Karsten’s quote of the day lifetime: “She’s having a happy fit in my pants!” *** Got a massage today at Nashville Sports Massage on Church St. I went there to see if the guy could help me with my lingering
Scene It? and Napoleon Dynamite
Karsten and I went over to ‘s place last night to play Scene It? — and won, that lucky bastard. 😉 No, he obviously knows his movies — credit where credit is due — but he did get a couple
2005 Priorities and Resolutions
One of the things we do on my team at work when we’re setting goals for a time period is to determine what our areas of focus (or “pillars”) for that period are; in other words, what overarching categories of
Long lunches and long hauls back home
Just got back from lunch with Karsten, , and my coworker J at Baja Fresh. But not the West End Baja Fresh! No, the Green Hills Baja Fresh. So it was different. Snootier. Or, well, it should have been. But
A proliferation of two-year birthday traditions
If doing something two years in a row can be considered a “tradition,” then I shall keep with tradition by singing to myself: Happy, happy birthday to me Happy birthday to me And to you – with thanks and apologies
Here in Chicagoland…
[This is an entry I wrote in my Clie PocketLJ client last night, but I can’t get my laptop to connect to the network at work from my parents’ house, so I’m typing the entry in through my mom’s computer
The morning after
I woke up this morning and thought “Wow, I can’t believe I forgot to brush my teeth last night.” Then I realized, no, I did brush my teeth. That’s just how gross my mouth feels anyway. Ewww. OK, sorry. It
‘Tis the season… for birthday parties
Well, that was fun! We went to a coworker’s birthday party at Rumours Wine Bar in the up-and-coming area of 12th Avenue South. Karsten slipped out at one point and checked out The Art House next door, and I went
“The best hot chocolate in the world”
This is what my coworker gave me for my birthday/Christmas: Mariebelle Aztec Hot Chocolate. I’m drinking my first cup of it now, and it is so rich and decadent I think I may pass out. 🙂
We’re back in the market for a house. Preferably one that hasn’t been fire-bombed.
Hoo boy. You’re not gonna believe this. We went for the house inspection this afternoon. Right away, this inspector (Bill) was walking around saying things like “Something’s not right.” He pointed a bunch of stuff out to us, but he