Note. To. Self.

Notes to Self: Just because you want to pretend it's spring, going outside in 1 degree weather without your gloves is ill-advised. Dike is a word that people are actually allowed to use (something you did no know growing up).  In fact, they are building a dike a quarter mile from your house.   Although you are proud of the fact that you managed to screw on your plastic-bag-holder-thingy-from-Ikea to the cabinet door, it would have been...

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Just Drive.

Geoff and I loaded our stuff and our pups into the car this weekend and took a trip to Minneapolis as kind of a belated Valentine's Celebration.  We had a lot of fun.  The weather took a turn for the worst and ruined some of our plans, but we managed to make the most out of it anyway. In order to not worry about kenneling the dogs or finding them a baby-sitter, we had to find a pet-friendly hotel that would also allow you to leave the...

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When Empathy Strikes

Each of us have those emotional strengths and weaknesses that make us unique.  I have been blessed (or cursed, as it may be) with a pretty strong sense of empathy.  I regularly cry on behalf of others or feel compelled to stand up for a person or opinion with which I may not be friendly or find myself in agreement.  I do this because I, seriously, feel angry or hurt for the person/opinion that is being attacked.  Anywho, this...

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Oh, Where is my Hairbrush?

Hello friends.  Sorry I've been a bit sporadic in my blogging as of late.  It's a busy life I lead.  I'm typing this from a lodge in a small town in Illinois, in fact.  In the next few weeks I'll be spending time in California (not work-related, thankfully), Detroit, and Arizona. Anywho, I had a quick, amusing story to relate.  About a week ago, Geoff made the obvservation that my hair was long overdue to be colored and encouraged me to head off to the salon for some pampering.  I (gladly) accepted his offer...

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Rawr

Happy Chinese New Year.   As we enter the year of the Rabbit, I thought I'd reminisce a little about the year of the Tiger.  Literally.  I was born in 1986 - the year of the Tiger.  My mother is also a Tiger.  My nephew, born last year, is also a Tiger.  Excellent.  THREE generations of Tigers.  Rawr.   Anyway, so I googled Tigers hoping to find some awesome Tiger-related information to explain...

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