Month: July 2009
They’re everywhere
Call me a killjoy, but I don’t think I will ever be the kind of woman who joins the Red Hat Society. No offense.
All you people, can’t you see, can’t you see
Today, I am back to reality – back to Nashville, back to the heat, back to work, back to the gym, back to balancing my checkbook, back to routine, back to a schedule. It feels quite wretched, so much so that I accidentally started bawling last night when I got back – “accidentally” being that…
A different kind of highlight
After racing my dad to the top of Mt. Roberts in Juneau on Sunday, I spent some time walking around the town. Which, of course, led to an interesting encounter – because do I ever elude the interesting encounters? I met a greasy man on a street corner who took one look at me, and…
Taking up arms
The cruise ship is a battle zone, and I am at war. I refuse to gain a pound a day. But this is proving to take some serious combat. I wake up each morning and put on my armor: a reasonable breakfast of one egg over easy, a small bowl of cereal, and an Americano. …
Enough pomp and circumstance
This morning, I woke up in Seattle. I am about to board a ship dedicated by Mary-Kate and Ashley in the year 2000. If I get the chance, I will karaoke Huey Lewis and Gwyneth Paltrow’s “Cruisin’” with a stranger – and that is a promise. Bon voyage!
Moose on the loose
In my opinion, the world’s scariest creature is not a shark, or a bear, or even a naked mole rat. The one beast that I never hope to meet in a dark alley is a moose. Moose are some mean mother truckers. Ever since I read “Hatchet,” and the kid was stranded alone in the…
My brother, the inane genius
Jeremy: “I have some great ideas for pictures on the cruise.” Me: “Awesome!” Jeremy: “I know. There’s one shot that I’m positive I’ll have to get.” Me: “Cool – what is it?” Jeremy: “Well, it will be you, in some sort of dress. And we’ll go to the very front of the boat. And you’ll…