Cat – After an intense night of Yard Activity Surveillance (from her perch on the open windowsills) and Keeping Mom and Dad Up (a job she takes very seriously), the Schmitt is most certainly sleeping. Where? In my husband’s lap, or on his computer keyboard, whichever is least convenient for him. Husband – Darlin’ is at home working on his summer temp job resume today. Ahhh, that dilemma that crops up each spring for the grad student – your stipend may stop paying out in April and not start up again til September, but that doesn’t mean we stop living our rock and roll lifestyle! Snort. I’d say Darlin’ is…

He was half Asian, half Caucasian – his hair was thick and black and curly, his eyes were a mysterious blue gray. He spoke with an almost British diction and cadence – I never once heard him drop a final consonant or even use a contraction in his speech. He was sooo smart, and self confident, and handsome. He wore Coke-bottle glasses and had somewhat pallid skin, and was pretty gawky, but oh how I loved him. And weren’t we all gawky at that age? My first love. I remember him well, and also I remember when I told my mother I was in dire straits over this boy. I…

It is 10:42 am and I’m eating my lunch. Why are you eating your lunch so early, you might ask? I would answer: because it is a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a side of salt and vinegar chips and I just can’t wait anymore. Why, oh why, do I love PB&J? What is it about this stuff that destroys my willpower and makes me feel like all is right with the world? I don’t think I’m alone – I think it’s an indisputable fact of nature, practically written in the Constitution of the United States, that a born and raised red-white-and-blue American must love the PBJ. I have…

Hello, and welcome to the blog. I’ll be your hostess each Monday and every fourth Friday – my name is G Love, and I will endeavor to be as interesting for you as my cereal bowl of milk is to my cat this morning. Schmitty, I’m trying to focus. Go away. Schmitty cat is just one of the many characters who will be getting in my way as I write for you all – though usually I won’t be playing hooky, as I am today, and thus will be writing from work, where the Schmitt is thankfully not allowed. It’s hard to type with a cat on your lap who…