There are many things I don't like about myself. Dozens actually. Maybe hundreds, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. One thing in particular I can't stand about myself is how nearsighted I am (confession: I just had to google that. I always confuse nearsighted w/farsighted, even though it should be pretty self-explanatory). I don't... Continue Reading →
Confession: I am terrified of driving in the snow. I'm not from a snowy area. Give me ten inches of rain that floods the streets and I'd be fine, but give me a centimeter of snow and I begin to hyperventilate. I have a very loyal husband that offers to drive me to work when... Continue Reading →
My Valentine's day was low-key, which is exactly what I prefer. Steve made me a breakfast burrito this morning, then we worked in the basement. We had dinner reservations at Spezia, a nice Italian restaurant that neither of us has ever been to. We looked at the menu online and decided we'd rather go to... Continue Reading →
I'm nearing 200 posts and one year of blogging. I started my blog when I was unemployed and liked to fill my days with something other than Judge Mathis. I guess I didn't think much more of it than that. But it's done something for me this last year. It's reminded me what it's like... Continue Reading →
Indie (adj): abbreviated form of independent - referring to a fad that would hate to be called popular, but that's exactly what it is. Indie movies (or indie kids would probably call them "films"): Movies without a happy ending. Or, perhaps more commonly, movies without any conclusion for an end. Indie music: the music that... Continue Reading →
One issue Steve and I haven't yet found a compromise to is music before/during bedtime. My compromise is slapping a pair of earphones on him, his compromise is turning down the volume when I moan about it, only to turn it right back up when he thinks I've forgotten. I haven't. In fact, that is... Continue Reading →
This is my favorite road in the world. It leads to Grandpa's house. Grandpa lived in a large farm house that originated as one story. They added stories as the family grew, until it was a towering three stories tall full of eight kids. My mom is the oldest. We didn't live nearby, like the... Continue Reading →
Dear Chin,You're not a twin, nor a triplet. Quit trying to clone yourself and multiply all over my neck. *********************************Dear Stretch Marks,I hate you. I hate that I believed my mom when she said I wouldn't get you because she didn't get you. Too bad genetics aren't as predictable as we'd like to think. Can... Continue Reading →
Everyone is good at something. They have to be. This is the only hope I still hold out for the world. My cynicism has taken over every other nice thought I've had about people, but I still think everyone has some talent, no matter how worthless the skill is. And mine happens to be returning... Continue Reading →
I'm copying this idea from Autumn, who also always has something to say. Dear bitch who works at the Costco membership counter,All I asked for was a coupon book, not your right arm. I don't know why you had to tell me that a) they weren't being mailed out until 2/4 so (b) you didn't... Continue Reading →
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