I’m an enthusiastic sort of person. When it comes to doing something, I usually bring high energy to the table. I’m also a giver; I like to help out when I can. When I take on a task, I have attention to detail that goes to the point of annoying even myself. Finally, I just like to do a good job. It’s for that reason that I throw myself into whatever I take on, in addition to maintaining all of the other activities that are going on in my life. I don’t give up one thing in order to do another; honestly, I spread myself too thin about 90% of…
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Pressure Cooker
I have had a terrible day. Don’t worry; this post won’t be whiny. Well, maybe it will be, just a little bit, but I don’t intend it to be. I DO plan on ending on a high note after writing a very vague rant that really won’t give you much information at all. Where was I? Oh yes, Terrible Day, with a capital T and a capital D. It wasn’t the worst day ever, and my problems truly are not catastrophic in nature, so I’m thankful for that. But this day has been extra long: I woke up at 3:15, unable to return to sleep. Blech. In the past, I…
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We Interrupt This Warm, Post-BlogHer Glow For a Rant…
Dear Witch-that-lives-down-the-street, You really pissed me off a few minutes ago. There I was, innocently walking my rambunctious little dog-child down the street and on the home stretch when she, having to poo, veered into the front corner of your yard next to your driveway by a mere three inches. As she got into poo-position and started to do her business–for the second time on this particular walk–you appeared at your screened window and shouted at me, “Hey, could you not do that?” First of all, *I* wasn’t doing anything. But whatev. I replied to you, “I’m sorry, she had to go, and I already used the bag I had…
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Paradise By the Dashboard Light…
…but not tonight. See this picture? That’s a Shamrock Shake from McDonalds. Was that photo taken this evening? NO. It was taken a couple of weeks ago, when we treated ourselves to the newly available (for this year) Shamrock Shakes. I love those things. No, you don’t understand. I LOVE THEM. Not like some women love their fences, mind you, but I definitely have a weakness for Shamrock Shakes. I like them so much that, where most normal people will nurse a shake for oh, I don’t know, thirty or more minutes?–I risk serious stomach issues because of my borderline lactose intolerance, sucking that shake down in record time. Like,…
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From The “I Wish I Had Thought of This” File…
I was recently reading my new issue of Redbook magazine, and, well, you know nothing good can come of that because the last time I was reading a new issue of Redbook magazine, I had to post about this. But I digress. I found something that at first I wasn’t sure I liked the idea of, but after letting it twirl around in my brain for a while and then checking out the website, I have converted my thinking. Sarah’s Smash Shack is located in San Diego, California. What is it? Well, what does it sound like it is? I’ll give you a minute. Ready? Good. Basically it’s a place…