My mom was going through some boxes today and came upon some "quotes" of my brother's--things he said when he was little that she wrote down ( Read more... )

I love ravioli. GOOD ravioli that is, I can't deal with stuff from a can. But oh, man, today I had some wonderful ravioli. I really am stuck in a rut though--it's pretty much become a given when I go out to dinner anywhere remotely Italian. And the strange thing is, my ravioli passion has only developed within the last few years. Anyone else have ( Read more... )

Urg. Nothing is going well at work today. And this project has barely begun. I've christened our new printer Damien, in honor of the possessed devil child in...some famous scary movie that I've never seen. But it's a very fitting name ( Read more... )

In the Writer's Guidelines for the math book we're working on at work:

When writing word problems, avoid: wizards, witchcraft, snakes, magic, cow udders

???

I'm one of those people who has a knack for picking the wrong lines ( Read more... )

My boss is in Boston all week, and her husband is in France, which means I'm running our office all by me onesies this week. It's kind of nice, because I don't have that much to do, but a little weird ( Read more... )

The psychologist in me finds it so interesting to see how different people can react to the same situation in entirely different ways. Conflict, for instance. I was over at a friend's house tonight, and two of my friends, a brother and sister, got into a pretty decently-volumed argument. There were four other people in the room, and we all reacted ( Read more... )

The following is a discussion I had with my brother this morning.

Me: *groggy* Taylor. When you finish the roll of toilet paper. PUT A NEW ONE ON.
Taylor: Well, I just figured they'd be in the bathroom like they always were.
Me: There is no magic toilet paper fairy. If you don't see any under the sink, it means it's NOT THERE. Taylor: I dunno, it ( Read more... )

I swear, the radio station is taunting me. It’s bad enough that “You’re Beautiful” has to play at least 3 times a day, but when they follow one round up with Macy Gray, it’s just EVIL. If someone called them with a list of my most loathed songs, just to be mean, I will find you.

So, Fiona Apple and Damien Rice are playing at the Concord Pavilion at the end of June. And I like them both. And I really would love not to go to another concert by myself. Takers, anyone? Bueller?