You guys! This is so much fun!

Remember when I went on that dreadful talk show, hosted by that bitch, Katie Couric?

Well, I made friends while I was there. Because, you know, when you decide to take down that bitch Katie Couric, you should probably form an army.

Of course, I made friends with the wine moms (be sure to “like” their Facebook page: Mom’s Who Need Wine). One of the wine moms, the lovely Marile Borden, asked me to help with this boozy cool online book club.

So here we are!

This book club comes with WINE and AMAZON E-BOOK GIFT CARDS and RECIPES!

I purposely accidentally drank all of the wine. #SorryNotSorry

But hey, bear with me, I am going to give the first five people to comment an Amazon E-Book gift card. #Winning


Okay, so next Monday we are going to get back together and discuss The Missing Something Club by William Haylon. Go buy this book (or be one of the first five people to comment to get a free Kindle download).


The Missing Something Club’s description:

Kate was an aging baby boomer fully entrenched in mid-life crisis. Educated, literary, kids off to college and beyond, newly divorced, and no longer affluent. Suddenly isolated after a lifetime of steadfastly playing a role that wasn’t her. So she reluctantly posted an invite on a social networking website in an attempt to find others who were also missing something out of life. Five strangers responded, and they began to gather each week at a bar in Harvard Square, eventually sharing the secrets of their dispirited lives and attempting to play therapist for one another. 

The Missing Something Club is their unusual story. 

Basically these people are having a mid-life crisis, they find one another on social media, and they meet at a bar to work out their issues.

I call this “a typical Monday” in my world.

Go get your books! You only have until next Monday to read it all! It’s an easy read because it sucks you right into the story (I’ve already read it, and I have ADD, so I know you’ll be totally fine with a one-week deadline).


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book club cookie dough dip

Happy reading! Check back on Monday, December 1, 2014 for discussion!

I would also like to take this moment (since we discussed her) to let Katie Couric know that I am still totally NOT addicted to Crystal Meth… all these years later. Bitch.


I guess I have anxiety.

Living with anxiety seems fun and awesome. Especially since I have ADHD and my overactive brain is always on, only now it’s thinking about worst case scenarios.

For example, I think the world will come to an end in our lifetime. I think about it obsessively, but I have always worried about the End of Times, even when I was a little girl.

I sometimes wake Shaun out of a dead sleep and yell:


To which, without fail, he groggily replies:

It’s a damn train whistle, Meredith. Go back to sleep.

But you guys know that Revelation says that the seventh trumpet will sound, right? So pay attention and listen for that sound. And then say you’re sorry (really quickly!) for all the bad things you’ve done.

I typically do one sweeping, yet sincere, apology prayer when I think I hear the Jesus Horns.

Lord, please forgive me of all my sins ever, and I mean ALL of them. I love you Lord. Jesus died for these sins. I am so sorry he had to do that, because I am clearly a total underserving idiot. AMEN!

Really yell out the “Amen!” part. That’s how God knows you’re serious. We’re talking about your eternal salvation, folks. So this prayer is super important. You can thank me when you get beamed up beside me… (which will most likely be in the very near future).

Anyway, back to the anxiety.

I was sort of in denial about having any worrywart issues. But on the same day I found out about having “the anxiety”, this Facebook post appeared on my wall from my first-cousin, Julia:



So to help you survive, not only will I be teaching you the quick wipe-my-sins-away prayer for Jesus Horn situations, I will also tell you all of the other ways you can die. Our family survival tips have been passed down from generation to generation. It’s important to us to keep our high quality family tree thriving.

I’m basically giving away our family’s secrets. YOU ARE WELCOME, INTERNET!


1. Don’t take showers or baths during storms. Lightening can come inside of your house, strike you, and kill you dead.

2. Never ever EVER sit on a public toilet seat. Like, ever. Cholera. Look it up. It sounds awful, and it comes from poop water, which is the definition of a toilet. You can also catch something less deadly, but equally annoying… herpes. Herpes never leaves you. And a healthy crab can jump 10 feet. At a minimum.

