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When I got home from work last night, the power was out.  It didn’t come back on for 15 hours.  FIFTEEN HOURS.  Right as I was walking out the door for work this morning, all of the lights kicked on – so then, I had to put down my purse, put down my Vera Bradley…

Speaking of entertainment… not that we were, but let’s do…* – – – – – – – – I cannot get enough “Friday Night Lights.” I have never so badly wanted to be a) a Texan, b) a football fan, or c) named Tami Taylor… sadly, none of which I will ever be. This show…

Last night, I dreamed that I was driving a logging truck in an ice storm – storms aside, I am fairly certain that truck-driving would be my ideal vocation.  When I finally arrived home in Montrose, Colorado, safe and sound, someone knocked on my door.  I opened it to find a man standing in the…

No drugs required. I have 5 different possible directions to take this post, all of which are saved as fragments of Word documents on my desktop.  I have been trying to write for days, but quite frankly, everything that is coming out is baloney.  All I can do is stare at the wall. Y’all, I…

I love to send cards in the mail.  I am always on the lookout for witty, pithy, quotable cards – and when I find a good one, I buy it, regardless of whether I have someone to send it to or not.  Sooner or later, a situation warranting the card is bound to arise. About…

I’m back on Facebook. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but it’s already stressing me out again. Love/hate, Facebook.  Love/hate. See you around the Wall.  Sigh.

Let me just get it out: I feel like a terrible blogger these days. Okay, now I feel better. – – – – – – – – Saturday is the 6th annual Tomato Art Fest in East Nashville.  This is of note for 3 reasons: 1)    Sound the trumpets: I am making my triumphant return…

Becca and Sarah sent me a cute lunch bag, just like I wished for.  It is quilted and floral and insulated and zippered and tall enough for a water bottle. I bought myself a vacuum cleaner at Wal-Mart at 10:30pm last night.  It’s a 12-volt Dirt Devil, and I assembled it by hand until midnight.

How can someone’s story be simultaneously so simple AND so romantic? This is Vadym and Sheryl Romaniuk.  Are they not darling? I’ve been friends with Sheryl even longer than I’ve known my own sisters – we met when we were 18 months old in San Jose, CA, and when I was 6 and my family…

I try to avoid posts like this, because I don’t want to assume that people other than my mom are interested in the minutia of my every day life.  But the truth is that my creativity, energy, and brainpower are currently being channeled elsewhere, and I cannot find the time nor the lucidity to pull…