What do you call an old snowman? Water. Why did Santa's little helper feel sad? He had low elf esteem. I've got a thing on the side. Yeah. That's right. A... Continue Reading →
I love Thanksgiving. I love looking on facebook and instagram and seeing everyone get mushy about those they love, and taking a solid timeout from the angry-elfness that seems to be infecting the interwebs lately. I love the family photos... Continue Reading →
I found it kind of odd - sweet, to be sure, and lovely - to get so much feedback from my last post, a letter to my ex on his birthday, and I was wondering why people like reading about... Continue Reading →
I miss him at the oddest times. A video I know would have made him laugh, hearing Journey on karaoke night, a particularly witty pun I know he would have enjoyed. I wonder if there are still bits of me embedded in his daily life,... Continue Reading →
Ferris Bueller's Day Off came out when I was two years old, but one of the things my parents did really well was raise me on good music and good movies, and I watched this film about a million times... Continue Reading →
I can't decide my feelings towards Facebook's flashback feature. Like so many updates over the years, I feel it snuck up on me one day, the way the newsfeed and political garbage (if this Donald Trump madness persists I am moving... Continue Reading →
It's a profound moment when you move somewhere and subconsciously start calling that place "home." During the five weeks I was in the States, my home base was my parents' house in the Bay Area. I hung up some clothes... Continue Reading →
I got to thinking about what we haven't seen and what we do need on this show. And you know what it is? It's me. Now I've already considered applying for the main role. But I also more enjoy eating and can't wear a dress without a bra. I have something different in mind. Introducing...
1. My dog. I should probably feel guilty about not putting my family and friends here first, but those people can Face my Time. Kizzy and I have tried communicating that way, but it stresses her out to hear my voice... Continue Reading →
This weekend I crossed off something from my thirtyfiveBy35 list - to run a race in Rio. About a dozen of us from my school ran a 5/10k in downtown Rio. Super fun. I used a port-a-potty 3 times before... Continue Reading →
What is it about teaching on a Wednesday? I can't remember if they were as difficult when I was bartending or waiting tables...is it all M-F 9-5's or is it every job? Is it just being alive? Wednesdays are like... Continue Reading →
Normally in the States, I'm so jacked up on conversation hearts that I can be pretty numb to the pain of being single on Valentines Day. And every day. All day. Because it is. It's okay to love being single to celebrate the heck out of it, and to also acknowledge that it can be really, really hard.
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