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    Because the word blog sounds like something that comes out of a person's nose. This blog is named after my old friend Sarah's manifestation of a dreamy Wyoming cowboy named Lance.
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    I'm a journalist who spends my Mondays through Fridays writing other people's stories, a chronic procrastinator who needs structure. I once quit my job to write a book and like most writers, I made up excuses why I couldn't keep at it.

    My boyfriend fiancé husband Joe (and new baby Henry) like to sleep in late on the weekends, which means I end up browsing celebrity tabloid websites while our dog snores under the covers.

    I created Lance to better spend that time. I thought maybe it would jump start a second attempt at writing a novel.

    I'm itching to get The Move On, as my dad likes to say. I'm 26 27 28 29 and I'm afraid if I don't start now, I'll get caught up in something else.

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Archive for June, 2009

Got insomnia? Ride your bike 62.5 miles.

28 Jun 2009

I’m going to try to update this briefly while I’m home. But let me warn you: my parent’s dial-up Internet connection is powered by a hamster on a wheel. It’s already crashed twice this morning. I’m gearing up for my bridal shower, which will take place under a circus tent in the backyard. Only a [...]

Bianchi almost got the boot.

25 Jun 2009

My stomach is in knots. I hate flying in commercial airliners. I never minded flying in my dad’s Cessna. But every time I take my seat in a commercial airliner, surrounded by strangers reading Stephen King novels and listening to iPods, I freak the frig out and watch in slow motion as my life’s happiest [...]

Why do I blogger?

23 Jun 2009

A friend of mine likes to point out, whenever he gets the chance, that blogging is a total waste of time. That friend, in case you’re curious, is Zipper Boy and I’m going to continue to keep his identity secret because he is still dating Zipper Girl might get back together with Zipper Girl. He likes to [...]

The tent diaries 6

12 Jun 2009

“On such a trip as mine, so much there is to see and to think about that event and thought set down as they occurred would roil and stir like a slow-cooking minestrone.” – John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley I was wrong about Wednesday’s post being my final tent diaries entry. I remember I wrote [...]

The tent diaries 5

10 Jun 2009

Just before I left Florida, my friend Ricci gave me a dragonfly, with this message written on the wings: “All that glitters is not gold. All who wander are not lost.” I’m sleepy now as I write this. Uninspired for the most part, sneezing in an auto repair shop, where I’m getting the oil changed [...]

The tent diaries 4

08 Jun 2009

Look at the pug’s face! Just look at how awe-struck he is standing at the summit of Pikes Peak in Colorado Springs in mid-June, his paws sinking into snow for the first time in his pug life. After spending two weeks in the Midwest lavishing in the company of friends, good food and pillow-top mattresses, [...]

Oh, wistful Regina…

05 Jun 2009

Hey. Let’s take a break from road tripping for three minutes and 17 seconds to watch Regina Spektor’s new music video. The song is called Laughing With and it’s off Spektor’s new album, Far.  For more on this lovable songstress and why, if you haven’t already enjoyed her music  you should, read my future sister-in-law Leilani’s post [...]

The tent diaries 3

02 Jun 2009

Now onto part three of this adventure, in which Missouri and Kansas treat me well. I regret not writing about Hannibal, Missouri, Mark Twain’s boyhood town. Folks in Hannibal say the town is the setting for Twain’s most famous stories. Tom Sawyer. Huck Finn.  Becky Thatcher. The whole wonderful lot sitting by the Mississippi riverbank in Hannibal. [...]

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