Pamela Ribon

Month: June 1999

  • big time

    big time

    UPS in time for my PMS There’s something in my eye.  Despite the fact that my left eye is all teary and inflamed, I’m still cranking out my entry. Everything I do, I do it for you. Yesterday I received a package in the mail.  It was a very heavy box.

  • hot sweaty backs

    pamie packs a punch “Oh, hey,” Eric said to me last night before we went to sleep, “we don’t have to get on a plane tomorrow, do we?” “No,” I replied. “Good.  I don’t want to get on another plane for a while.” Although the family reunion was a lot of fun, Eric and I…

  • “how’s gramma?”

    Family Feud ain’t got nothin’ on us. (I’m writing this on the 24th because I will be on a plane on the 25th, so we’ll all pretend that I’m writing this tomorrow) I forgot to mention yesterday that the one thing that kept me going during the new Advanced Tae-Bo tape was the fact that…

  • backwards jumping jacks

    and why there’s a bruise on the back of my leg I got the Tae-Bo Advanced Live 2 in the mail the other day and I tried it out on Monday afternoon when I was sitting around being quiet.  I wanted to hear Billy shout for a little while. I was all prepared to write…

  • little voice

    I’m feeling a bit better Well, what happens when you sit around your house for two days feeling sorry for yourself and not talking? Your voice comes back. Not completely, but enough for me to come back to work.  Enough for me to get out of the house, which I really needed.  Last night I…

  • Silent Nights

    Here’s the deal. I have no voice.  Because of that, I am going to be spending quite a bit of time at home.  Alone.  Without internet service.  For some reason I cannot connect at home at all, and it’s driving me crazy.

  • I’m No Edward Norton

    how poker is ruining my life I know too many with a Gemini birthday. My wallet is bare. “Hi, sleepy pamie. Quit playing poker at night. You look like shit, girl”.

  • rage and ennui

    how to write an award-winning one year journal So, here we are.  One year later.  One year of Squishy. I guess it’s been more of a journey for me than for anyone else.  I didn’t use to think of things like Doogie Howser.  Now every time something happens someone either pops out with a “This…

  • zzzz

    talking in our sleep I feel absolutely terrible today.  My face is all puffy, my head is stuffed up.  My voice is all rough.  My throat hurts.  I was up late last night feeling sorry for myself and not making things any better. What is it that compels me to blame other people for my…

  • Weekend Recap

    Weekend Recap

    and an open letter to Mike Myers Dear Mike Myers, Thank you so much for making the sequel to Austin Powers every bit as much fun as the first one.  I laughed so much I didn’t even mind Fat Bastard, nor the fact that my loud, obnoxious laughing made the people behind me put a…