What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stranger

Pam Week (It’s Like Shark Week, But With Cars) April 26, 2014

Filed under: Myths and Legends — meganorussell @ 10:00 am
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I must apologize for not having a fascinating story for you all this morning. I can’t write. I’m busy car shopping. Not that I need a car right now. I’m about to fly to Alaska for five months. But when I get back, I will have an immediate need of a car. And our dear trusty car, Pam, will not make it through Texas again, hence the car shopping.

I’m not a car person. When asked to describe my car I say, “The green one with the antenna topper that looks like Mickey Mouse dressed as Jack Sparrow.” (more…)


A Bridal Breakdown: Part One December 21, 2013

Filed under: Marriage Mayhem — meganorussell @ 10:00 am
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My husband and I got married on December 28th. We had a beautiful winter wedding, which I will tell you all about later. In the months before the wedding, I was interning at a theatre. Luckily, I was working with my husband, but being an intern meant having no money and no time to plan a wedding. I was living six hours from the wedding venue and working sixty hours a week. I was a nervous breakdown waiting to happen.

Five days before the wedding, the company decided to have a “Dirty Santa” party. (more…)


Polka Panic September 23, 2013

Filed under: Starting Off Strange — meganorussell @ 8:05 am
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The house I grew up in is next to the town playing field. There are two baseball diamonds, swings, a teeter –totter, tennis courts, and a mini-basket ball court. Not bad for a tiny town that doesn’t even have a stoplight to call its own.

There were a few advantages to living next to the playing field. When I had my disastrous foray into softball, my mother didn’t have to drive me to practices. It also makes for a very convenient place to play Frisbee.

There are also awful things about growing up next to the town gathering place. Like the boys from the baseball team peeing in your yard when the porta potties get too gross to be considered fit for human use. And then there are the town events: the riding lawn mower race being a true cultural phenomenon. But the one that gave me my very first nervous breakdown was the polka festival. (more…)