My Ex-Boyfriend: The Pike
Another ex-boyfriend story for your reading pleasure… When I was fresh out of college and “on the outs” with the on-again/off-again boyfriend (Rockabilly), I was
Another ex-boyfriend story for your reading pleasure… When I was fresh out of college and “on the outs” with the on-again/off-again boyfriend (Rockabilly), I was
Well, fair readers, it’s official. I no longer live in the home of Wayne and Garth. Goodbye Aurora, Illinois. Hello suburban town MUCH closer to
WARNING: This post contains a poop story. It is highly inappropriate. It is (a little) graphic. It is poop. If you are squeamish (or eating),
Maybe that title was a little much. It’s not that I’m angry. Or jealous. I mean… it all worked out, right? As this is the
When I was 12, my mom was diagnosed with Hepatitis C after years of poor liver counts and ignorant doctors who told my mother (who
Brian was a really good sport as I chased my favorite characters around the four Disney parks. He was equally great about the pin-hunting, but
In order to make forthcoming blogs make a little more sense, I thought it important to explain the history of the ridiculous nicknames that boys
A bout of insomnia last weekend made me think of this story. During the second semester of our sophomore year of college, Penny and I
Hello World, This is Katie. I’m sure you’ve seen me mentioned in Chrissy’s blog before. Chrissy clearly has both writer’s block AND poor judgment, because
No, seriously…It’s friggin’ hot. Thanks to a faulty air conditioner…OK, maybe not faulty, but definitely not working…we’ve been sweltering for the last two weeks. Well,
Sitting at my kitchen table with my flavor of the week and my parents wasn’t exactly how I envisioned Thanksgiving 2006. But there it was.