I’m here. I’m settling. I’m still collecting my thoughts on California, but in the meantime I wanted to tell you about the other time I moved across the country from Massachusetts to Austin. Otherwise known as the time Tim and I set my car on fire. Every time Tim and I made a significant move, we rented a big U-Haul truck. We’d tetris all of our wordly belongings into the back in some precarious kind of way, and Tim would drive…
Home ownership being single has been a lot different than it was with him. For our first house, we took what one might call a lackadaisical approach. All of the paperwork, insurance and mortgage business was up to him and I just assumed things got done properly. Sometimes it did, and sometimes it didn’t. Lawn care was up to me, but I tended to focus on little projects versus the big picture. About once a quarter, I’d get inspired and…
For reasons that escape me, I haven’t expressed much on this blog how obsessed I am with pugs. Let me catch you up to speed – I’m smitten with them. I follow a multitude of celebrity pugs on social media, the most notable being of course Doug the Pug. I also have a Doug the Pug calendar by my desk at work that one of my best friends got me for my birthday, because hey — my people know me well!…
I have always been good with the internet. My family was not an early adopter, but I noticed the sleek silver AOL discs we got in the mail week after week. “Can I install this on the computer?” I said, holding the light blue sleeve next to our family computer – a chunky gray Gateway desktop atop a massive faux mahogany desk in our upstairs living room. “It won’t work yet. I need to install a new phone line,”my Dad…
If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it. – Toni Morrison I’ve always been a sentimental schmuck, which can also be categorized as a mild hoarder. When I was a little kid, there was always at least one shoebox full of special items stored away under my bed. A vending machine ring from an elementary school crush. A worn piece of wide ruled paper folded up into a fortune teller. A plastic whale I was too old to…
This post is part a new paranoia that has entered my life, and part recap of a hill country getaway weekend with the husband. First up, hill country. If you drive about an hour and a half southwest of Austin, the liberal bubble of hipsters and hippies that I call home suddenly transforms into something a lot more Texas. Sure, the foliage and landscape changes pretty dramatically into less soil and more rocks but it’s more than just topography. There are…
Ever since I started dating my husband, he has wanted to rent jet skis. He’s a bit of an adrenaline junkie, and a jet ski is basically the motorcycle of the sea (he has a motorcycle). When we visit the beach in North Carolina with my family, there never seems to be enough time. When we were on our honeymoon, we couldn’t find a good jet ski rental place around the areas of Puerto Rico where we were staying. It…
You’re probably going to be shocked, but I was job hunting for the last 3 months of my 6 month stint at my job at the cult. I took any interview I could get (including some really awful positions) to try and get out of there, and finally something worked out. It wasn’t even a good position, but it was most likely not in a cult. At the time, that was enough for me. Before I had another job offer, I…