Pen and I held a strategic planning meeting last night. I’m not going to lie– there were some difficulties. Some of the stumbling blocks were beyond our control and some relate to the fact that we just don’t know what the goals should be anymore. Still, we ate some homemade cookies, did some snacking and
Monthly Archives: February 2013
I’m sitting by my bookshelf clearing out things I’ll never read again as part of yet another purge of my apartment. I have a Pulkina in my hand– a Russian practical grammar book. I haven’t so much as thought about this book in 18 years. Dust particles are tickling my nose as I crack the
I propose that we all get together with friends (or one friend, whatever) and tell each other every way that we’ve failed this week (or month, year, lifetime). Literally, I want to have a “Fail Day.”
A bloody mary in the morning is perfectly acceptable. A mimosa is considered elegant. But order a double whiskey before 9am, and there’s an intervention-worthy scandal brewing. Who makes these rules? Not that I’m contemplating drinking at 9:22am. No… that happened much earlier.
If you have ever been single for a significant length of time (years, decades), more than likely you’ve set up some solitary patterns for the way you live your life. Yes, you may have friends who you incorporate into these patterns (activities, travel destinations, etc), but for the most part, you have been working out
I know I mentioned that the boy has inspired warm and fuzzy feelings, but I will not be doing this: http://www.ibtimes.com/face-tattoo-first-date-lesya-toumaniantz-russia-inks-ruslan-within-24-hours-meeting-photos-1062992 Sorry. I know. I really should learn to open up more.
Saw this on Facebook, and I couldn’t resist sharing. It’s a good reminder– particularly today as I struggle to get some long overdue things finished.
I’m picturing you kicking back at your desk right now. The after lunch “God, this afternoon will never end” blahs are starting to hit you dovetailing nicely with the “I ate too much at lunch” fatigue. You thought about getting back to work, but decided to take a slight detour from being very nearly productive