That’s the question I was asked as I was paying for my lunch at Ram’s Horn today.  (Hey, don’t knock it.  A breakfast-lunch is delicious.)  Apparently if you carry a legal pad and some papers with you, you must be an employee of a law firm or other legal organization. Now, I know the guy [...]

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My life is nothing if unpredictible. This weekend Mom and Dad helped me prepare the house some more.  One of the projects was painting the “Rock Room” red. (For your reference, the Rock Room is a room where I will house CDs and rock and movie memorabilia.)  Also for the record, my parents hate the [...]

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This weekend has been ridiculous.  I’ve been floating in between crises at work and trying to be ready for moving this week.  It’s been less than a full success and, at times, I feel as if I’m going to literally just crawl into a ball and cry my eyes out.  I haven’t felt like this [...]

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When our new lock could not be placed on the old front door at The House, The Mister was convinced we had to get a new door.  I convinced him otherwise.  Money’s not just floating around right now.  Doors are expensive. This is what happened: Ever since I set eyes on that photo I can’t [...]

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A work collegue and I were discussing an upcoming deadline today and in the midst of discussing the fact that we weren’t going to have to question certain people in a case he said something that I didn’t realize was so profound at the time. “The devil’s in the details.” I’ve heard this phrase before.  [...]

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In honor of Michael Phelps’ historic eighth single-session gold medal, I figured I’d take a dive into the proverbial pool.  So for your reading enjoyment, here are eight things not normally found in the Olympics that I have mastered well-enough to earn me the gold. Drinking water. I know, everyone drinks water. This is an [...]

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We closed on our house Thursday.  After a minor (yes, only minor) meltdown, I was off to the races to pick paint colors.  I’ve been living in white and beige apartments so long that my heart called out to a color–any color–to save it.  “Please Mr. Yellow (yes, Yellow is male), please help me.”  (Mr. [...]

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I’m at an impasse with this piece I think, so I figured I’d treat it as an exercise and get feedback. Let me know what you think–check it out above under “Untitled–2008″.

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I was having a heart-to-heart with The Mister Sunday night about my fears and worries and general malaise lately.  By “heart-to-heart” I mean he’d listen for a long time and then wait for an opening to tell me I worry too much and place too much emphasis on being happy.  Fair enough.  But when I [...]

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Why is it that I can’t ever get somewhere right on time? Is there some sort of cosmic underpinning to my activities that lends to either an early or late arrival and never to just being on time? I noticed that again this morning when The Mister and I took Rocky to the vet.  Early.  [...]

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