http://dumboidittyhead.com ...love Dawn Fri, 06 Aug 2010 14:23:04 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en I went to Rochester, MN with Cindy yesterday. We did the usual antique shopping on the way down. I bought this for Brenda for $1. Bwa, she collects “state plates” for some reason. Anyway, hope she likes it. We stopped for lunch at Jaspers Alsatian Bistro http://www.daubesbakery.com/jaspers.html in Rochester. It wasn’t just good, it was fantastic. The main [...]]]> http://dumboidittyhead.com/308 I got laid off from my job today. Sigh. And that’s all I’m going to say about that.]]> http://dumboidittyhead.com/los-argh I hate it when I don’t have anything funny to talk about but I’m going to post this anyway. Ha! A few years ago when I was working downtown I had a whole busload of people to scoff at and look down my nose at, but not this year.  We had Stinky Cigarette Lady who [...]]]> http://dumboidittyhead.com/the-magic-bus Last night Bob told me that many writers have a specific time to just sit and write. Like say, every day from 7:00 to 2:00 or when they finish 17 pages or whatever. They write, I’m told, anything, even if it’s crap. Hmm…I thought, I can do that, I can write crap for several hours [...]]]> http://dumboidittyhead.com/writing-more-crap I’m one of those people who like to join Internet social networking groups and then never visit the site again. Let’s see, I’ve joined Facebook, Twitter, Metafilter, a snark board whose name I don’t remember, LinkedIn, and now I almost joined the P. G. Wodehouse Society in the U.K. Don’t ask, I don’t know why, [...]]]> http://dumboidittyhead.com/to-join-or-not-to-join I took my big, fat, dimpled, white ass back to the gym. After sitting around on the aforementioned ass for the last six or seven months waiting for my sprained ankle to heal, I have become lumpy and lazy and lethargic. Spitting sounds. Bob came with me this morning to help me put together a [...]]]> http://dumboidittyhead.com/were-here-to-pump-you-up Have you seen them? They look like this. The cheeky little bastards got away from me somehow. Where do underpants go? It could be the underpants gnomes, you know how they are, stealing your panties, stock-piling them in their underground lair, doing God-knows-what with them. Whoever has them, please bring them back, I will pay [...]]]> http://dumboidittyhead.com/where-are-my-underpants That’s my little OCD quirk. Don’t we all have something we do that defies rational explanation? I don’t mean I just fold stuff that needs folding, I fold everything that can be folded, even against its will. I fold my underclothing, I fold paper, and I fold fitted sheets within an inch of their lives. [...]]]> http://dumboidittyhead.com/i-fold-stuff I have my very first guest blogger today, none other than my own Icky Child. Take it away Dani… I was looking forward to have a whole day to myself. Thoughts of pampering, shopping and freedom filled my very small head. The pampering consisted of a long-awaited massage which left me both relaxed and bruised [...]]]> http://dumboidittyhead.com/fitting-room-or-fun-house but doesn’t. I was only 18 years old when I had her. I was still very much a child and didn’t know a damn thing about “birthin’ no babies.” I was a single parent with no job skills. I worked factory jobs on second shift for four or five years. Says she grew up in the back seat [...]]]> http://dumboidittyhead.com/reasons-my-daughter-should-hate-me