When I went back to work last year for the first time in 10 years I had a moment of panic and excitement over a new work wardrobe. It was more like a total freakout.  And actually preceded the actual getting of the job. It was while I was starting to look for work that the panic … Continue reading work wardrobe…

I was happily sitting using an internet connection that was not my own so I could work while waiting for my daughter to get out of class.  Best of both worlds kind of moment.  I'm here waiting when she gets finished and I'm using my time wisely to get work done.  I was feeling downright … Continue reading and then it went down…

I haven't had cheese puffs in years.  Excuse me.  Cheese Puffs.  They're a proper noun, right?  Anyway, Cheese Puffs...  I try not to eat them because they have absolutely no redeeming value.  Except the cheesy puffy goodness I recall from my youth.  The savory fluffy cheesy goodness melting on my tongue. Yum. So even though … Continue reading I don’t even know what to call my cheese puff post…

I've had my iPhone for how many years now?  Many.  Let's go with that.  I wasn't one of those that stood in line for hours waiting to pay far too much to be an early adopter.  I wrote blog posts siting the insanity of that.  I still feel that way (though I covet so many … Continue reading life in the palm of my hand…

I'm about to bash bicyclists in the city of Portland.  Yes.  Even with the "bikes are sexy" photo over there (they are).  Even though I love that Portland is a bike friendly city.  Even though I adore that we have a city you can get around without a car.  I'm about to say something bad.  … Continue reading transportational outcast in pdx…

Of all the sentiments humans have learned to express through words, love and longing may be the ones to which the most time has been committed.  Love notes.  Songs.  Poems. Tales of woe are often the flip side of a tale of love.  And then you have your chick flicks.  And the greeting card industry. … Continue reading words: of love and longing…

I don't know how old I was when I realized that my dad's name is Bob because even after I knew that to be true there seemed no reason to say it.  To all the world he was Bob.  Well, there were a few people who called him Robert.  And his mom calls him Bobby … Continue reading words: a name…

Four letter words get a bad wrap.  Head.  Duck.  Beer.  Mush.  Blog.  All fine perfectly respectable words.  All containing four letters.  No more.  No less. Yet four letter words have a well known reputation for being bad.  Nasty.  Dirty.  Wrong. Baby is a four letter word.  As is word, love, like, high, good, nice, cake, … Continue reading words: the four letter variety…