2011, thus far, is full of contradictions. I don’t know what to make of it. A dozen days in, and every five minutes, I change my opinion on what the year will be like. Thus far, it’s been punctuated by crappy moments – of both the national-newsworthy and the incredibly-personal variety. I just found out…
I would be remiss if I wrote about Bulgaria and didn’t mention Paris. – Um, no. Not that Paris. Try again. – Yup. That’s him. I didn’t actually ask him whether or not I could use his photo on the blog, so I figured I’d give him a mustache, making him slightly harder to identify.…
I forgot to note something in my last post about Bulgaria. I discussed the good and the bad, but I seemed to have skipped over something. Namely, the weird. Because one of the strangest, and most disconcerting things about Sofia was the packs of wild dogs that roam through the city. YEAH. I bet you…
I tend to make rash decisions. And once I’ve made up my mind about something, there’s no changing it. There are certain things that I loathe, and even though I might have forgotten why I loathe them, I continue to do so. Because my mind has been made up. There’s little indifference in my world.…
2011, it seems, is hell bent on keeping me from getting stuff done. Last week I was waylaid by a wicked cold. I was determined to catch up this weekend, posting like a mad woman, but the internet has been down for the last 24 hours. I know that doesn’t sound like a long time,…
Folks, I am still trying to shake a wicked cold that has been with me for pretty much the entirety of 2011. For those who may have contracted this heinous, heinous illness from me, I am sincerely sorry. Rand told me that once you start feeling symptoms, you are no longer contagious. I have no…
Sometimes, you get taken for a ride, in every respect. I’ll be honest: when Rand and I first arrived in Bulgaria, I was a little freaked. It was the first time in a very long while that I felt really and truly out-of-my-element while traveling. We’re usually pretty tame in our travels: we tend to…
Southern California is a different world. There are those who are compelled to tell you otherwise. They claim that SoCal is not only part of our planet, but part of our country. This is patently untrue. After all, the laws of my country are clear. Marijuana is illegal; llamas do not have right of way;…
I am sick. Like, wrapped up in a promotional Snuggie given to me after one of my husband’s speaking gigs sick. Like, contemplating which TV show to watch that won’t include too much conflict or plot development, because my NyQuil-addled brain won’t be able to follow it sick. I need to go back to bed.…
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