Laugh Out Loud

Day 42 of 365

I have funny friends. I mean, really hilarious friends. We are, naturally, funnier together… it’s a blessing, I know. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t eek out at least a pale representative of my obnoxious laugh.

Somewhere along the way I decided that my laugh was embarrassing. I tried on all kinds of laughs, mimicking others, stifling the uproarious explosion that was being held behind steel bars. Holding back only lead to even more embarrassing outburst of frantic laughter at inopportune times such as when people fell down stairs or make serious but completely awkward statements.

Then I met one of my favorite people, Rachel, who has, without a doubt, the best laugh ever. It’s loud. It’s fantastic. I heard it and my pent-up laugh of origin, like a suppressed accent, demanded to be released. It didn’t matter what she was laughing at, I just needed to laugh along with her in full outrageous volume.   I was working with the best team ever and we were funny together.  Oh, the good ole days 🙂

It was at the same time that I met one of my most hilarious friends. I refer to her as The Bircham but she prefers KT. Frankly, she calls me Miranda, so I’ll be calling her Bircham whether she likes it or not. She is funny but, together, we are completely unstoppable. I mean, we crack ourselves up. This girl needs her very own TV show (which she’s already named “The Flats”). Too bad the world doesn’t find us quite as amusing.

Recently, KT and I (and actually a lot of other people in our circle) have been plagued by the need to suppress said laughter for reasons of noise control, professionalism, and well, flat-out censorship. We’ve been developing various methods that I thought I ought to share with you along with a bit of the Bircham and Miranda comedy routine.

Laughter Suppression Methods:
• Hold your breath
• Inflict pain on yourself (I prefer biting down on my knuckles)
• Inflict pain on others (well, that’s KT’s suggestion… she’s such a gangster, and as she edits this blog, she corrects and says “others is plural-we like to do it to more than one person… or I do)
• Think about something that is not funny (imagine someone dying… in a not funny way)

The Great KT/Miranda Comedy Routine (that only we think is hilarious): Continue reading “Laugh Out Loud”


It’s WANTED Wednesday and this week the thing at the top of my “Wanted” list, of course below world peace and the end to poverty, is this specimen above.  No it isn’t the bearded lad gazing off into the wild blue yonder.  The object of my affection is this most awesome Threadless Tee by Loy Valera entitled “Friday, I’m in Love.” Never before have I seen the lyrics to the same titled Cure song illustrated so effectively… come to thing of it, I’m not so sure I’ve ever seen the lyrics to “Friday, I’m in Love” illustrated.  Nonetheless, this shirt is WANTED.

See if you can figure out all the lyrics… if you need a cheat head over to

So, I leave you with a little Cure for the road…

And don’t forget to head over to to create your own WANTED posters!

What’s it all about?

in a fog

Dear Reader,

What’s it all about?

And by all, I mean me and this blog

If you’ve been reading my blog at all, dear Reader, you’ve figured out that I am pretty much all randomness, all the time. The fact that my “About” page has been under constructions since, well, blog construction began is another clue that I haven’t quite got it all together let alone come up with a cohesive theme for this here blog.

So how do I answer “What’s it all about?” In the words of the great Tynisha Leon of Dasheen Magazine, “I am what I am and I is what I is…and I be makin’ it do what it do.” Okay, so I don’t know if this is really a direct quote but as she’s sitting across the table at the mo’ and I told her what I was having her say, I think it’s alright.

This journey started with the words of another great:

Continue reading “What’s it all about?”

Dear Dairy,


 Dear Dairy,

(no, I didn’t just misspell “diary”)

I’ll start out with complete honesty.  I love you, Dairy, but we are just no good together. 

 I admit that all I have to do is catch a glance of you from across the room and all those feelings come rushing back.  Though I wish it would, the honeymoon never lasts, Dairy.  You must admit that you know this is true.  I end up hurt and resent you for it.  You deserve someone who can love you fully, with no regrets.

The longer I stay away from you, the easier for me it is to deal with missing you.  There are others in my life that can fill your shoes as long as I don’t think about it too much.  I know that nothing will ever truly be as wonderful as you, but it hurts too much and I just can’t do it anymore.

Every time you knock on my door in the form of melty brie deliciousness or torturously decadent chocolate fondue or even the scant pat of butter on a dinner roll, you suck me back into your clutches.  It takes all of me to resist you.  Sometimes you sneak in, disguised and treacherously seeking me out, I end up in agony. 

