tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64683702008-05-12T11:50:45.596-06:00groovygrrlnoreply@blogger.comBlogger363125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468370.post-91014967246515275602008-05-11T17:23:00.001-06:002008-05-11T17:23:43.064-06:00

Dang. I missed it.

groovygrrlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468370.post-67635848466844001732008-05-02T19:54:00.002-06:002008-05-02T19:55:03.965-06:00

When I read this, I immediately knew how that guy felt. Imagine that the original guy is a teacher, and the company that wouldn't pay up is the school district. Discuss.

groovygrrlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468370.post-29716689540601443902008-04-30T18:42:00.004-06:002008-04-30T21:12:51.812-06:00

So, I was just off reading a blog. One of my favorites. Over there, on the right. Dooce. I had read, a long, long time ago, that she was sued by her publisher. Apparently, there was a misunderstanding about what she owed a publisher who changed the editor on her. She wanted to shop her book elsewhere, but the publisher had already expended considerable money and time on her stuff. Whatever.

groovygrrlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468370.post-75789854178312152902008-04-28T20:15:00.001-06:002008-04-28T20:17:58.666-06:00

Karl Urban. RrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrooOOOOWWWrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

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Yay! Thanks to Kitt, I can now see how many people are reading mah blog. Schweet! It's not that I didn't know how--all the geekery is in full force out there, and I just need to harness it. But I sit here at my computer, and have fleeting thoughts, like, "I wonder how many people read my blog?" but then I never do anything about it. And I was asked yesterday how many folks read this. And I

groovygrrlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468370.post-5308691527097002162008-04-26T22:08:00.004-06:002008-04-26T22:24:18.987-06:00

Need somethin' to entertain you? Don't live in Manhattan or thereabouts? Just cruise on over to Normal Bob Smith's site and read about the Amazing Strangers he sees. Some of my favorites: What are these dudes doing in those neon clothes? And why must we squat when we wear them? Why? This grrl caught Bob taking her picture. Uh-oh, Bob. That fist is menacing. You'd better scoot. This

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I just posted about Normal Bob Smith's Amazing Strangers. He wanted to know what my favorites are. While God is always a treat: My favorite posts are when he fills a page with an in-depth presentation of one particular segment of the population. For example, click here, and read up on the Peepers. God, Bob, you are hilarious.

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Hey, there. Being somewhat of a Luddite, I have no idea how many people read this blog. I don't know how to find it out, either. Therefore, I charge you, gentle reader, with commenting, so I can count how many of you hang on my every word. Let me know, Amy

groovygrrlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468370.post-52939538166323789072008-04-26T18:05:00.004-06:002008-04-26T22:08:11.668-06:00

Ah, springtime in the Rockies. 75 degrees one day, snow the next. Wind blowing all the apple blossoms around, ruining the perfect vision of a tree in bloom. You've heard it all before, you Colorado-dwellin' goobs. It's springtime! It's time for you to hear something else. I know you are sitting there, bored, at your computer (why else would you be reading this right now?), and you want some

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My good friend, Esri Rose, is being published in about a week. Her novel, Bound to Love Her, is a wonderful tale of good elves fighting bad in transcendent Boulder, Colorado. It's got sex in it, too! You'll love it, even if you don't enjoy romance novels. I loved it and I don't read the romance. I got to read it because I am in the precious "inner circle," and saw the manuscript loooooong ago.

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Yesterday morning, the fat kitty was crying for water. I was running out the door to work, but who can ignore the cries of a kitty? So I trotted downstairs and saw that the water was the reason, and turned to look for the small kitty. There she was, in the other room, lying down on the floor, on her side, with her legs stretched out, like she wanted to play. I would "psst psst" at her, and her

groovygrrlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468370.post-33093871634834176302008-04-14T19:14:00.000-06:002008-04-14T19:15:28.377-06:00

If I didn't use TurboTax, I would be abjectly insane right now. Note to self: go to the post office tomorrow.

groovygrrlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468370.post-80986089768512326542008-04-09T15:57:00.002-06:002008-04-09T15:59:26.030-06:00

