it's a convoluted mess
I have decided I’m going to buy myself things for my birthday this year. I don’t ask for or expect things for my birthday. I’m not one of those women with the bullshit sense of entitlement, who expects and demands my husband to shower me with all my material desires for every occasion, and then gets all bent when he doesn’t give me what I want. Bob buys me things I want all year round…. Keep reading…Superficial intuition…
I always feel the need to commemorate anniversaries with essays waxing poetic about years gone by. Then I start writing and it takes off in an entirely different direction that I never intended and I end up scrapping the whole thing. Three years ago today Bob and I got married. He is my best friend. He is my saving grace. I love him more than I ever thought it was possible to love another human… Keep reading…What are you doing for the rest of your life?
I had this whole post planned out in my head waxing analytical and poetic about the state of my brain when it comes to making decisions and blah, blah, blah. Then it got really long and drawn-out and it missed the point entirely of what I really wanted to say. I had a pipe dream about a road trip. Then I got nudged by a couple of completely fantastic friends about said pipe dream. And… Keep reading…Crazy would be changing your mind…
Dear Jim, I’ll be honest, there was a time I dreaded your very presence in the cubical next to mine. It was probably [mostly] unwarranted, but it was true. When the Absent Minded CFO fired The Beast and hired you (or re-hired as was pretty much the case) in her place, I was a little excited. Working for The Beast had been a nightmare. And being under the “management” of my sister was probably one… Keep reading…A letter to PIMA…
I’ve been trying to write something worth reading for today, but the words just aren’t flowing. I think this quote best sums up what I’ve been trying to put down on paper. Bob and I are connected at the brain. If people witnessed a fraction of the completely shameless inanity we get up to when left to our own devices…well…they’d probably be a little concerned. But I bet they’ve never had nearly as much fun… Keep reading…Two…
Wednesday, February 13, 2008… It was late afternoon, sometime close to 5:00. I was sitting at my desk at work, talking on my phone to Bob. The Absent Minded CFO™ ducked into my cube and asked me to “stop by” his office after I was done on the phone. This meant one of three things: 1.) It was time for a “4:30 Mark Project”…some “ZOMG!URGENT” bullshit work that should have been done a week ago,… Keep reading…Once more with feeling…