– I never imagined myself to be the sort of person who’d go on safari. It’s just not in my genetics. I don’t really like the sun. Large animals frighten me. And I don’t look all that good in khaki. Plus, I have very short legs, and I’m not particularly good at running. If things…
– I have found that there are times when I am traveling with a group that someone needs to use the bathroom. That’s probably not all that surprising, huh? You are probably thinking, “Um, yes, that happens to all of us, genius.” But I’d hope that your takeaway is that I am real and approachable and relatable…
– I’m not a plant person. I suppose that’s far better than not being a people person. Or not being a dog person. Or a cat person. (For the record, I am two of the three. I’ll let you guess.) It’s not that plants and I have a bad relationship (except for blackberry bushes. Those…
– Whenever I see someone who has succumbed to something incredibly touristy – whether it be the people running around Disney World with those invisible dogs on leashes, or anyone drinking beer out of a boot – two things go through my head: That is so incredibly cheesy. I … I kind of want in…
I’m sorry that blogging has not been regular. Life has been crazypants (I think that’s the technical word for it). I promise, things will normalize after next Wednesday. Why Wednesday? Because that’s when I’m speaking at Ignite Seattle, and the crazy monkey on my back that keeps screeching and pulling my hair will finally be…
– I have a problem with mixing up beauty and goodness. I am fully aware of how bad this is. I mean, I’ve seen Snow White, guys. I get that the evil queen can be both hot and, well, evil. But I still have trouble getting my head around that fact. I just can’t get…
There are times when I have trouble accepting that I am, in fact, an adult. Despite having voted in THREE presidential elections, consistently writing grocery lists that don’t include candy, and being carded approximately NEVER, I still can’t wrap my head around this whole “adulthood” thing. I’m fairly certain that someone fudged up the math, and we’ll soon…
I swear, whoever put these up was just trying to spoil all my fun … –
– I have a little bit of psychotic episode every time I go to an aquarium. Part of me is thinking, “You should not be here. You are in some amazing part of the world that few people get to visit, and you should be out seeing unusual and unique things and not staring, slack-jawed,…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
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