Taking a walk down memory lane… Blog style
Yeah…
So, here I sit, up to my elbows in alligators (someone kindly remind me to look up the meaning/origin of that charming saying) and I’m trying to keep my promise to myself. That one where I said I would keep my blog all fresh and sparkly clean, full of cool updated posts by Yours Truly.
And then life got in the way.
Between packing my house, working out the final details of custody stuff, planning a move, working on training the new hire coming in to take over some aspects of my job, training the existing employees who are taking over the other aspects of my job, the job hunt for a new job (in a new city, where I’ve never lived before), and all that goes along with those things, my blog has fallen into disrepair. Or is it dishabille? Or… Oh, never mind.
In the interest of keeping things fun, and because I dealt with a charming gent on the phone who, after receiving my resume, apparently did some world-class digging and found my little hole in the Web (yipe), I am posting links to some of my older posts.
Why? Well, some of them are those “most popular” things, though I’ve no clue why. Others are just ones I like for some reason or another. And no, I’m not telling which is which!
Want proof that bigger isn’t always better? Go here.
How about a nostalgic look at color and those crayons we all loved? Click here.
A funny story about a family on a camp out and some rather pesky wind? Try this.
And finally, that question women should never ask, “Do these jeans make my butt look fat?”
wow..guess the resume just wasn’t enough huh?
that seems kinda sneaky if you ask me. He could of just asked you out right instead. did he like your writing?
computers are nice,till you hear this. I can’t believe he actually told you he found it.
Good luck with everything.
“When you’re up to your ass in alligators, it’s difficult to remember your original objective was to drain the swamp.”
I think that’s the original wry observation.
Having some serious lifestyle readjustments, aren’t you ? You’re going to need ‘quiet time’ for meditation – no techo-aids- to keep from going completely bugfuck. Change is stress and can cause panic reactions.
I’ve had some aggravation myself. Note the address change.
Ah- there you are!
I wondered where you’d gone…
Up and down the road, Roxy. Yesterday was intimidating if for no other reason than the ridiculous conditions in which to be working outside : – 27 C and blowing. It’s warming up to merely cold : not flesh-freezing hazard.