Our last encounter left me bedridden, my head pounding in my hands, my stomach twisted, my throat raw… is this really what you want for me?

In the words of Boy George, “Do you really want to hurt me? Do you really want to make me cry?“

I chose to believe the best about you.  I don’t want to think that you hurt me intentionally.  I know that, deep down, you are really good and loving and nurturing.  Like I said before, we are just not meant to be together, you and I.

I’m sorry Dairy.  I never meant to lead you on or cause you pain.  Just to clear the air, I’m not ending things with you for someone else.  I’ve also ended things with Tomato, Eggs, and Corn.  There are just too many of you in my life and I need to be alone for a while.  Not even one single M&M…

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to have a relationship with you so please don’t ask me to remain friends.  It’s time we both move on.

I love you… Goodbye.


How about you, dear Reader?  Any love/hate relationships with food groups in your life?  I’d love to hear your stories and solutions!

Addicted to YHL

Hi. My name is Mariah… and I’m addicted to YHL.

For those not you NOT in the know, YHL stands for Young House Love. I can’t remember exactly when I got my first fix but I vaguely remember it being as a result of a shared link from a Facebook friend. I just HAD to click… didn’t I?

Anyways, I’ve been following [Read: stalking] this fine couple of bloggers for a couple months now and have been completely engrossed by their most recent DIY undertaking: the 3-in-1 office/playroom/guest room. They asked about our own multi-function spaces and it set me thinking… always a dangerous thing.

I’ve been plagued with Renter’s Syndrome. Since I moved on from my parents’ nest over 12 years ago, I have lived in at least as many places. Each move meant new views, possibilities and challenges. With each new space, the same questions came up:

  • What function does this area need to serve? (plan)
  • What do I really need? (declutter)
  • Where do I store the stuff? (organize)
  • How do I make this feel like me? (decorate!)
  • In the end, I do my best but I come up to the same wall. It’s a rental… what can I really change? So I adapt to the space and make the most out of it but things like navy blue carpet and puce green refridgerators… well, I just had to suck it up.  Luckily, I live in a house I like that is owned by awesome friends so the hideous misfortunes don’t befall me here but there have certainly been some doozies over the years.

    Wondering how my home has become so stagnant, I realized, it’s because I’ve managed to say in the same place for a couple years now. For the last year I’ve been flying solo in my 3/2 and I got used to filling up the entire empty place with, well, stuff. My old roomie’s empty echo-y room became the guest room with two picture hung oddly on nails that were already there and a forever-inflated air mattress. Not exactly the Martha Stewart welcoming but it was a place to crash. The office, well, it’s an explosion of art supplies, junk, books, games, computer, junk, exercise bike, things that need to go to other people and junk.

    YHL has inspired me to take a new look at my space and use my four questions above and I think I’ll tackle the office first. Here is my office in all its ridiculous clutter when I got home from work today:


    I decided to begin the de-cluttering process while thinking through the question, “What function does this area need to serve?”

  • I need a place to work out
  • I need a place to sew and an open surface (or easy to clear area) to work on craft projects
  • I need a place for all the paperwork, office-y duties and storage
  • Above all, I need a writing space
  • So, there’s the multi-function need: office/gym/art studio/writing cave


    I’m pretty organized so, believe it or not, all the junk will be gone after a quick hotspot fire drill (thanks FlyLady!).

    There is something that just has never jelled in this room though. Probably has to do with it being the dumping ground of all out of place things for the entire house. I need a clean, flowing, clutter free space where my mind can wander and not think, “Geez, I really need to file last month’s bills.”

    All décor aside, the first issue is the closet. It’s really ineffective for the type of storage I need. Some shelves (using this YHL tutorial) should do the trick.


    The only other built-in storage area is this ventilated shelving slathered niche that greets you as you walk in the door.


    It’s just, well, untidy and unattractive. Solutions? I’m not sure just yet. So, here are the befores… stay tuned to see what a weekend’s progress will look like!

    So here’s to the beginning of a project! John and Sherry, I love you guys! (And of course Clara and Burger too!) Hopefully I’ll have some awesome Reader Redesign pics to send your way soon! All you Readers, check out these wonderful folks and their extensive list of “How To”s HERE

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