I had my annual review at work a few days ago. Things went well. My boss told me how much he appreciated my hard work and effort, gave me a new title (Senior Content Specialist…has a nice ring to it, huh?), more money, and a person to supervise. This is all very exciting. Career-wise, I haven’tContinue reading “Have Yourself a Mini Little Christmas”
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My Car’s as Old as Woody Allen
A few days ago, the “check engine” light came on in my car. Most people dread when this happens. Me? I’m secretly delighted. Don’t get me wrong. I love my car, and don’t want anything to be wrong with it. But it’s also 11 years old now, which is like 77 in people years. Right? Isn’t thatContinue reading “My Car’s as Old as Woody Allen”
Wanna Ride in my ‘Vette, Baby?
I’ve gotta hand it to my parents. If nothing else, they’ve got a great sense of humor over things. When I complained so publicly last week about never owning a Big Wheel, they searched long and hard for the reason behind their funsuckery. (Yeah, I just invented a new word. Go, me). They were visitingContinue reading “Wanna Ride in my ‘Vette, Baby?”
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