stolen moment

Usually married couples don't go on too many dates, but today Steve and I had a dual date. We went to a matinee movie, then tonight went out to dinner and to the Pete Yorn concert. I've never loved concerts. I have the CD already, what difference does it make to me? But Steve really... Continue Reading →

Vehicle flirting, Nalgene, Friday!

Driving to work today, I saw a few other people with their windows down. I always feel a connection with those drivers, because I know it means they also don't have air conditioning. There is no other explanation in 98º weather. I will let those drivers cut me off and I will smile because they're... Continue Reading →

Jacksons, Hamiltons, and Lincolns

What ever happened to cash?Remember this stuff? You used to receive it as a form of payment in birthday cards and after babysitting? Yeah, I used to love cash. I would make little envelopes and divide my meager earnings into them: presents, savings, my made-up club du jour's fund, etc. I saved fives and tens... Continue Reading →

endless rat race taking its toll

On days like this when I am cooped inside a cubicle staring out the window, I dream of life otherwise. I dream of waking up each morning, doing pilates, making breakfast, and reading. Then taking Tucker on a walk, write a bit. Run some errands. Run. Write. Repeat. Unbeatable. Instead, my cycle is more like... Continue Reading →

site hits, kioskmen, pretty bird

If you blog on Saturday nights, you're a diehard blogger. In that case, I am a blogging kingpin. But I do have cause to celebrate, for today I received my 1,000th viewer. If you want to get technical, it's more like I've had ten blog readers who have each viewed my blog 100 times, but... Continue Reading →

Not a girl; not yet a woman

In sixth grade, all the other girls at church were already shaving their legs, so I looked like Chewbacca in comparison. The girls started calling me “Chicken Legs” as a result. I had enough and decided even though my parents thought I was too young to shave, clearly I was too old not to. I... Continue Reading →

crazy beadcraft

My favorite store to go to as a child was the fabric store. Mom used to sew a lot of our dresses for us, so she would spend hours looking at patterns, picking out fabrics, and getting just the right amount cut for her. in the mean time, amber and i entertained ourselves by going... Continue Reading →

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