Searching for Direction & Purpose in Life's Sea of Opportunities
I had another horrible bout of insomnia. I was in a horrible fog of semi-consciousness for close to a week. Unlike my past cases of sleeplessness, I've been diligently taking my sleep supplements for more than a month beforehand, and it still happened. I was unamused. This episode of insomnia was different for another reason as well:… Continue reading Zombie Tammy
This past weekend, DH2U's mom came for a visit. This is the wonderful woman who found my cell phone in a field of snow and who loaned me her London Review of Books. We had a wonderful time. She met our friends and had a chance to meet my Dad and Barb. With me being be, my favorite part… Continue reading Fluff
I was a little girl during the 1970s, the age of Women's Liberation. I remember the feminist anthems being played on the radio, although I was too young to understand their context and often their lyrics. One day I was playing at a friend's house and singing along to "I am Woman" on the radio:… Continue reading Invisible
Lately I have been longingly looking forward to April. I don't have anything planned for that month, but it is right after I've spent the month of March writing a blog post a day. What choices I will have then as to what to publish next! Unfortunately my cache of pre-written posts from last year are… Continue reading Break on Through to the Other Side
When I first moved into my place, I bought some cheap storage containers because they fit on my oddly shaped shelves, and I could stack them. Right after I started using them, I realized that they didn't really seal, and air and determined little moths could get right into them. That really defeated the entire… Continue reading Getting Stuff Done
Over the last two years, there were two books that didn't make it past my 50-page rule that I still really wanted to have read: Reza Aslan's Zealot and Philip Roth's The Plot Against America. In both cases I was able to go back and complete them thanks to their audio book versions. For Zealot, it was my professor friend… Continue reading Second Attempt
I've mentioned a couple times how somehow I managed not to go to a movie theater at all in 2013. I went to a theater four times in 2014, but only one time really counted (when I went to see a new release): I saw Interstellar, I watched two older films being screened again (The… Continue reading Live or Memorex
A couple weeks ago I was shopping for some clothes for work. I found a really unusual print blouse, and I wanted a cardigan to go over it. It was in the earth-tone family, but with pops of bright colors. I knew I didn't have anything at home that would match. I went through every… Continue reading Garanimals
Friday, on my drive home from work, I looked down and saw something unusual. Yup, that is a grey hair, or as I have been calling them since they first appeared, "tinsel." (And don't worry, I was stopped at a light when I took this picture. I don't do anything with my phone when I… Continue reading Tinsel
Once again I need to thank The Bloggess for inspiration. One of her recent posts was titled "We go together like teenagers and low self-esteem." When I first saw it, I was sure my resulting post would be about how much happier I am the older I get. Then again, I've already touched on that… Continue reading The Simpsons
Grown Up, Now What? 