Showing posts with label Tea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tea. Show all posts

Friday, November 30, 2012

You Know Who Else Likes To Party? MY MOM!

Pinky McLadybits






I don't know about you, but I am excited to read the book The Revolution Was Televised about the television series Lost. Jack almost wasn't the leader! (Boing Boing)

Kentucky: The Florida Of The Midwest. (Gawker)

I take that back. Florida, full of Floridians from what Bella Swan tells me, is much worse. Tell me, smarmy asshole lawyer, how is that man acting as a responsible gun owner when he is firing eight times into a vehicle of unarmed teenagers? You motherfucker. (NBC News)

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Figgy Rants: The Wonders of Chamomille Tea

Figgy





GOTCHA! You thought this was gonna be a hate-filled post, didn't ya? Well shows how much you know,  Smartypants McSmarty. Today, I am here to love. Because Chamomile Tea is a miracle and everyone should know about it.

Let me give you some background.

There are two things I'll always associate with my grandmother: Clouds of Givenchy perfume, and chamomile tea. One of my earliest memories is of her fixing me a cup with plenty of honey and lime juice to make my stomach feel better after I'd eaten way too many cookies at her house. She's one of those grandmas, you know: when they're not feeding you, they're giving you money to go buy more food. Pretty awesome until you start getting stomach cramps at night because your stomach didn't like the fifteen million cheetos you tried to cram it with earlier.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Things Rusty (And Everyone Who Has to Interact With Her) is Thankful For

Rusty



It’s been something of a stressful year for me; since last Thanksgiving I’ve finished a Master’s program, completed an internship, experienced sporadic employment, moved back home to work on a book, and helped my family adopt two exuberant German Shepherds.

It’s been a bit of a ride, is what I’m saying, and while I’m incredibly thankful for my health, my incredibly supportive and loving family, and that the earth hasn’t fallen into the sun. All of those things are wonderful. But there are also a handful of more tangible things that keep me sane and functional. Here they are: