My 44th Birthday
Today is my 44th birthday. We were going to have a party tonight (I love when my birthday falls on a Saturday!), but we made the difficult decision to cancel my 44th birthday party cookout because my husband is having hip replacement surgery on Monday. Oh, this summer...
I Failed
It's the easiest way to not feel like a failure, but I failed anyway. I had an appointment to donate blood this morning, but I'm not going. I failed to drink water and hydrate. As I posted last time, it's not easy for me to give blood. Maybe it's because I only weigh...
Give Blood
LifeSource Blood Services is hosting several blood drives this month in the Chicagoland area. It's summertime, which is a time of year when it gets hard to track down regular donors, yet the need for blood never stops. If you are physically able to give blood (over...
Sex and the City, Part Two
Before I saw Sex in the City II, I imagined writing a long, insightful post about it. Instead, I came out of the movie not feeling much of anything. Then I forgot about it.But I made a commitment, so here's as much energy as I feel it deserves. This movie took a stab...
Happy with My Hair
My hair is gone (see my new profile picture) and I feel so much better now. I'm going to be 44 in one month and I just didn't want to carry around a college ponytail anymore. The hair past my shoulders didn't reflect who I think I am anymore and I was out of ideas as...
Blackhawks Win the Stanley Cup
Now that I'm married to a hockey fan, I care.BLACKHAWKS!
Happy with My Hair
I love my hair now! Yay, short hair!
Tired of My Hair, Part II
This is how I've started wearing my hair to work, just to get it out of my face. Boring.
Tired of My Hair, Part I
This is how my hair typically looks if I do nothing to it but comb it. Ugh.
Facebook Is Over
I have run my personal Facebook experiment and it is over. In January 2009, I opened an account because I wanted to see what a friend's girlfriend looked like. I stayed for way too long. It was like a crowded party with all these people I hadn't seen in a long time...
Sex and the City, Part One
In the summer of 1999, I was a 33-year-old, never-married, dating-fixated, straight woman whose TV got the HBO channel. I didn't have a boyfriend, I was ready for love and, yes, I was hooked on Sex and the City. One of the series strengths was its willingness to...
You Can’t Tell Me Death Will Be Worse
I find life uncomfortable enough without taking risks to experience more of it.