tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12619544371742960402024-03-14T00:21:45.490-07:00It's the Quiet Ones You Have To Watch Out ForBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485noreply@blogger.comBlogger982125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-78980909396599258232022-11-27T13:31:00.001-08:002022-11-27T13:31:55.076-08:00Blog greetings--TO
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------=Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-4984025454630976542016-06-17T09:30:00.001-07:002016-06-17T09:30:49.417-07:00Last Day of SchoolIt's the last day of second grade for my daughter. Of course I forgot to take the obligatory last day of school picture. Maybe it's not so obligatory compared to the first day of school picture. Of course, I didn't take that one either, but that's mainly because I was working two hours away that day. Today just blame my ineptitude.
Having a child is a way to relive your childhood and all your Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-14266209436099255722016-05-26T00:27:00.002-07:002016-05-26T00:27:34.601-07:00Father's Day
Father's Day is coming up, and it will be a day on Facebook full
of sappy tributes. My tribute to my dad isn't sappy, but it also isn't with ill
intentions. It is what it is. Knowing that it could be misinterpreted, I very
likely won't post this on Facebook. Please know that it isn't meant to be
snarky or malicious; it's merely from my scant memories.
***
I was from a Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-68638495641513255012016-03-23T11:29:00.000-07:002016-03-23T11:29:03.050-07:00Sugar If there's been one consistency in my life, it is my dear friend Sugar. Sugar with a capital "S" because it is always with me. I'm never an hour or two from my favorite vice.
So with much trepidation I gave up sugar - namely desserts - for Lent 42 days ago. (Let's not even go into that Lent is more than 40 days or why I'm participating in Lent because my relationship with Catholicism is Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-57037994294946194022016-02-02T09:00:00.002-08:002016-02-02T09:00:26.718-08:00Two random irritationsSometimes something just irritates you for no particular reasons. Sure, the reason it irritates you may be because of some repressed association with something else that irritates you. Or there may be no logical reason at all.
Here are the two things that have irritated me in the last week for no apparent reason:
1 - People who have their phone set to make that obnoxious clicking noise every Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-22789430358951241522016-01-26T22:51:00.001-08:002016-01-27T15:43:53.469-08:00Things that stress me out, including Unstable DictatorsA more apt name for this post would be "Things That Don't Stress Me Out." But that would end up being a blank post.
I feel so anxious...all of the time. I don't know why I don't have a Xanax prescription because whoo-eee I need one. I guess it's the whole "I don't like doctors" thing that outweighs the "I'm a freaking mess" thing.
This week's thing that REALLY stresses me out is my daughter's Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-69087100601745402772016-01-10T01:10:00.000-08:002016-01-10T01:10:34.676-08:00Mission: KindnessMy New Year's resolution is to be kind(er). Think before I speak or type more. Encourage more. Lift people up more. Compliment more.
Blogs, for the most part, seem a place to complain. So the blogging thing could be more challenging if I fully embrace my New Year's resolution.
Because, really, who wants to read a blog of motivational phrases? Honestly, not me. And probably not for anyone who Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-79594209248263392772015-11-28T21:32:00.004-08:002015-11-28T21:32:44.852-08:00This and thatSometimes it feels like Blogspot is a time machine back to 2008-2010. It seemed like so many people were doing blogs back then, and one day it all just stopped. I guess Facebook replaced it with status updates? It's like a ghost town here. As I look through my blog subscriptions, I wonder what all these people have been doing since their last post in 2010. That's almost 6 years! There are Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-82000344579499421242015-10-31T22:44:00.007-07:002015-10-31T22:44:52.671-07:00Path not taken
Most of the guys I dated back in high school and college
started out as my friend, usually for months but some for years. By the time we
started dating, I usually knew them really well, knew their parents, and the
transition to dating was almost seamless.
There was one guy where that didn't happen. We met on one of
the first days when I went off to college. We met each other in the hallwayBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-127327634935658952015-10-14T16:27:00.003-07:002015-10-14T16:27:50.498-07:00Long HiatusIt feels good to be back after a long hiatus--mostly caused by the weirdest work assignment I've ever been given. If I told you what I normally do and then what I did for September, you'd go, "Huh?"
So did I. I said on numerous occasions, "It makes absolutely NO sense for me to be doing this."
After the longest blogging hiatus I've ever had on here and being back for a couple of weeks now...Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-37061491494755289032015-08-10T11:25:00.003-07:002015-08-10T11:25:40.621-07:00Fitbit Charge HR ReviewI've had a Fitbit Charge HR for almost two weeks now. I really like it!
