I hate shopping. I hate shopping. I greatly prefer sipping coffee to shopping. I never think "this would be a great day to try on pants!" My bestie is a crazy shopoholic. Given the above facts one would think it unlikely I would spend my day off shopping, but item five sometimes outweighs items one … Continue reading perfect pants…
it was a grand meetup…
Once a year Automattic calls an all hands meeting. A meetup. It lasts one full calendar week from arrival to departure and it is many things to many people. The one word standing out in my mind as I look back at the week I had is overwhelming. o·ver·whelm·ing ˌōvərˈ(h)welmiNG/ adjective very great in amount. … Continue reading it was a grand meetup…
polish and shine…
As I sat on my living room floor rubbing leather conditioner into my boots the smell of shoe-polish took me back about 30 years. Sitting on the floor of my parents living room floor, next to the fireplace, newspaper spread out in front of me as I polished my dad's dress shoes. Dipping the cloth … Continue reading polish and shine…
travel tales of a work at home cami…
In less than a week I'll embark on a work adventure with 260ish of my nearest and dearest co-workers. Over the last 18 months I've been at Automattic some of my colleagues have become close friends. Some are still total strangers. None the less we'll be all in one place for 7 days to work and … Continue reading travel tales of a work at home cami…
dyeing hurts…
Call it what you will, vanity, existential crisis, rebellion, or something else all together but I've been dyeing my hair for the past 22 years. I started life out with stick straight white blond hair but by the time I was 15 (the last time I saw my natural hair at any length greater than … Continue reading dyeing hurts…
looking a clothes horse in the mouth…
Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. I know the old idiom. And really, I get it. And I don't. Hi there, here's me being incredibly thankful for all the gifts handed to me in this life. But a clothes horse? That's another matter entirely. I have a lot of clothes, but I wear … Continue reading looking a clothes horse in the mouth…
a weekend by any other name…
Well hello, weekend, if that is your real name. It feels like it's been such a long time since we've had an earnest little chat. That's probably my fault. I've been too busy trying to keep with all the crazy shit the week throws at me in order to give you the attention you deserve. … Continue reading a weekend by any other name…
held captive in dark comedy…
Cut in on our hapless heroine. Curled up in bed furiously typing with her thumbs on the illuminated screen of her phone. The room is dark but from the glow at the edge of the black curtains we can see morning light penetrating her dim purgatory. Her bedroom acts as a holding cell keeping her … Continue reading held captive in dark comedy…
all I wanted was a cup of coffee…
You know that foggy fuzzy state your brain can succumb to when you've been on the go for weeks on end. Traveling, working, family issues, cat hairballs. These things can make the most collected person tired. I would go so far as to say zombie-like. This was just the case yesterday morning when I finally … Continue reading all I wanted was a cup of coffee…
a tale of two kitties…
While one cat curls up sound asleep at the foot of my daughter's bed enjoying the warmth of the heater and the quiet sound of her breath the other is running the length of the house and back in the blink of an eye. He weighs all of five pounds but manages to produce the … Continue reading a tale of two kitties…
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