I had my annual appointment at the dermatologist last week. In case you didn’t get the memo from the American Cancer Society, you should see a doctor for an annual skin check just like you should see your doctor for a check of your other bits. I don’t want to chance it since I’m whiter than the whitest white girl. I’ve been going annually to a dermatologist for maybe eight years and I always leave the appointment disappointed. I’m not sure how to say this without sounding really demented – I want to leave the dermatologist’s office feeling violated. I mean, just a little violated. Like, feet-in-the-stirrups-knees-fall-open violated, not waking-up-after-a-dental-procedure-with-my-shirt-unbuttoned…

My friend John has been telling me to listen to Adam Corolla’s podcast for years. YEARS. But I never got around to it, even though many of the stories John would share from the podcasts cracked me up. Last night I was searching the tunein app on my Kindle Fire for something to listen to as I fell asleep. That’s a habit I’ve had for about 10 years now: more often than not, I have to have something playing to fall asleep. I prefer talk radio because listening to a story settles my mind and allows me to fall asleep. The TV would work just as well but since Lee…

These days, I feel like I can’t do anything unless I first Google it. “hiking in South Carolina” “making magic brownies” {oh, that was research for a friend} “choosing a web host for my new WordPress site” “ranking players for 2012 fantasy football” {that didn’t work out so well, shoulda just gone with my gut} So I Googled “making my first blog post” and the only link that caught my eye was from tinyhousefamily.com, where the writer was celebrating a year of posts. She shared that her very first post was inspired by the thought to “start where you are” rather than try to tell the past and future of…