So 1973 was forty years ago. That must mean I am forty years old. Hmmmm. I don’t feel forty. But then again, I don’t know what forty is supposed to feel like. I remembered that turning thirty didn’t go so well (memories of laying in the fetal position somewhere in Rhode Island and no booze…
What he says: “The newspaper you are using to wrap that vase will leave a film. I bought you plain paper to wrap with.” What I hear: “You are doing it wrong.” What he says: “Be careful not to overstuff that box, your vases will crack.” What I hear: “You are doing it wrong.” What…
This has been a crazy week, deciding to list our house again for sale; scouring the market for our next perfect house; firing up all cylinders to reinvent my business and figuring out what that all means; planning J’s 4th birthday party in one week; working out the details of Senior Lunch to make sure…
I just ate three red and green sprinkled pop tarts – the holiday season must be here! For years now I have come to dread the holiday season. We never have a good place to put the tree, the decorations make me feel smothered and I am ready to go to blows every time I…
I can’t seem to control my obsession with romantic movies. I have to classify it as an addiction. The definition of addiction is any behavior that interferes with daily activities and prevents you from creating value in your life. That is my case with romance. It started in 2005 the first time I watched Pride…
