tunage: a good day, by priscilla ahn thing of the day: paul mitchell tea tree lavender mint shampoo today, my friends, was a day rife with many opportunities to learn or otherwise practice patience. and oh dear, sometimes i am not very patient at all. so i guess it was good that God had the…
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welcome to barefoot in pinstripes
why barefoot? and why pinstripes? good questions — glad you asked (or didn’t, but i’m going to pretend you did). last year i fell into the lap of the phenomenon known as the “working world.” here i was, at the tender age of 20, in my first job and having to get used to wearing…
Read Morethe saga of the rubberbands
yay, no one’s shooting at us. i suppose it’s charlie brown’s fault, really. after all, he’s the one who gave me the package of rubberbands as part of my 84th birthday gift (i gave him some charlie brown things, naturally). and it was perfect timing, too, since i’d scoured all the drawers in my cube…
Read Moreall aflunters
from the bookshelves: the word museum by jeffrey kacirk this book is pretty cool. it’s full of odd, quaint and queer old words that most (“normal”) people don’t use anymore. being such, it gave me the perfect word to describe the shrubbery also known as my hair: aflunters. kacirk says it means “in a state of disorder.” yep,…
Read Morepunchin’ my card
i started my new job yesterday. oh boy. it is a great job, and i’m ever so very grateful that God gave it to me, but it’s … stressful right now. not major “oh my gosh i’m gonna tear my hair out!” stress, mind you. more like “oh my gosh why do i feel like…
Read Moretoo late for inspiration
too late at night, that is, to write posts that would give credit to the thoughts rolling around in my head right now. there were two tremendous high points to today, however. the first was that it was in the low 60s temperature-wise and it rained all day. that might sound miserable to some of…
Read Morebread and cheese
tunage: hungary and romania: descendants of the itinerant gypsies once you’ve been to europe, you’re pretty much spoiled as far as good bread and good cheese go, methinks. after you’ve had fresh broetchen for breakfast every morning in germany, the limp, crumbly double-fiber bread your parents like to eat here doesn’t quite cut the mustard. seriously,…
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