Christmas observation

Gee, nothing quite says "Your mom thinks you're a nutcase" like unwrapping a Dr. Phil book on Christmas morning.

2002: Look back in disbelief

If I had to pick one moment from the past year to sum up my experiences in 2002, I wouldn't pick one of the saddest, most upsetting, or most stressful (of which there were too many), or one of the happiest (of which there were too few). I'd pick one of the weirdest.

Picture, if you will: Me, drunk off my ass, bellowing into the Gulf of Mexico at three in the morning that I am a woman of honor, dammit.

Yup, I believe that about sums it up.

A sentiment and a poem for 2002

If I can survive 2002, I can survive anything.

( From In Memoriam A.H.H., Alfred, Lord Tennyson )