They were excited and once they had traded toys several times with minimal growling, they set about to the real work of disemboweling new toys for Christmas.
In the Arms of the Angels
Thirteen years is a long time, but in this context it seems like the blink of an eye. It was that long ago that Mommy died. Time does not heal all wounds.
Deja Vu
I’m doing it again. I can’t believe it. I am officially pathetic. I am watching The Bachelor. I apparently had a lobotomy at some point since the last season.
I May Need to Get a Life
The one with the new improved celebrity wannabe Heidi Montag on it. I promptly wrote a long scathing post expressing my dismay at her insecurities it all was.
Making Mental Illness Work for You
I know that sounds like being pregnant, but it would explain my anxiety attacks and the crazy organizational episodes that I have. I suffer from depression.
Craig and His List
I found my job on Craigslist, so from the user standpoint I am a fan. However, I am attempting to sell something on my Craig’s list and that is a ball of wax.
Glory Days
Bob and his buddies are seasoned live music aficionados. Back in the day they saw everyone from The Who to Jethro Tull (not a guy named Jethro) to Emerson.
The Hard Work
Marriage can be hard. It can also be fun and joyful and rewarding. But sometimes marriage is an uphill climb, over broken glass, in the snow, without shoes.
The Best First Job
My first job about of college was as a sales assistant (secretary) to five young stockbrokers at the firm of Dean Witter Reynolds, Inc. I had no dream job.
Of Great Importance (or not)
My sister in law, the mother of my godchildren, is obsessed with documenting the life and times of her kids. My niece and nephew are one and three respectively.