I have a confession to make. I was going to describe this confession to make it clearer, but I think the clearest way to say it is to just confess it. I have never tipped a grocery store bagger guy.

I tip wait staff. I tip hairdressers. I tip my local Starbuck's baristo. I do not tip grocery store bagger guys.

I think this, like everything else in ( Read more... )

So I'm a nerd and decided to look up planets this afternoon. Since I'm starting my new job in a few weeks, I've had a little extra time on my hands when I'm not wrapping stuff up. Planets are creepy and interesting to me at the same time. So I decided since it is the day time, I'm surrounded by the human race, and have the wonderful distraction of ( Read more... )

Gardening. You'd think I'd be a natural since my dad used to sell farm machinery and we had an expansive garden when I was a child. Oh yeah, and I remember taking a class on how to grow stuff in school. So I grew up with it, I took a class in it, I should have no issues with growing shit, right? Wrong. I kill plants a lot. And while I've never had ( Read more... )

It's that time of year for me where I set out to find new successes and challenges. Who knew when I graduated from college, I'd be so impatient in letting some sort of a career develop? Bank didn't do it for me what with all the addresses I had to type. My first round at Capella didn't strike my fancy as I had hoped what with my endless days of ( Read more... )

I can't do it anymore LJ. I can't ignore you any longer. I thought I could leave you for blogspot, but it just didn't work. It's just not the same. It's roundabout. It's full of moms. It lacks your history, your charm, your ease and caring and understanding.

LJ, you complete me.

I was thinking about you on the bus today. I remembered all the fun ( Read more... )

Santiago loves to sit in the permanent pile of dirty clothes in Ryan's room. We got him a new bed that has an anti-chew feature, but he just isn't having it. Instead he favors the kind of grossness that is involved with laying in a dude's pile of dirty laundry. I guess you can't blame him though. This is the same creature who allows his nose to go ( Read more... )

Since there's no time to post since my boss is now forcing me to go to happy hour. But I've found two amazing blogs, friends. I did not find them because I know have a blog. I found them out of pure luck. One leading to the other. But they are wonderful time wasters if you are ever looking to waste some.

First, the blog that pure luck brought me ( Read more... )

Ugh. I started a blog. I know I mentioned before that I'm not sure what the difference between a blog and a live journal is, and I'm still not sure, but man. This blog thing has taken me by storm. I like it because it's different in the sense that I feel I am writing to an audience of moms who do nothing but stay at home all day and make cookies ( Read more... )

A baby puked on my boob yesterday. It was proof to both me and the baby that I am not ready to have children. Shortly after this, the baby started screaming like nobody's business and I ran away to change my clothes. Thus the weekend with the new Ramage-White came to a close ( Read more... )

I could say I was attacked by amazonian women while walking to the bus stop, but people would doubt me.

I could say that I broke my hands in a merri-go-round accident, but I don't hang out on playgrounds these days.

I could say that I've been out of the country for the past two weeks on a antique smuggling run in Persia, but I don't think Persia is a ( Read more... )