About MeLaurie Koozer: Writer. Reader. Lover of all things Pittsburgh. Blogging Pittsburgh, readers, writers, pop culture and my book, What Happens on Sunday
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15 months ago from Twitter for iPhoneSnoopysteel: @yinzrreadin hehehe. Barb there's lots of wieners today. Mmmm
15 months ago from Twitter for iPhoneyinzrreadin: @Snoopysteel haha yes that's what your first tweet made me think of - office ladies & wieners!
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Tuesdays with Laurie Or, The Greatest Part Of Your Week Or, Yes, There Is Still Humiliation To Report Or, Are You Getting Sick Of This Yet*? I’m not really one to get stuck on material things, but that wasn’t so…
Today’s post comes from Sandy of orangechairblog, and is part of a special day of shenanigans from other Pittsburgh Bloggers. You can see my post over on Yinzster where, because it’s Tuesday, I share yet another embarrassing story about myself….
Tuesdays with Laurie Or, A Brief Interlude Or, The Confession Although I’m generally convinced that my entire life is one long awkward phase, there was a period way more awkward than the rest, mostly those years from fourth grade to…
Tuesdays with Laurie Or, Your Destination for My Humiliation Or, Why, God, Why? Or, How to Lose Friends and Indecently Expose Yourself at Work It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. It was another cold…
Tuesdays with Laurie Or, You’re Welcome, Alex Or, Something That Happened at Giant Eagle Or, Dumb Things That Happen Or, Another Wacky Laurie Story* (why hasn’t somebody filmed a madcap reality show about her zany life yet*?) If you live…
Because I know that it’s difficult for you to sleep at night without knowing what shows/books/music are currently entertaining me: Watching Brooklyn Nine Nine: Watch this show! You’re welcome. Nashville: I don’t know if this actually qualifies as watching since…
A couple of weeks ago The Husband came out of Eden’s room shortly after bedtime looking downright terrified. Terror isn’t exactly a new emotion used to describe our bedtime rituals, but something about this look was different. His face was…