Archive for August, 2009

In which I get a new wedding ring

Friday, August 28th, 2009

My first husband and I had this fun thing where we wouldn’t wear our weddings rings when we weren’t getting along. Needless to say, we rarely wore our wedding rings. For our first (and last) wedding anniversary I bought him a new ring (with wolves, or some other crap engraved on it) in an attempt [...]

In which I almost fell off Mt. Rainier and died

Wednesday, August 26th, 2009

Every winter, when I was younger, my family would put on our snowsuits and boots, pack up our 3-wheelers and had up to Salt Lake City to this one specific mountain to go ridin’ as a family. And every night before we headed out I laid awake in my bed and worried about the ride. [...]

In which YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Wednesday, August 19th, 2009

When The King was laid off of work last month he was given a severance package that included his bus pass, a few hundred dollars (okay, maybe more) and the promise that they would pay his insurance until the end of the year. The bus pass thing is great as it enables him to ride [...]

In which I yell. And cry. And bake cobbler.

Monday, August 17th, 2009

I yelled at my boss today.
I’ve been in the real-working-world for over twelve years.  In those twelve years I’ve showed up to work everyday with a clean outfit  that required some thought.  I shower every day.  I wear make-up and jewelry.  Every day.  I put a smile on my face, every day, even on the [...]

In which I don’t spend my wedding anniversary at a Mariners game

Wednesday, August 12th, 2009

Last week, at work, I won two tickets to a Mariners game. While we’re not sports fans at our house, going out to a ballgame once a season is usually a fun excursion. I gladly accepted the tickets and promptly begin thinking, too much, about whether or not I wanted to even go to the [...]

In which….

Thursday, August 6th, 2009

On Monday I ate a granola bar for breakfast and had about five cups of Caf-fix. For lunch I had a frozen lunch (turkey) and grapes. Dinner was a sandwich (left over BBQ meat from the weekend). I wore a tan skirt, black shirt and my “fancy” flip-flops. I wore my hair in a ponytail. [...]