cashiers, 401K, Chipotle woman

I wish I understood how to make my ideas materialize. I saw a new reality show where you give your idea to some sort of wizards who make them happen. That's what I want to do, because I have tons of great ideas, but don't know anything about patenting or making protocols. Most of my... Continue Reading →

Stevey-Steve

Yesterday Steve took me to drop off and pick up the saturn from the shop. On the way home, I stole a glance at him in the rearview mirror and smiled. I find him to be so attractive between his hair, his freckles, his crooked smile and the way he acts like he doesn't notice... Continue Reading →

retail insanity

I went to Target today and bought (among a few other things) a pack of gum. "Would you like this with you or in the bag?" the cashier asked me. Seriously? I bought five things. If I can't find a pack of gum amongst four other things, I have no business handling the money it... Continue Reading →

my first (real) job

Before having a real job, I worked teen jobs. I babysat, was a counselor at summer camp, and ran an after-school tutoring program for Bancroft elementary from a church basement. But I didn't really enter the work force until my job at Knapp's. This is it:and for a flavor of the inside:When I needed a... Continue Reading →

trampoline, dried candy, croquet

I’ve lived in Nebraska for a few years now, but my home is still Washington. I spent my entire adolescence there, and even still, I miss so much about it. Such as:• My brothers• Mild weather• The words “freeway,” and “dinner” (I still cringe when I hear “supper”)• Good (and fresh) seafood• The Meeker Mansion... Continue Reading →

Wanted: normal couple of pals

Other than the fact that Steve is quite the opposite of fat, some days our life together is all too much like an episode of "King of Queens." Just today we were planning on what kind of couple we'd like to find to befriend, and how we would even go about befriending them. I suggested... Continue Reading →

couch surfing

I'm feeling pretty technologically advanced blogging from my couch. I've always been at the desktop until now, so I can no longer say, "this is where the magic happens," about our office. Steve calls it an office, I call it a den. Apparently that is confusing. I guess dens are more like rec rooms, but... Continue Reading →

dream with me

I dreamt (is that a word? dreamed?) that I babysat and afterward my mom told me I got ripped off. And not just for that instance, but every time I had babysat for the family in the past, too. I started doing the math in my head and realized that they had only paid me... Continue Reading →

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