Are you new here and wondering where in the world to begin? Fear not, dear reader(s). Listed below are some of my favorite posts. Check 'em out:
Meg's 25 things. That Facebook meme that was going around last year? I turned it into a blog post.
If Mommy and Daddy Outsourced Customer Service. Voice response system for parents to use to manage the neverending demands of their children.
How to cook ravioli in 23 easy steps. I thought it was funny that the bag of frozen ravioli included 7 whole steps in the cooking instructions. Turns out, this post from 2008 still gets viewed daily because apparently, people turn to the internet time and time again when stumped about how to cook frozen ravioli.
Freakish feet. More than anyone ought to know about my messed-up feet. This one still gets lots of hits, too, and I shudder to think why.
Having a field day. Sheds intense light on why I'm a spectator of sports and NOT a participant myself. It all goes back to my elementary school field days.
Rick Springfield. This post has also earned my blog more hits than it would otherwise have gotten... it's about my experience seeing him in concert in 2008, compared with the first time I saw him a hundred years ago in the mid-1980s.
Shake Shake Shake - or else. What happens when two parents get out for a rare date, only the martini bar doesn't have enough shakers to do the tableside shake-and-our routine?
Phone book fairy tale. The story of how my parents and Curt's parents had numbers in the same phonebook before either of us was born.
Why you'll never see me vacationing in an RV. There are probably scores of reasons, but one ultimate deal-breaker.
Damn you, Five Guys! Reasons why it's very dangerous that I live within three miles of a Five Guys Burgers & Fries.
Ode to my first car. Because today's teens need to experience the right of passage which is driving some uncool wheels.
Ode to Curt's first car. Or, the story of how I almost didn't meet Curt's family because his car HAD NO BRAKES. (Yes, way.)
Inside every woman is a little bit o'stripper. Your hostess visits Coyote Ugly in Las Vegas, dances on the stage, lets those girls pour shooters down her throat, and lives to tell about it.
Stay Chez Soup for inauguration. Last year at this time, the Washington area was all abuzz at the prospect of renting their homes, or rooms therein, for ridiculous sums of money to pilgrims coming to the area for the Festivities. Sadly, this little sales pitch of a post resulted in exactly ZERO bookings.
Mixed-up theology. The story of how a bunch of kids showed Santa the True Meaning of Christmas, after which some helpful men directed traffic by brandishing the Light of Christ.
SNAKE! Holy SHIT, there was a SNAKE in my BEDROOM!
Herb gardening in 16 easy steps. Let's just say, I have many fine qualities. A green thumb is not one of them.
We've got spirit, yes we do. I observed at a Redskins-Steelers preseason game that the scantily-clad ladies shakin' it on the sidelines weren't so much Leading Cheers as they were suggestively dancing. Not that there's anything wrong with that - I was simply questioning whether it belonged at an NFL game. Well, a local daily picked it up and a bit of a shitstorm ensued.
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