I was initially interested in a fitness tracker back in early 2014 (or was it 2013?). My husband got me a BodyBug for Valentine's Day, which required a separate monthly subscription after the free three-month trial. I liked that it kept track of my heart rate, but it was quite visible. You put it around your upper arm, and Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-19512235083029954262015-07-22T00:03:00.000-07:002015-07-30T11:22:26.490-07:00Facebook TypesThere a few Facebook types that annoy me. Not specific people, but broad areas of people. What types annoy you?
Several years ago I did a Facebook cleaning and got it down to a very small number of people. It's grown again, and before I do something rash and wipe out 3/4 of my friends list like I did last time, I'm going to attempt a cathartic list of annoyances. There are at least a few Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-84038872423898218982015-07-17T04:13:00.001-07:002015-08-04T11:55:09.319-07:00Generosity
I hope I'm not alone in that I sometimes wish I could hit
the "redo" button in life. I say something stupid, I do something
stupid, there's a litany of mistakes I make. Most of these are relatively minor
things that occur throughout the course of a day.
One big thing I wish I could redo is my upbringing. Hit
reset, plunk myself down as a baby into a very different environment
(Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-77993185597556838062015-07-08T18:35:00.001-07:002015-07-08T18:38:21.799-07:00Clothes
I form attachments to useless items--worn, sad items that have absolutely no market value. But I'm not a hoarder, I swear, so it's an interesting contradiction. I still have my feather pillow from childhood, one that I can frankly pick out by smell alone because it's a really old feather pillow that you can't wash, but I still use it every day. In other words, it has anBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-11859722373489246532015-06-23T04:43:00.000-07:002015-06-23T04:43:08.938-07:00Podcast ReviewsForgive my posting slump. I've been hunkered down in this occasional mode I get in, featuring weak social media presence, going to work and listening to podcasts with my headphones on while I work if I don't have a meeting, coming home and spending time with my little family, and reading. I think my social interaction was maxed out a few weeks ago. We threw my daughter two separate sleepoverBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-5586906582876148452015-05-05T15:29:00.001-07:002015-05-05T15:29:21.670-07:00Take Down the Pyramid SchemeTis the season for your FB friends to hawk crap you don't need and invite you into pyramid schemes.
I think I last lamented this a couple of years ago. Now we've got a fresh new crop of women (rarely men, let's be honest) with dollar signs in their eyes. If they only sell 2,500 units of overpriced crap, they can score a car ... or a lifetime supply of whatever crap they're hawking.
I'm not Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-69365647115897887082015-04-29T05:58:00.000-07:002015-04-29T05:58:22.424-07:00My view on parenting<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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I didn't want to get married when I was little. I envisioned a life of work, a few girlfriends and dating. Perpetual dating -- with a new guy every few months. And then I got married when I just turned 22, go Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-38251429413523232662015-04-14T08:06:00.002-07:002015-04-14T08:06:16.369-07:00Thoughts SoonSlammed at work. Wedding prep has been taking up the rest of my time.
Hope to get caught up on work and will be back soon. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-65504394375589324282015-03-29T10:00:00.000-07:002015-03-29T10:04:13.934-07:00The CakeBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-17917528070571654092015-03-23T22:28:00.001-07:002015-03-23T22:28:21.592-07:00Greetings from YakimaI'm in Yakima right now for work. Sitting in a hotel that actually is right on the river. Last night my room was so hot that I opened the sliding glass door and heard the rush of the river all night long. Tonight it's rather cold, and i closed the sliding glass door. The adjoining room's tv drowns out the river noises tonight.
My time here has been rather intense. A quiet 3 hour drive overBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-62537674200407927342015-03-04T13:28:00.000-08:002015-03-04T14:05:35.116-08:00Anniversary and WeddingsToday is my 15th wedding anniversary. It seems strange to me that it's been that long. I can remember it like it was yesterday. In a blink of an eye 15 years have passed. I also have that same feeling about graduating high school (20 years this year...gulp) and college (if I use my second graduation, 17 years). Maybe it's because I've worked in the same place for the last 15 years (and lived in Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-1932059886593350632015-02-24T23:44:00.002-08:002015-02-24T23:44:46.849-08:00The S Word<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-9616513763939339382015-02-12T15:02:00.000-08:002015-02-12T15:02:03.980-08:00Spelling Bee
I screwed up. I screw up all the time, but I especially hate
when I make a regrettable, possibly long-lasting parent decision.
As a way of background, I was more academic than athletic
when I was a kid. This can be attributed
to: 1) I’m not a natural athlete except for being a little bit more limber than
the average person, 2) my mom wasn’t supportive of athletics, and 3) I Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-42256393991959463052015-01-28T20:15:00.000-08:002015-01-28T20:15:18.768-08:00Parenting is fascinating<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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