Rhythm.

Henry Winkler. 1

My birthday was yesterday. And it was actually pretty great this year, despite my literally not planning anything until Saturday when three separate people asked what I was doing for it. For some people, this would have been a point to cue sad violins and perhaps shout ‘I DON’T KNOW, WHAT ARE YOU DOING FOR ...

Inherited belief.

When I was 10, my mother took me to see the Molly Ringwald teen pregnancy scarefest For Keeps to show me that I shouldn’t get knocked up before I was ready, but didn’t like us watching ‘The Jetsons’ because she felt that it was ridiculous and offensive that Jane’s ‘job’ was to take her husband’s ...

Balance.

Woke up early today to do interval training. I’m still on my couch, though, because a) I need to eat something first and b) I have to rethink this running training thing. At least for this week.

Acceptance.

Part 6 in my ‘not suitable for Jeopardy!’ series. The day I wrote about farts got me my second-highest pageviewing figures ever. Well done, people. Well done.

Decorum.

(Part Five of the ‘Not for Jeopardy’ anecdote collection. This is the least ladylike of them all, so far.)

Regina George. 1

(The fourth in the ‘not suitable for tv that old ladies watch, but indicative of a fairly boring life’ series. Click back to Thursday on the calendar to start from the beginning) A quickie today, which is an addendum to yesterday’s tales of failed attempts at practical joke glory.

Ed McMahon and Dick Clark. 1

(The third in a series of ‘Tame, Yet Not suitable for “Jeopardy!”‘ stories.) I have never been good at practical jokes, largely because I am truly awful at keeping a straight face and I can’t lie to save my life (possibly literally*). I’m also generally not a malicious person. Generally.

Fighting.

(The second in a series of ¬†fairly tame, but not-suitable-for-‘Jeopardy!’ stories that started yesterday.)

Paternity. 1

My audition is in less than a week and I still haven’t finalised my stories. In the next few days, I will post some brief anecdotes that *I* would consider safe for supper hour television, but that the fine folks who make the show would probably not appreciate.