In fact, my Aunt Grace (God rest her little soul), once threw away her panties at a rest stop because the top elastic part accidentally grazed the outside of toilet seat. She rode for eight hours in the car, while traveling from West-By-God-Virginia to Akron, Ohio, without underwear. She lived many more years after that… probably because she threw those cholera-infested underwear away.

3. Do not drive your car over snakes that are slithering across the road.  I feel like this one is super obvious. But just in case you didn’t know, if you drive over a live snake with your car, it can actually wrap itself around your tire and come into your car through the wheel well. Once it’s inside, it will bite you, kill you with its venom, and then eat your eyeballs out of your skull.

This would be a really awful way to go. We can all agree on that.

4. Tampons will most certainly lead to your death. The Mayo Clinic says: Toxic shock syndrome is a rare, life-threatening complication of certain types of bacterial infections. Often toxic shock syndrome results from toxins produced by Staphylococcus aureus (staph) bacteria, but the condition may also be caused by toxins produced by group A streptococcus (strep) bacteria.

Plus, they are for easy girls. Besides, God wants that sinful blood to come out of you.  He designed us this way. I’m almost certain there is a verse about this in Deuteronomy. I could be wrong here… But I doubt it.

5. Don’t talk on the landline during a storm. As my first-cousin, Julia, reminded me during our survival revival, “We aren’t supposed to talk on the phone either! Lightning can travel through the phone lines and kill you graveyard dead!!!”

Graveyard dead is the worst kind of dead.

6. Keep a supply of food in your basement or wash house, or risk starving to death after the tornado hits because no one is going to find you under the rubble for days.  A couple bags of potato chips totally works in this scenario. And maybe some canned pickles.

Consider storing some vodka as well. Not only will it help you cope with being under a pile of rubble for days, but it can also be used as an antiseptic if you need to perform an emergency leg amputation on one of your family members.

And don’t forget the toilet paper. There’s no reason to be covered in poop when you’re stuck under rubble.

Store nice clean underwear, too. The rescuers will probably see them during the ambulance ride because tornadoes are weird. They can blow your pants right off of your body. You don’t want to be embarrassed in your stained up period panties. Put on something pretty. For the rescuers.

7. Never eat bacon that smells funny. Tapeworms, people. Tapeworms kill.

(although I have been trying to find some bad bacon with tapeworms in it for dieting purposes – for years – I’m living on the edge here)

8. If you’re sick, you must only eat things on the BRAT diet, otherwise you will never get well again. What’s the BRAT diet? Bananas, rice, applesauce, and toast. You can add ginger ale, but adding a “G” to “BRAT” makes it hard to remember, and I don’t want to confuse you.

If you eat anything besides the BRAT diet when you’re sick… curtains.

9. Never pick up a hitchhiker or look them directly in the eye. All hitchhikers are ax murderers. Everyone know this. Don’t even make eye contact with a hitchhiker. They will jump on your car and come in through your windows. Eye contact is a murder invitation to them.

10. Don’t touch dead birds. Not only do they carry lice and rabies, they also carry whatever disease killed them in the first place. Avian bird flu? Yeah. That’s a real serious thing.

11. If you sleep in a bra, you will die from a heart attack. We never sleep in our bras in our family. This is why not a single one of us has been squeezed to death, by our bra, in our sleep.

If I get to pick a way to die, I will probably choose this one. Being squeezed to death, and suffering a quiet heart attack, while sleeping, seems like such a peaceful way to go.

But it’s a catch 22. Because if I do choose this death method, I am essentially choosing to end my life that night. So I’ll probably never die like this since I’m busy trying to stay above ground.

Knowing my luck, I’ll accidentally drive over a car snake.

12. If you sing at the dining room table, during dinner, your dog will die. My mom once sang at the kitchen table. She was asked to stop it. She didn’t. Later that night, her dog died. That’s scientific proof right there!

So there you have it.

Again, I don’t think I have anxiety. I don’t even think I come from a long line of anxious people. What I know is that we are all obviously very smart, braless, birdless, tamponless, full of common sense, logical, and alive.

And now so are you.



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