In case you were wondering about why I felt blindsided last week, I was approached last Tuesday with a potential job offer within our IT department at work. Well, I was given the impression that it was a REAL job offer at the time, thus the overwhelming feelings of craziness. But everything has worked out, …
It isn’t very often that a person is reunited with a friend that they haven’t seen in over twenty years. Especially not when the person isn’t much older than twenty. Yet, as if I had known the man all my life, I have had the privilege of getting to know Mr. Young over the past …
I kinda feel startled like this guy: I can’t really get into detail right now, but yeah — I just feel like I’ve been a bit blindsided. I’m sure I’ll be able to fill everyone in within a few days.
For this round of philosophyzing, we’ll be visiting a question that I’ve been pondering for quite a while. I don’t really have a good answer, so I’m curious to know what y’all think. If you preface a statement with “I’m really embarrassed to tell you this, but…” and then proceed to share something personal IN …
I’d like to call it Writers’ Block, but it extends beyond writing. It’s like a full-on creative block. So, I’ll do a little blog-like housekeeping.
I told my friends that I would stop complaining about the gas prices when they fell below $2.00. WhiteEyebrows posted a picture the other day that showed that it had happened in Texas. I now share with the world that it is below $2.00 (barely) in Central Illinois. Yay.
While I think that this type of post is quite cliche, I’m not going to be able to go to sleep tonight until I get it off my chest. I haven’t made it a point to express my political views here on the blog, but I haven’t necessarily hidden them either. For those of you …
If you get it, we should be friends.
I did what I could. I realize that my voice is very small, but I made sure that I got it out there. And, for the record, if my folks don’t get elected (local and otherwise), it ain’t my fault!
“I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.” – Anais Nin