A few of my friends actually seek conversations on airplanes. They like meeting new folks. They sometimes choose books to “read” that they think might invite questions.
While I am enjoying the blogosphere, people in real life are a little more scary to me. I am bookish, not gregarious, and when I [...]
Archive for March, 2006
When You Want to Talk to Strangers
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Uncategorized on March 30, 2006 | 2 Comments »
God Made All Kinds of Flowers, and They Are All Beautiful
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Uncategorized on March 24, 2006 | Comments Off
Since we bought this house, I have been learning to garden. I call my gardening style “Clumsy but Enthusiastic.” I am also cheap. No, I aspire to be cheap. Really I’m just poor.
The husband (a saint) watches the kids so I can go to a free gardening class. [...]
So if this motherhood gig falls through…
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Uncategorized on March 24, 2006 | 1 Comment »
I just watched Three Days of the Condor, a 1970s spy movie. If you liked Bourne Identity, you’ll love it. Anyway, Robert Redford plays a bookish researcher for the CIA (uh-huh, Robert Redford nerdy. That’s why they call it acting). His colleagues are murdered and he must flee the assassins and uncover [...]
Factettes
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Uncategorized on March 22, 2006 | 1 Comment »
Four jobs you have had in your life:1. Ice cream scooper (lasted two weeks)2. Audio-visual nerd, um, librarian3. General office flunkie4. Archivist
Four movies you would watch over and over (in no specific order):1. His Girl Friday2. Strictly Ballroom3. The Color Purple4. North by Northwest
Four TV shows I miss most:1. Angel2. Titus3. Star Trek TNG4. The [...]
Looking Ridiculous and Loving (er, accepting) It
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Uncategorized on March 21, 2006 | 5 Comments »
When I was five-years-old, I found in our basement a plastic holly wreath that my mother used at Christmas time. It was made to fit around a thick candle and, as it happened, fit quite nicely on the top of a five-year-old’s head. I was walking around with this wreath on my head, [...]
