Archive: October 2010

Salud (sah-LOOD)

This weekend, my perspective smiled. While exploring Chicago with one of my optimistic friends, Julie, I realized that I’ve been mopey (or is it moppy?- no that’s not right). I’ve been a person who mopes (not mops). I’ve only mopped like 3 times in my entire life (because Brandon takes complete ownership over the hygiene

Salud (sah-LOOD)

This weekend, my perspective smiled. While exploring Chicago with one of my optimistic friends, Julie, I realized that I’ve been mopey (or is it moppy?- no that’s not right). I’ve been a person who mopes (not mops). I’ve only mopped like 3 times in my entire life (because Brandon takes complete ownership over the hygiene

The Dog Whisperer

Inspiration can come from different sources. Tonight- my inspiration is strictly mindless. (Click photo to enlarge) Row 1: Portrait of Hubble, Pulled a king size duvet comforter into her cageRow 2: Fastest-Eater-Ever, Afraid of everythingRow 3: Learns how to escape cage, Ate 3 mice (3! in a row!)Row 4: Shredded 2 pairs of my leather

The Dog Whisperer

Inspiration can come from different sources. Tonight- my inspiration is strictly mindless. (Click photo to enlarge) Row 1: Portrait of Hubble, Pulled a king size duvet comforter into her cage Row 2: Fastest-Eater-Ever, Afraid of everything Row 3: Learns how to escape cage, Ate 3 mice (3! in a row!) Row 4: Shredded 2 pairs

There’s No Crying in Baseball

Although this blog doesn’t prove it (based on this and previous posts) I am not a crier. I do not cry. But today, and the day before, and the day before I cried. It turns out that running on empty for too long is not good for holding back ‘what’s-wrong-with-me-mini-breakdowns’ in the ladies restroom (or

There’s No Crying in Baseball

Although this blog doesn’t prove it (based on this and previous posts) I am not a crier. I do not cry. But today, and the day before, and the day before I cried. It turns out that running on empty for too long is not good for holding back ‘what’s-wrong-with-me-mini-breakdowns’ in the ladies restroom (or