I don’t know why I feel so strongly about lines. And I don’t know why I put so much thought into them. Maybe it’s because while most people waiting in a line would pass the time by thinking about the important things going on in their life, if there isn’t a new episode of Survivor on that night, then I’m SOL. Instead, I stand there stewing over everything that is wrong about the situation. Take note: I don’t take any action to change things; I just carefully scrutinize how they are wrong. For fun. I’m not going to do anything about it. What can I do? Lines happen.* Continue reading
While my blog is generally a happy place, let me just state for the record that my perpetually single life isn’t always a series of funny missteps and situations that end with me shrugging and winking to a camera that isn’t there. I won’t lie. It’s tough out there for us singletons. Continue reading
This morning, a squirrel threw a piece of bread in my face.
Here is the scene of the crime: Continue reading
It’s a three-parter, guys. Watch out!
Other title I was considering: “A young woman’s strange and erotic journey from Milan to Minsk.” But that’s taken.
As you might know, my job requires me to travel around Canada in the fall and spring. It’s all very exotic and I’m as classy and exuberant as Julia Roberts the entire time. In the spring, it’s a two-week stint to select Canadian cities, and this year they were Vancouver, Calgary and Winnipeg–the first week in Vancouver and the second week split between Calgary and Winnipeg. Continue reading
My car is a silver 2001 Ford Taurus. When my dad graciously
offered agreed to get me a car during my second year of university, I was just so thrilled and grateful that I didn’t care what kind of car. One day, he took me to a Ford dealership where a shiny used Taurus awaited us in the lot. It was actually the first car I ever drove since my family loves minivans. Getting into this teeny little car was life-changing. It was so small and compact! The salesman must have never seen a 20-year-old’s eyes light up at the sight of a Taurus. It was an easy sell. We my dad purchased it in 2005, and I promised to make monthly payments to pay him back. As a student living away from home and working part-time at a floundering gift shop in the mall, I had over-estimated my budgeting skills. I kinda sorta stopped making payments to him after the first couple…..but shhhhhhhh! Don’t remind him!
In retrospect, I probably could have gotten something cooler. My dad must have been strumming his fingers like Mr. Burns and thinking “excellent” to put his daughter in a giant, safe, grandpa car. But you know what? It has grown on me. I am now proud to say that I drive a Taurus. It’s unique! How many people under 70 do you know who drives one? I’m special. Continue reading