My name is Elizabeth. I just got a master’s degree and I’m proud of that, but I’d rather spend my time critiquing really awful TV shows. Or even good ones. I have a husband and 2 cats. We are exceedingly boring. Normal, almost. We have large families, even larger circles of friends, but that’s only until they discover this blog and my Twitter feed. Sometimes I write about panic and anxiety. Sometimes I don’t, though, and those are the good days.
Welcome to the land where nothing makes sense, blog posts are sporadic and where you will inevitably see me step in it on Twitter for making a crass remark about a celebrity.
so i still think you are funny and you should be a columnist at a newspaper. but i read your Fanny May is broke rant, and this is my 2 cents (no pun untented) Buy the book “Rich Dad, Poor Dad” by Robert T. Kiyosaki. I will also email you (if you want) a section from another book I am reading. I agree with you Dad and your hands should have been shaking girl! But it takes real discipline and a cold wake up call.
There is also another book that I want to read, you being the reader girl may have heard of it, “When Organizing Isn’t Enough: SHED Your Stuff, Change Your Life ” by Julie Morgenstern
Let me know what you want it do, nothing, you got it covered, or need an idea….and I will email you some stuff. Or nothing…
Too bad we are not close enough we could have a glass of wine together! Miss you!
Kibs
Ha. I love your site. Very little in laugh makes me laugh out loud {though over time as I learn to relax and let my cheeks go – more and more does.
I have just given up 23 years of corporate life in the uk. rather presciently in appears if you watch the news. The reason why i left was that I decided to ‘find myself’. i do remember having me when I was about 17 but must have left me somewhere. I am 45 now, ‘guest’ writing on a friends website for an awesome company he is setting up. I post most days – if you care to read about this joruney i have set off on. funny though I haven’t even made it up the street yet.
take care and keep writing.
Tim Ocsko {logged as Stev Lowton – its complicated}.
Stories from the Street.
I like your blog. Nice free flowing and coherent expression. I may visit again.
ummm…so, yeah…did you learn nothing? it’s a WOMEN’S COLLEGE, not a girl’s school! xxxooo
that is too funny…I think about smokes everyday too…even dream of them….who says that I would be glad I quit?? oh did I mention I still have the 15lbs I gained from quitting??!!
You are my hero! I love your wit and can hear you talking to me as though we were having glass of wine on the porch (in comfy chairs), laughing, your animated, big brown eyes lthat speak volumes not to mention the way you raise your eyebrows that almost roll off the top of your head!!! You are one of the funniest girls I now and apparently, I’m not the only to think that! You go girl!!
Every day is a good day!!!
I have just stumbled upon your site, and have been addicted to reading all of your past posts. You are witty, smart and so much like me its kind of scary!
Thanks! So glad you’re here!
I loved ciggies, too. Have you ever tried e-cigs? My boyfriend introduced me to them. All nicotine in a cute little electric cigarette stick that even lights up at the end. It’s pretty rad.
Woman, Love this. I’m not a blog follower mostly because I have way too many hands-on projects to keep my eyes busy. But I think I’ll start reading yours – love it, love your angle – sometimes I think you are my more verbose, more articulate half.
XO-Em
So glad you’re reading! And yeah, I’m your other, BETTER, half! Ha! Love you – xoxo!
Okay this may freak you out slightly, but here goes. I have just had the following conversation with myself -
Me: Huh. She sounds alright, this Elizabeth.
Myself: Dude. What’s she got against olives? Pfft.
I: Ha! Babies of the feline variety.
Me: ((shock)) I think my Mummy friends are nuts too!
Myself: Mmmm…cigarettes…
I: LIME TORTILLA CHIPS AND CAPITAL LETTERS?!?! Must. Comment. (And. Possibly. Stalk.)
In short, I think that we are sisters and that you should pack up your kitties (see what I did there – kitties, not kiddies – clever!), grab your hubby by the hand and cross the pond to Old Blighty.
I have a flat in the city and a room with a view.
I will be sure to clean the sheets before you arrive.
With love and Naughtiness,
B