Emma

Second place

Today is my last day at Emma. My sweetie friend Miles – the one who played guitar for my original LÄRABAR song, the one who gave me my most favorite nickname of all time (“Persnicket”), the one who makes work so much more fun – made me this. That?  Is awesome.  And hilarious. Thanks for…

Read More »

The time I said “EXPLODE” to homeland security

So there I was at the Denver airport, heaving my bulging black suitcase onto the conveyor belt for the x-ray machine. This was just my carry-on – my REAL bag (a behemoth red Samsonite) had already been found 6 lbs. overweight at the ticket counter, leading me to put on my boots and jacket, stuff…

Read More »

Things that have made me laugh as of late

A few nights ago, I dreamed that I had a bangin’ strapless red dress, and I was so excited to wear it.  I pulled it on, looked in the mirror, and… was reminded that I had recently been tattooed.  Emblazoned across my chest were the words, “Where the stars and stripes and the eagle fly.”…

Read More »

Poor Casey

Me: How can I help you? Her: Can I speak with Casey?  She emailed me. Me: Casey is actually a guy. Her: Oh, really?  Can I speak to her? Me: The Casey that you got an email from is a guy. Her: Okay.  What do I do? Me: Is there something I can help you…

Read More »

O-Emma-G

Fanciness, merriment, and roistering. Bacon-wrapped jalapeños stuffed with cheese. And then, as if the night couldn’t get any more awesome, KARAOKE. And even better, twirling at ROBERT’S. I didn’t even look like a hobo. Today, though?  I totally do. Lordy.

Read More »

Holy Môlé

The best LÄRABAR that ever existed was Cocoa Môlé – but earlier this fall, they retired the flavor, so I gnashed my teeth and tore my sackcloth. But late on Friday afternoon, Miranda pointed me toward an announcement on their Facebook wall: We just uncovered 35 boxes of Cocoa Môlé (16 bars/box). It’s the last…

Read More »

Creepy shenanigans

Yesterday, my co-worker Molly got a text from an unknown number that said, “I know where you live.” I have no patience for creepy shenanigans like that, so I had her give me the phone number.  A quick bit of internet/phone sleuthing later, and I discovered the anonymous texter’s identity – a pre-adolescent boy in…

Read More »

Walking, Work, Whoa Mama!

Remember when I boldly proclaimed that I was going to walk 1,000 miles between Memorial Day and Labor Day? Well, then I went to Nashville, where being outside in the summer is the equivalent of being in utero without an umbilical cord.  Is that gross of me to say?  I don’t know – do YOU…

Read More »

We’ve come a long way

September 2008: January 2010: My ponytail is making a spectacular comeback.  It’s almost a full-blown mane of glory. Also, please take a moment to note the difference in my work environments.  Thank you, Emma, for saving me from Sir Allen Stanford.

Read More »

Nubbins

Oh sorry – did I quit blogging for a couple of days?  I apologize.  It’s just that OH MY WORD, LOOK AT MY NEW DESK. It’s called a PARSONS desk, for crying out loud – can you say meant? to? be? This is what Gina, Leigh, and I will be supporting the Emma community off…

Read More »