Over the course of a day we went from the college staple of a sheet for a curtain to having really nice plantation shutters. Being a grown up is awesome.
Part of my new job is looking at people's credit reports. There is a field that states when the Social Security number was assigned. I am among the last generation when getting a Social Security number was a right of passage. It definitely was for me. Now babies have their numbers before leaving the hospital.… Continue reading Right of Passage
Years ago (okay, more than a decade), I always threw a party on the day after Thanksgiving. The timing was perfect: It gave people who stayed in town or came back for a visit a chance to escape their relatives and leftovers (no holiday-related food items were allowed, EXCEPT tamales. Those were always encouraged. Yum!)… Continue reading I’m a Big Girl Now
I came upon the realization the other day that although I use the term in the name of my blog, I’ve never defined the term “grown up”. I guess I used to associate being grown up with getting older. Now that I am “older”, I’ve met too many Peter Pans for that definition to stick.… Continue reading Being a Grown Up