Confession: I am self-conscious. About many things, including the usual: stretch marks, pasty skin, crowded bottom teeth. But the most dangerous and ridiculous of all is that of my height. I have always found tall woman to be striking. They command attention. There's a reason models are tall. And I have always wanted to be... Continue Reading →
My current obsessionsas plagerized from JasonArgyleBoots CrosswordsDavids (Duchovney, Beckham)EbayFamily ManGoogle EarthHusbandImdbJigsaw puzzlesKeeping Christmas decorations upListsMemoirsNot using conditionerOvertimePirates song by Norah JonesQuesadillasRaspberry SmirnoffsScarvesTabooUs WeeklyVictoria’s Secret catalog clothesWalking instead of runningXing workouts off my calendarYearbook from People magazineZzzs on the weekendsAnd what I can do without: Angel perfumeBrunoClarks shoesDoo ragsElderly driversFleece hat and glove setsGrillsH1N1InTouchJon & KateKool... Continue Reading →
My husband's childhood was a polar opposite of mine. Sometimes I find myself a tiny bit envious of his colorful past next to my gray one. He lived in Germany, Japan, Colorado, Nebraska, Alabama... (ok, so I'm not jealous of all Steve's childhood). He moved, he saw the world, he met new people; all while... Continue Reading →
When I was pregnant, the adoption agency told me when I found a profile of a couple I liked, I could interview them. And yes, I cringed at the word too - thinking of some people showing up with $15 pens, portfolios and blazers. This is a child, not a job you can quit if... Continue Reading →
Oh the joys of having a dog. He barks incessantly every time someone walks by. This always seems to happen an hour before I need to be up for the day. He sheds all over everything. Even things that are taller than he is somehow. He hates to go outside in the snow and lets... Continue Reading →
So today while Steve and I were out and about, I requested he stop quickly at a nail salon so I could get my eyebrows waxed. He could stay in the car, it would just take a minute. He politely refused. He wanted to get home to watch the second half of the Stanford game.... Continue Reading →
There is a reason that I don't typically drink. And the reason can be defined in the hours between 6am and 11am this morning. My legs ache as if I walked a marathon. My voice sounds like I've been smoking for 600 years and my throat feels like it. I want to coat my entire... Continue Reading →
I have this reoccurring dream where I'm in school. And each night when I dream this, I panic and look in my notebook for what my next class is and what homework is due. See, that's just how I was in school. Doing homework the class before it was due, my teachers always thinking I... Continue Reading →
I just finished The Secret Life of Bees today. Originally, I was in a hurry to finish it so I could start The Bell Jar again (love Sylvia Plath!) but a few chapters into it, I was reading even more rapidly because of the way the story unfolds and every thing ties together.Any time I... Continue Reading →
A secret about me that people who think I'm tough would never guess is that I cry easily. Not at work, of course - sob stories during interviews make me want to laugh out loud; but at home, at the movie theater, reading a kids' book at Barnes - you name it, I tear up.... Continue Reading →
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