I am a peeping Thomasina. I look in people’s windows. Do you do this? I’m not interested in the people – I’d rather they not be there, so I can look more openly. I want to see their house. I want to see the color of their walls, the size of their tv and where…
Category: I Can Haz Recession Angst
On Happiness
Lawyerish is writing a lot about happiness these days. After a lovely six month maternity leave of which I am uber jealous, she went back to work (as a lawyer, in case her blog’s title didn’t clue you in), and she seems to still be shaking out how she feels about not spending all day…
Jiggity Jog
Home again, after a weekend away to attend weddings which I may or may not have time to recap. The weekend, or the weddings. However, when we arrived, I did NOT have a rejection letter in the mailbox from my basically-last-hope for a summer job. Thank goodness for small favors.
Thank You For Your Application
They rustle at me from the bin in the corner. They whisper You Aren’t Good Enough. This Was A Waste of Time. Your Children Deserve Better. Be Afraid. You Will Never Succeed. Rejection letters – I could, as they say, paper a wall with them. A couple of walls. I have been afraid about getting…
Boo
It’s a hazy, sunless, windless, sticky hot weekend. We’re listless, drifting around the house. I’m taking pictures of nothing in particular. The Professor isn’t feeling well. I’m thinking of ditching him with a bath and some movies and tea, and taking myself on a hike, or I may lose my mind. My high flying mood of…