Hey there, all you Internet friends. An article I wrote for Writers' Weekly was published today! You can read it here. In unrelated news, my asthma is preventing my lungs from expelling a soylent cough. Soylent cough is infecting people. PEEEEEEEEEEOPPPLLLLLLEE. *koff*

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Oh, we'll do a lot. Just check out the video my friend Esri Rose made. To promote her book on her blog, she held a contest, and the winner won...well...a ring. A possessed ring. A ring that is supposedly possessed by an incubus resembling Colin Firth. *shakes head* Oh, just go read her blog and catch up. Then you'll understand why she's interviewing a piece of jewelry. Hilarious!

groovygrrlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468370.post-71324717029405067632008-03-29T19:29:00.004-06:002008-03-29T19:32:00.659-06:00

You, too, can twitter. I don't quite know how I'm going to use it, yet, but it's interesting. You write very short posts. Others can follow your posts. My username there is: amykalinchuk . Twitter is based on the following question: what are you doing? I find it a little strange, still, but I'm willing to give it a try. It's another way to keep in touch. Or to write what I call "flash poetry."

groovygrrlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468370.post-83750551926298488122008-03-28T12:15:00.002-06:002008-03-28T12:16:31.612-06:00

So I did my taxes. Even with the businesses we have, even with all the medical expenses we have, even with all that--I still owe taxes. So I am going to change my W-4 and I guess my husband will have to get a job this fall. *sighs*

groovygrrlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468370.post-35881066624353499002008-03-22T21:25:00.005-06:002008-03-22T21:46:55.601-06:00

The Internet is a wonderful, wonderful thing. Okay, Kitt. This post is for you. And hey, all you Internet friends, this is for you, too, even though you probably know who Rex Smith and Kip Winger are. Kitt didn't know! This shocks me a little bit, probably because I am egocentric, and think that everyone remotely close to my age knows every little trivial fact that I know. Imagine my shock.

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So my husband says to me, "I bet you were one of those girls who loved Rex Smith." To which I replied, "Rrrrrrowwwrrrr." After which, it just flew right out of my mouth, I swear, "He's a cleaned-up version of Kip Winger. Rather, Kip Winger was a dirtier version of Rex Smith. Double-rrrrrowwwrr." My husband disbelieved this. I found the images to prove it. Please cover your keyboards with

groovygrrlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468370.post-72385526255425717332008-03-16T13:51:00.004-06:002008-03-16T13:54:22.396-06:00

I collect grammar errors like other people collect ceramic poodles. From a "beauty tips" website: "Vaseline applied to the feet helps to keep them soft and subtle." Oh! Thank goodness! Overt feet are so unseemly!

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I do! I do!

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*sighs* Yesterday was an exhausting day. Part of me doesn't know why I did this, but I did, and so I'll see it through. It was a crazy, amazing day. Yesterday was the Denver County Democratic Convention. I got to go because, as you might remember, I was voted in as a delegate at the caucus on Feb. 5. I went to that caucus because this election is important, and I wanted to be a part of the

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Indeed, I have. New book! New book! Best Soap Recipes: The Companion to Making Soap In Your Own Kitchen. You can dig on the propaganda here.

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Here is what it was like yesterday: Photo unabashedly stolen from kitt. Please go visit her vastly superior blog: http://kittbo.blogspot.com 75 degrees! Sunshine! Clear, blue skies! I couldn't get enough--I wanted it to soak into my bones. It was a lovely evening, too--not too cool, and breezy. And we wake up to this: That's my stoop. That's all the farther I wanted to go. But I

groovygrrlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468370.post-6160052862160004622008-02-25T20:42:00.000-07:002008-02-25T20:43:14.398-07:00

79 wordsSpeedtest

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From Kitt. 1. I was born in... Iowa City, Iowa. Go Hawks! 2. I absolutely HATE...chewing gum. I hate it when others chew gum. I hate gum. If you're going to chew something, then it should be swallowed! It's called FOOD. Try it. 3. When I was a little girl...I wrote my first book. Age 6. The Book About Some, Teeth.Yes, I put in a random comma. 4. All I need in life to be happy is...to realize

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