After a successful two years working for myself, I left the freelance world last December for a full-time job with this crew here. The decision was surprisingly easy; having contracted with the company for awhile, I liked both the folks I’d be working with and the work itself. Plus, I relished the idea of being [...]
Archive for the ‘Life in General’ Category
These Go to Eleven
Monday, December 8th, 2008
Popped in to the hospital today for a quick EMG on my LUE, or Left Upper Extremity. If you’ve never had the pleasure, an EMG is a test whereby doctors (in my case, five) cram into an exam room and shoot electricity into you for a good half an hour to determine if your nerves [...]
You’re Either With Us…
Thursday, September 18th, 2008
I have studiously avoided Facebook because I heard it was a huge time suck, and I’d rather waste spend my time online reading news or blogs. Plus, I’ve already left a Twitter account languishing pathetically by the side of the internet. What am I doing? I’m trying to think up something amusing to write on [...]
Browsing le Boobtique
Sunday, July 6th, 2008
A large wall decal featuring a woman nursing twins used to hang over the breastfeeding aisle at the local baby boutique. She held one in each arm, like footballs. The first time I saw this poster, a “woop” slipped from my lips. Renate rolled her eyes. Breastfeeding doesn’t make me uncomfortable. I’m just a bit [...]
Raise the Drawbridge
Saturday, June 28th, 2008
“Ferris – he never drives it. He just rubs it with a diaper.” When I turned 30 last September, both sides of the family kicked in to help me get a new bike as a present. Touched, I decided to wait until this spring to make the purchase; no need for the bike to sit [...]
Date Night is Not Dead
Thursday, June 12th, 2008
Overheard in the line for movie tickets tonight: “One for Iron Man, one for Sex and the City.”
Neighbors
Tuesday, June 3rd, 2008
Eight years ago my folks moved to a county west of St. Louis where farmland still envelops pockets of strip malls. Suburbs spider out into the countryside, but feral cats played in my parents’ front yard and distant coyotes yowled at night. Apparently the wild followed them back to the burbs in October; my dad [...]
Your Fugitive’s Name Is…
Saturday, May 3rd, 2008
We’re stuck on a plane at La Guardia airport, waiting for a ground stop in Chicago to lift so we can return home from a weeklong romp through the east coast. I’ve just seen Ja Rule in the airport terminal, and I figure this random sighting will provide me with some conversational fodder back home. [...]