Lather, rinse, repeat. My days are blurring into carbon copies of the next. I’m not complaining, not at all. Like I’ve said before, I come from a long line of “resters” and I can hang in my CCC like the best of them. But it’s funny to lose track of days just the same. [See,
…If that’s what we’re calling the Command Center Chair. Here’s how my day went by the numbers: What time I woke up, had enough time to take a shower, blow dry my hair and put on sweats: 7. (suck it MR) What time I dropped the kids off at School: 8. How many lunches I
Are you like me when upon hearing about a fatal car accident and wonder if the passengers were wearing their seatbelt? No judgies – but merely a way to measure my own risk ratio. The same applies with my CJ. People have asked me all kinds of questions – do I have breast cancer in
I guess it takes three days a person to come down from their vacation “high”. Three days after returning from the sheer loveliness that was Spring Break on Oahu with my main peeps, I had a routine weekly appointment with Dr K in which he examined my left breast, declared that he “didn’t like the
There’s something funny about after you reach the milestone birthday of 30. The other birthdays after that start to fade in importance. I remember turning 30 and doing a little self evaluation to make sure my boxes were all checked or in the process of being checked. Husband, check. Business school, check. First home, check.
When discussing my dad’s internal “operating system”, my mom has, on occasion, described my dad as a “Ferrari.” She likens him to a high maintenance European Car that needs constant care and repair, and requires a lot of TLC. In a stroke of excellent genetic luck, I seem to have inherited my dad’s sensitive disposition
Perspective is a funny thing, isn’t it? And no, I don’t mean the kind of perspective that you learn as a kind of drawing skill with architecture. I mean the kind that effects the lens in which you view things from different angles. Sidebar alert: In 2nd grade, my BFF’s dad was an architect and
You’re not going to believe this – but this question usually throws me. I know, weird, right? I should be able to tell you how I’m feeling without hesitation. But that’s where it gets tricky for me. I’m reminded of the accepted greeting in the High School hallways as you walked by friends, acquaintances and