Perhaps I’ve been to one-too-many museums, and that’s the reason why this next group of photos is a weensy bit artsy. Not artistic mind you, but artsy. The difference? One rhymes with fartsy. Rockerfeller Center (I think. I sometimes don’t pay proper attention to these things). Wardrobe malfunction, The Metropolitan Museum of Art.
There are people in your life who you never remember meeting. You’ve just always known them. – For Rand, that person is Kim. They’ve been friends pretty much since they’ve existed. –
Some days in New York do not come together well. I may get lost. I’ll take the wrong subway, or I won’t be able to get a cab. I’ll arrive at my destination late, hungry, and angry. And some days, things just fall into place. Not perfectly, mind you. I might end up slightly late…
Yes, I am finally writing about something other than the TSA. <THUMP> Wait, was that the sound of you passing out from shock? I thought so. But yes, it’s true: I’m way, way, waaaaay overdue in blogging about our trip to New York last month. (Not to mention our subsequent trips to London and Bulgaria.…
– Folks, forgive me for writing about the TSA yet again. I promise, I’ll get back to blathering on about all the stuff you love to hear, but I wanted to do a post-mortem on last week’s events as they pertain to airport security. The part of my brain dedicated to marketing won’t let me…
Last week, it snowed in Seattle. It’s not a common occurrence here. We are accustomed to our precipitation in a more thawed form. The city is simply unequipped to handle it – we have a serious shortage of both snow plows and common sense (this year city officials made the brilliant move of using a…
I need to get cracking, folks – Seattle is under a heap of snow, the roads are iced over, and I need to bake about a bazillion pies in anticipation of Turkey Day. So while this week is short one, I feel that a round-up is nevertheless in order, even if it, too, is on…
Having spent the last few days whining (yes, I admitted it) about the injustices that the TSA has committed against law-abiding U.S. citizens, I thought I’d switch gears today and not complain about anything. Yeah, I know. I’m surprised, too. It’s not that I’ve suddenly started agreeing with what’s going on in our nation’s airports…
When I was 15, I had my first boyfriend. On our first date, he took me out to dinner; we had pasta alfredo and milkshakes. It was quite sweet. We occasionally watched movies together, and while I’m sure even he will admit that while he was far (and I mean faaaaar) from being a gentleman,…
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