October 1, 2007
I pride myself on being a reasonably intelligent person. I’m fairly logical (although my husband would dispute that, basing his decision on my fondness for Starbucks and shoes and photography equipment) and usually considerate. I open doors for people, and try to be pleasant and kind.
September 28, 2007
September 26, 2007
A blogger milestone for yours truly: this is my 500th post.
September 25, 2007
I’m feeling kind of sad today, and a bit lonely. Could be that my hub is in Vegas and not due to return until Thursday. Could be that my BFF is quite busy and doesn’t have time to talk. Or it could be gas. Who knows?
September 24, 2007
A couple in Chicago, Illinois, tried for 15 years to have a baby. They finally succeeded September 12. Their 15 years makes our two years pale in comparison, and my heart is filled with overwhelming joy that their wish finally came true.
September 21, 2007
Well, we went to the Cardinals “game” last night. I put game in quotes because, if you saw any of it, you know it was anything but. A game denotes actual competition, and since we didn’t even really bother to show up I hesitate to call it a game.
September 20, 2007
I just wrote a whole bunch of crap in this space, re-read it, decided it was lame, and started over.
September 19, 2007
Today is National Talk Like a Pirate Day, which raises a ton of questions in my mind, at least.
September 18, 2007
It’s a great feeling when you realize that you can effect change. That your efforts can make a difference, and that you can lead people, lead a company, towards greater profitability and a good environment for people to come to work.
September 14, 2007
I had my complimentary fitness orientation at The Lodge yesterday afternoon. A personal trainer took me around and showed me how to use the machines, which is very handy given that most of them look like medieval torture devices. “Your knees bend and your ankles hook over this bar, then you use this lever to adjust and lock the pad down to your leg. After that, line up your elbows with these red spots, resting the back of your upper arms on these pads, and grip the handle here. Now…push!” Wait, my knees go where?