The week before thanksgiving, Chris, myself, and the roommate Payson decided to host a Thanksgiving dinner for everyone at work who was away from home or just wanted an excuse to hang out and eat. The original invite list was small – but quickly outgrew our original stash of supplies (we can’t forget to invite so-and-so!). Instead of one turkey we were going to need two, plus extra potatoes and more side dishes. We put Payson in charge of buying more potatoes. Would you like to guess how many potatoes he bought? Here’s a clue: it’s one month later, and…

I went to the mall today, and found myself surprised by the crowds.  There were people directing traffic, there were police surveillance vans, and there were very long lines at the store registers.  I don’t know why I was surprised at this – I mean, it’s just two short weeks from Christmas.  Of course the mall is going to be a zoo. Well, actually, I do know why I was so surprised.  It’s because sometimes I am phenomenally unobservant of the world around me.  I find myself constantly surprised about very predictable events:  holiday shoppers and rush hour traffic and…

I know I’ve been kind of lackadaisical on the blog lately. It’s not that things aren’t exciting around these parts… I mean, Chris met the governor and we found out why our water bill was so high that the lady at Public Works almost fell out of her chair when she saw the bill and we hung Christmas lights and shorted out Christmas lights and bathed the dog a lot because for some reason she is extra smelly right now. Also, I bought an outfit to wear to the company Christmas party and the cat peed on the white carpet…

Between Phoenix and San Diego, there are two border patrol checkpoints.  For some inexplicable reason, I get nervous every time I drive through them.  I don’t know why.  I’m not doing anything illegal.  I don’t look suspicious.  They don’t have any reason to pull me over and, if they did, they wouldn’t find anything anyway.  Sometimes they just wave you through and sometimes they ask a few simple questions.  They are usually along the lines of “are you a US citizen?” and “where are you headed to?” I’m pretty good at the first one.  And given the frequency that I travel through these checkpoints headed to the…

Everybody has their pet peeves.  For some people, it’s important things, like “people who don’t tip” or “people who chew loudly” or “people who don’t use their turn signals when they specifically know you’re trying to follow them to an unknown destination.”  Oh, wait, that last one’s definitely one of mine. But I also have one really weird pet peeve.  It’s the stupidest thing ever, and yet it bothers me.  A lot. I hate it when people use the microwave, stop it before the timer is done, and then they DON’T HIT THE BUTTON TO CLEAR THE DISPLAY. What if…

I was sitting at my desk the other day, when one of my colleagues stopped by and said he had brought me something. He then set an object down on my desk that vaguely resembled a collection of small dog poops, saran-wrapped and vacuum sealed. I eyed it with a mixture of fear, confusion, and disgust. “What is it?” “It’s elk jerky.” The disgust faded, but the confusion remained. “Elk jerky?” “Yes, remember when I went elk hunting last season, and you asked me to bring you some elk jerky, but I forgot?  Well, here’s your elk jerky.” There was a short…

Well, technically, I should say come fly with me and my husband, since we’d need him to actually pilot the plane. Maybe now you’re thinking: OMG you have a PLANE! That is so totally awesome. You must be like, rich, or something! OMG a PLANE! And while I absolutely love our plane and am very thankful to have it in our lives… I must mention a few things first. It is not a fancy corporate jet, in fact, it is not a jet at all. It is a single-engine prop plane. It travels at about 130 knots on average. (1…

In no particular order, here are my four favorites of the day: Favorite customer services rep: The lady at the speedy checkout line at Wal-Mart who actually knew the definition of the word “speedy.” AND she was super nice. Favorite commercial: The Snickers “Grocery Store Lady” Halloween ad Favorite new artist: The Maine Favorite pet moment: When I feed the cat and she is so absolutely ecstatic about dinnertime that she is literally purring while she’s eating. And there you have it.