I’ve been struggling with this one stupid database all day. All. Day. The good thing about having a new job in which you have very little background is that there’s always an exciting challenge around the corner. Life is certainly not dull, and you feel a real sense of accomplishment at the end of every…
Category: Things That Make Me Happy
Garrison Keillor and My Porch Swing
As I was falling asleep last night, I had a brilliant idea about what to write today. Then I woke up, and all of those genius almost-asleep ideas were gone. Sigh. You’ll have to make do with Monday morning ideas instead. I rediscovered this weekend that I’m a nervous talker. I had forgotten about that,…
Wasting Time
Last night was one of those times when I was immensely grateful to be out of school. I know that I used to love school, and school supplies make me giddy every fall. Still, it’s a luxury to go home and not have homework or studying to do every night. There have been approximately two…
Vacation Goals: Puppy! (and other less important things)
Today really requires more in the way of visual aid than text. Exhibit A: I’ve been snuggling that little guy a lot in the past few days. He has parasites, and you can feel every one of his ribs as a result, but the fluffy factor makes him a pretty irresistible bag of bones. It’s…
I Dub Thee “You’ve Got Mail Day”
I’m revamping the “About” section of the blog day, so check it out and pretend it’s another post if you’d like. It will be a couple of hours between this moment and the moment when anything is changed there, however. Patience, grasshopper. And now for the promised You’ve Got Mail moment. That’s one of my…
17 Again
In 10.5 short hours, my best friend from high school will show up on my doorstep, and I’ll be transported to the mental state of a seventeen year-old. I’m pretty excited about that. It’s not that I want to be excessively giggly or dramatic, which I think we both avoided fairly well for teenage girls. …
Predictable
Some people worry about what other people would find in their closets or drawers if they died suddenly, and I worry about what books people would find on my shelves. Why does a grown woman own all four of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants books?! That threat of potential embarrassment is what keeps me…
Small, but valuable. 