Those of you who have played World of Warcraft: On the way home from school, Ray says, “I have a line and a dot!” I glance over my shoulder. One hand is raised with one finger pointed up, and the other hand is pointing at the base of her other finger: an exclamation point. “Momma, […]

Got in a discussion today. Some people need a physical result or object in order to feel that they’ve accomplished something. Some people do not. How do the people who do not need a physical result or object get satisfaction from their accomplishments? I belong to the second class of people: I find satisfaction in

Saturday was a tale of two Christmas Parties. I’m going to tell you about the second one first: Lee’s Work Christmas Party. We went with his boss and his wife, left Ray over at their house with a babysitter, Taylor, who is the boss’s son’s wife’s sister’s child. I think. Good kid. She and Ray

I don’t talk to myself. I talk to inanimate objects. There’s a better chance somebody’s listening.

Lee bought a ’96 Jeep Grand Cherokee yesterday. It needs a little work, but it’s what I would have picked out for him, had I been doing the picking…big and boxy, but not huge. It’s white, though…white being the color of nursing home scrubs and blizzards, I’d rather any other color. Oh, well. Looks very

I’m going to walk away from a freelance job. I had talked myself into biting my tongue at a rude comment from an editor–it wasn’t anything that bad–but a subsequent comment points toward it being consistent behavior. Do I really want to be a freelancer? Yes. Do I want to work for someone who challenges

Mentos and Diet Coke. Now if only there were a way to incorporate synchronized swimming…

Ah…this brought tears to my eyes. Of course, they don’t show the third person on the escalator, who moves forward confidently. Suddenly, a Monte Pythonesque hand drops out of the sky and crushes her! Hahahahaha!

I need to do more road trips, so I’ve been looking around for weird stuff to do. I’ve been meaning to get up to Boulder. When I go, this will have to be done. A few years ago, Lee and I watched “Cannibal! The Musical,” by the South Park creators (AKA “Alferd Packer: The Musical”).

Bed and Breakfast. (A B&B…in a cave. There’s only one bedroom, and there are warnings all over the site: “You have to want to come to Kokopelli’s Cave.”)