Dave and I went to a members-only celebration for the Kids’ Farm at the National Zoo last Sunday morning. We like the zoo, but it was supposed to be 8 million degrees that day and Kids’ Farm implied many, many children. But there would also be free Georgetown Cupcakes. We have our priorities. We stood…
On the surface, it may seem counter-intuitive for a perfectionist’s office to look like a cyclone hit it. But those of you who have the perfectionism affliction, or love someone who does, see the truth. Am I comfortable with this picture? No. Do I enjoy working in this environment? No. While a normal person might…
I’m challenging myself to get through a whole shuffle of my music collection on my iPod without skipping. Then I write about what I heard each week. Weekly summary: * Songs listened to this week: 102 * Completed: 58% * Number of double shots: 3 (Franz Ferdinand, Genesis, Sting) * Percentage of songs that came…
Probably not the most thrilling content I’ve ever written, but I’m pasting my 2012 goals below: because I said I would, to help with accountability, and to serve as a foundation for what I’ll inevitably write about some of these. As a reward for sticking with a list post in table format, see the end…
If my responsibilities would just fuck off for a minute, that would be great. I don’t need any more lemonade making tasks added to my schedule. I’m busy. I would soak in a tub of Calgon if I thought it would take me away. But I probably shouldn’t introduce any additional liquid into this house….
I’m challenging myself to get through a whole shuffle of my music collection on my iPod without skipping. Then I write about what I heard each week. The title of the post this week comes from “Mama Said Knock You Out” by Mr. Smith or Ladies Love Cool James, better known as LL Cool J….
Yesterday, when my dog wouldn’t come downstairs right away after I called him for his evening walk (what the hell, Chuck?), I realized the world is conspiring to make me ADD. My time management skills need work, and it is pretty easy for me to get sidetracked, I’ll admit it. But my distractibility is not…
Now is the time on Sprockets when we acknowledge being acknowledged. I have had bestowed onto me the coveted Love My Monkey award (or Liebe mein affe-mienke in the original German…OK, Liebster Award, whatever). I am much too lazy to copy and paste the award rules here. Suffice it to say I’m to give props…
There should be a special place in hell for people who commit the especially heinous offense of ruining your birthday party. My earliest birthday memory is the party during which my cousin Craig pushed me down our back stairs. I don’t remember ever speaking to him again. Cousin Craig and his family moved away a…
Do I miss my childhood? I miss four things about being a kid: my Gram, the close relationship I had with my older brother, summers being something special, and the excitement of Christmas. And maybe MTV playing music videos. I’m not secretive about not being a kid person. Not a very popular opinion, I know,…