When I was a wee little Lizy my mom used to do this thing called running errands. It was when my four hundred siblings and I would pile into our minivan and Mom would go places. Or, we’d stay home while she did Very Important Things and inevitably when she got back I had to stop playing Barbies and help carry in like eleventy thousand groceries. Running errands was a very grown up thing to do. Now I’m a grown…
You needn’t worry: everything is okay and nothing that I know of is on fire. You just gotta know that Mother’s Day is a terrible holiday and I don’t understand why it’s celebrated. I’m not just going off on a silly diatribe; I need to be taken seriously for like 800 more words, then it’s back to our regularly scheduled programming. Mother’s Day is a day for acknowledging, privately or publicly, that we appreciate and love our moms, right? Whether…
Like any good story, it all began with margaritas. Hope and I were working the bar at El Rey with narry a customer in sight, an unusual scene for a sunny Tuesday afternoon in Cloverdale. She posted a selfie of us with an accompanying request for comrades to come tell us jokes and buy our tequila. Jim and McGowan answered that call. As we all hung out while Hope and I made cocktails, we got to venting about a certain…
I did a grown up thing and quit my job. BE PROUD. Training for a marathon takes up a lot of time and so does work and so does school. My work time is split across several different restaurants. I quit this particular job because the energy I was giving it was detracting from other, more important things. Two important bits of my life right now are completing this marathon and doing well in school. So there goes over half…