I had a lot of adventures with Tripper, my ’71 VW bus. There was the time that the gearshift fell over. Or the resulting transmission fix that left me holding the shifter in fourth gear while I drove. There was…
Randomness and Recall
There was a time that I would have just yelled in the dog’s ear, squatted down in a super attractive way, toweling mud off her paws. Years ago, I would have cursed the surprise pain in my knee – loudly,…
Life Lessons from a VW Bus
Two things have happened recently which resulted in my ever tolerant husband going along with my crazy, acting as though I’m completely rational, when we all know that my drummer takes some liberties with its marching beat. First, we saw…
Ask me about 2013 in five, maybe ten, years.
This morning, I felt like I should write a New Year’s post. The only issue was that I didn’t want to do it. Then I started thinking about all the things I should write about as a proper look back…
Food? No, thank you.
I’m in the midst of the longest love/hate relationship of my life. And I can’t end it. If I ended it, it would be the end of me. Literally. After a few interventions, I’d guess. Food is such a glorious…
Surrendering with love.
Today’s alarm clock sounded much the same as it has for the past year. As I started to awake, I must have rolled over, or shifted a limb, or maybe just breathed a little differently, and it set off the…
A Geek does London
2013 was the summer of England and France. My husband, Brent, and I hit seven cities in three weeks, taking in a mix of city and country. This is part of a series of blog posts recounting our adventures over…
It’s not about the clichéd grass…
but every now and then, I miss my office job. Being a teacher is great, and I could spew off a bunch of flighty things about why it’s such a meaningful career and blah blah blah, but some days… Some…
Hiya, thirties.
Today, the first digit on my age changes from a two to a three and I have one thing to say about it: Hell yes. It’s not that my twenties weren’t great, because they were. I did some pretty neat…
How dare you tell me that my life means nothing?
I’m one of those people. You know the type: the Facebook dependent. It’s how I send and receive invites to social gatherings, annoy friends with pictures of my dog, and yes, keep tabs on people I otherwise would have lost…