Searching for Direction & Purpose in Life's Sea of Opportunities
It is awesome being a much older sibling. My litter sister (you know, the one with the PhD), was born when I was 14. While we've never lived in the same house, I have so much in common with her, including some quirky food preferences. When Rebecca was 14, I took her to her first… Continue reading Watermelon Protector
Recently I was able to find a new oil changing place I feel I can trust. After my previous bad experiences, trust is big with me. When this new place was done, they let me know that all the fluid levels were where they should be, they’d replaced the oil, vacuumed out my foot wells, and… Continue reading The Time I Set My Car on Fire
The best part of my sister Rebecca being born when I was 14 is that for her formative years I got to be one heck of a cool sister - one that could drive and didn't live at home! I started doing things with her when the stars aligned and I moved back to our… Continue reading Don’t Tell Dad
I have been so fortunate in my life to be surrounded by animal lovers. Recently, I talked about Tom's support of animal charities. Now I'm going to tell you about Barb's love of animals. The very first time I remember petting a cat was when my Dad and Barb were dating and we went over… Continue reading Kittens!
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
Since my blog post about my mom cutting herself was in honor of her birthday last year, it only seems fair that I tell a story about my Dad injuring himself for his special day. It turns out that Rebecca and I both have stories of him hurting himself when we were each the same age… Continue reading Equal Opportunity
My dad doesn't like creating gift lists. He actually would prefer to do just about anything else. In recent years he has dug in his heels. "Dad, what do you want for Christmas?" "I don't need anything." "That's not what I asked." "Give me cash." To me, giving an actual gift has meaning, whereas a… Continue reading Tradition is Born
Years ago, back when I was working for SANYO, my dad was working with a company that sent him to Japan. During my next visit with him, he related a story about how, since he doesn't do chopsticks, he took a fork from the plane and carried it with him, using it in restaurants throughout… Continue reading Fork
Grown Up, Now What? 