I’m clinging to those “happy thoughts” with every fiber of my being. Continue reading
You’re either a Cubs fan or a Sox fan. You can be a Sox fan and live on the North side, but you cannot be a Cubs fan and live on the South side. Sorry, this is the way of the world. Pick a side and stick with it. How do you know which side you are on? Here’s a quick guide. Continue reading
I grew up a nomad of sorts. My family was transferred around the country every year or so, and I kept that tradition well into adulthood. My first year in NYC was spent in a gorgeous, spacious apartment across from the Brooklyn Museum, during which I lived out of a suitcase. Possessions were just…unnecessary. And cumbersome. Why bother? Continue reading
Welcome to our new house, aka Wednesday. This is where we’ll be from now on because I’m a neurotic who needs to check this post every five seconds and my Thursday schedule isn’t conducive to that. Continue reading
The following is part two of an account of my gastric bypass. (Part one can be found here.) It covers the diet during the first year and some of the challenges you might face living everyday life after having the surgery. The above picture is me 10 days post op. I weighed roughly 300 pounds at the time it was taken. Continue reading
Editor’s Note: This report on the situation in Alabama was written by Writesforfood, please show her some appreciation for sharing with us. Also, thanks to Michelle Lepianka Carter of The Tuscaloosa News for use of these amazing photos.
On nice, sunny spring mornings in my town, I used to wake up to the sound of lawnmowers and leaf blowers.
Not anymore. These days, the sounds that wake us are those of chainsaws firing up and heavy equipment rumbling past the house.