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It’s true.
I’m a cheater.
I cheated, and now I am confessing:
I’m now a blogspot blogger. I couldn’t control it. I didn’t mean for it to happen. In fact, I started the account as more of a random experiment and not really to start posting there instead of here. Then, I realized it was a fresh start. A clean beginning. A new day, and all that other ( Read more... ) -
A Room of Love's Own
Lately, I’ve heard at lot grumbling from a lot of marrieds (and unmarrieds) about the need for space that’s their own. We, as humans, are expected (in most cultures) to fall in love with our perfect partner. And with that partner, we are expected to spend 99% of our free time, unless otherwise prevented by some important event, i.e. Bridal Showers ( Read more... ) -
Pet Peevishness
I have plenty of pet peeves. I try not to detail them too much, because it would bore you. Really bore you. And you would probably like me a little less.
But today, two of my pet peeves need to be vented, because they are aggravating and most likely going to make me explode a little. When you hear them, I’m sure you’ll say, Really? This is enough ( Read more... ) -
The Upgrade Debate
I may be thinking idealistically here, but please just grin and bear it if you know I’m going to be eating my words in a few years.
Greg proposed about seven months ago, and when he popped the question, he opened a ring box to reveal the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen. Sure, it’s all the more so because he bought it for me, and it represents ( Read more... ) -
First Writ-pressions
First impressions are everything.
We’ve been told this since we were kids. That’s why we learn how to give a firm handshake, greet everyone with a smile, speak clearly, listen and dress neatly and appropriately for the occasion.
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Bridezilla on Steroids
There’s a breed of gym-goer that I never noticed until I became one: The Bride-to-Be.
You can spot these women from a mile away. They go through a natural progression in each visit to the gym. Around 90% of the time, they will be found on a cardio machine of some sort, but usually the elliptical. Why, you ask? Because during this heart-pumping ( Read more... ) -
Side-stepping like a fiend
It seems that answering a question directly is not possible in my office. Well, it’s not possible for my counterpart, anyway. After quite some time with no one to assist, she must have grown used to being on her own and without much to do. Finally, the position to which she is assistant was filled, and today I witnessed a conversation during which ( Read more... ) -
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I’m alone. My Goyo is catching sharks, and taking pictures, and generally being an amazing person. But he’s 543 miles away. Between you and me - I miss him. And it’s only been a day.
Tonks and I are spending the time bonding. We’ll take walks. We’ll have some girl talk. We’ll poop in the yard. Well, I won’t, but she will. Hopefully.
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Dayjob Dreaming
What to do?
I sit at my job, right now, looking out the window at a beautiful garden. I see people walking by that look happy to be here. I smell how clean it is and see how bright and airy this place is. I’m constantly greeted with kind words, and surrounded by people who are so nice that it’s impossible not to like them.
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Women's (Un)Lib
Something I heard just struck me as funny - One coworker was talking to another about her daughter’s husband. “Drew cooks just about everything, you know. He loves to cook.” The other coworker looked shocked, “Does he really? Good for her - she married smart!”
I guess in my mind, “marrying smart” is not something I would think of when considering ( Read more... )