Category: Categorizing Things is Overrated

I am living in someone else’s house now.   That’s what it feels like, anyway.  This is a small house, one sans closets, with walls made out of cardboard and crap carpets and a tiny washer/dryer that runs 24/7 to keep up with the diapers.  I can’t tell you how many times I’ve performed the complicated…

It’s been a rough week, logistics wise.  I thought my husband leaving town for the last trimester of my pregnancy was hard, but man this two week trip is draaaaaaagging.  It’s easier in a way, because I don’t have time to, like, miss his sparkling presence from my day – I’m too busy missing his pair…

Bear with me while I go all boring on you here.   I’m commenting on another blog – one I love, about ideas, much bigger and more sweeping stuff than my little keep-the-grandparents-updated journal here – and we’re having an online comment discussion about performance in business.  How do we measure people’s performance?  How SHOULD…

A woman we just hired just informed us she is halfway through a pregnancy.  She’d been facing a layoff at her former company, and her move here made total sense.  We chased her, sought her, and were thrilled when she accepted.  I found out she was pregnant and bought her a little teething ring at…

Tonight I dressed up some Top Ramen with mixed vegetables and the indulgence of some frozen shrimp.  I had a big salad to go with it, chunks of cheese and raw mushroom.  I ate at 9 pm, after I’d put the kid to bed and tidied the house to its ridiculous state of cleanliness.  Always "show ready," until the offer we received yesterday (5 days…