M…busted

A week or so ago I retrieved the mail from the box and found an envelope from Ameren. Not entirely unusual, as the company has been doing work in our area recently to bury power lines (yay!). But this wasn’t about the power lines. It was about power. Raw power. Obsessive, unmitigated use of power.

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Artful laundry disposal

My home used to be boring. It was typically neat and (decently) clean. There are decorations around that we’ve picked up from our travels. My vintage camera collection, our beer steins, some photographs.

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Funny how things work

I’m so so SO excited to report that today I accepted a job offer! I’m the new marketing manager, effective April 5, for the US subsidiary of a French conglomerate. Today I received an office tour, an introduction to an office full of colleagues for whom I will have to re-learn their names in about two weeks, and a glimpse into my new office (big desk, big window, laptop, nice chair, etc.). My boss instructed the receptionist to please order my business cards in between telling me how happy they are that I’ve accepted the position and that he has a few big projects he’d like to toss my way with little supervision: “I expect you to work autonomously…you take ’em and you run with ’em.” “No problem!”

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My Irish lass

Yesterday, for obvious reasons, was green and white day in the Bunny room at Zozer’s school. Since the only green shirt she owns has candy canes and Christmas trees on it, we stopped at Target the other night and picked up a new t-shirt. The girl is 1/8 Irish, after all. It’s important she be properly attired for St. Patrick’s Day.

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