Sunday, December 28, 2003
at Target yesterday
It’s the day after Christmas so shoppers are perusing the 50%-off decorations. A little boy accompanies his mother. She points to the word PEACE spelled out in gold plastic. In Spanish, she asks her son, “What does … Read the rest!
Tuesday, December 23, 2003
Freaking iTunes crashed my computer within 24 hours.
So I had to do a system restore.
It’s okay. I couldn’t bring myself to pay 99 cents for “I’m a Slave 4U”, after all.
I have a week off from work … Read the rest!
Saturday, December 20, 2003
a disconcerting change of opinion
I used to be a cat person. I’m not saying that I’ve become a dog person since then, but lately I’ve been thinking about dogs more than cats, and it scares me.
My reasoning in … Read the rest!
Friday, December 12, 2003
pretty tree, sad tree
They put a huge Christmas tree in the lobby of the building where I work. It seems to be fifteen feet high. It’s covered with huge ornaments and surrounded by proportionately large gift boxes. It’s very … Read the rest!
Friday, December 12, 2003
the best spam mail of the day
Brenda@ng57ixc493.com sent me an email entitled “You are a dream date.”
Yes. Yes, I am.
reason #57 for loving Tad
Lately Houston’s had a few cold days. Cold, to us, means 35 degrees … Read the rest!
Thursday, December 11, 2003
I’ve been living my life like Tetris.
Every day is a line. I have to fit the blocks into the lines. The blocks are work, making dinner, washing and folding laundry, helping the kids with homework, paying bills, putting gas … Read the rest!
Sunday, November 30, 2003
grazing, guilt, love – all blind
This is a conversation that never took place at the frou frou grocery store yesterday.
“Baby, I’m nervous.”
“Why, baby? What’s wrong?”
“See that lady over there? The blonde with the ugly pink sunglasses?”… Read the rest!
Sunday, November 30, 2003
The Question Game
The other day, I had to take my oldest son Josh to the doctor to cure his ear ache. My boyfriend Tad graciously accompanied us. In the waiting room, Josh taught us a game.
It’s called the … Read the rest!
Sunday, November 30, 2003
I’ve got to stop buying Lotto tickets.
Only stupid poor people do that. I make fun of them in my mind all the time — the people who complain about being poor while constantly spending money on lottery tickets and … Read the rest!