Introducing old movies to the boy child

When we moved into the new place, I had to start paying for my own internet. The company I went with also did satellite tv  service. I haven’t purchased cable ever — the last time I had cable was when I was living with my parents.

So of course, I did what anybody would do when first faced with cable for the first time in ages — I spent two weekends inside watching TV. I paid an extra $6 to get the DVR and am so super happy with my decision, though it has caused me to be so extremely lazy lately. I’m sure it’ll all balance out soon, but for now, we’ve been watching a ton of movies.

A couple of weeks ago, I introduced the boy child to The Princess Bride. This evolved into him acting out the swordfight between Inigo Montoya & The Man in Black all over my living room. All of Fezzik’s jokes were lost on him though because he couldn’t understand his accent. Bummer. All in all, he loved it and I was thrilled. (more…)

Update on some super serious stuff

So, from time to time, I share little bits of information here and things get complicated and confusing and you’re all, “Who is Ginger again?” And then you’re like, “How hot could the Hot Single Dad really be?” “Can we please get a picture of just how granny those panties really are?”

Well this is a serious update, folks. This blog post will forever put to rest the saga of… (more…)

Revelation In My Laundry Day Panties

My new apartment doesn’t have a washer and dryer. Well, we have one, but it’s in the super creepy basement and it’s tied in with my downstairs neighbor’s utilities, so I just don’t really want to use it.

Dee-lite was out of town this weekend so I asked her if I could go over to her house and use her washer and dryer to get my laundry done. While I was there, I watched TV, had a Woodchuck cider and a fudge pop and updated my OkCupid profile (again). The chaos of the last two months has left me feeling a bit reclusive and I’ve realized lately that I’m being a bit of a hermit. I’m choosing to stay home rather than go out with my friends or go on dates. Truth be told, I haven’t been on an actual date since October. (more…)

Am I the only one in love with my fat ass?

I haven’t always loved my body… In fact, I couldn’t honestly say that I love my body right now either. My tits look older than they should (thank you lactation + stretch marks), my stomach and hips are riddled with stretch marks and resemble a knotty pine table, with ever-lengthening lines, but my ass! Oh – my ass!

I love my ass. (more…)