HELLO, SPRING! I MISSED YOU. First of all, I did not even know today was the first day of spring. Or else I might have bounded out of bed with a bit more enthusiasm. I might have did a little jig on the sidewalk. I might have done something crazy, like WORN A SWIMSUIT to…

I have found a solution to my patience woes.This BlackBerry will change my life and the lives of those around me. Right now I am in line to get on an airplane a.k.a. The death zone, surrounded by confusion and people who like to move slowly. Normally I would be bored and perhaps irate. Instead…

(inspired by Marta.) I am a big fan of the big bag. I like to feel like in case of an emergency my bag could be a flotation device. Or a provider of Sharpies in a national crisis. I need a big bag because I am a collector of stuff. Freebies. Like coasters, business cards,…

When I was four years old, I was a bit of a rainbow fan. So much so, that I spent all of preschool painting one after another and proudly carrying them home. I love that Mom had me sign my name to this one. I love that she framed it and that it is still…

Why can I not write a Vegas Recap? This is my third and final attempt. Vegas was the same. Under construction, able to steal my money and full of really bad haircuts. But the location was the backdrop. The trip was about seeing my girls for the first time since graduation. It was about dancing…

Anyone have any recent experience taking a polaroid camera (and film) on an airplane? I am not planning on checking my bags, so I would have it in my carry on. I googled the question and could not get any current information. The TWA site does not say you CANNOT have polaroid film. But it…

I was on a mission today to find a dress to wear to Vegas this weekend. Just One Good Dress. So I left for work two hours early, thinking I could shop on M Street. Therein lies the problem in my planning. Because M Street, while lovely, has two types of clothing stores. There are…

E: (opens the door to the still clearly active dryer and shouts at the clothes) ARE YOU DONE YET? P: (points meaningfully at his wrist) Baby. E: WHAT? P: (continues to point) E: Oh. Patience.

Walked inside the apartment tonight and it seriously looked like Paul had shampooed the rug. But I knew that was impossible. So I asked if perhaps he had vacuumed. He denied. "Well something is different" I said, before realizing that with Daylight Savings Time comes sunlight. In our apartment. After I get home from work.…

So I Sharpied "patience" on the inside of my wrist a couple days ago. As encouragement. As a reminder. As a gigantic wish. And part of me wonders if the result will be similar to if I were to write "brown hair" on my wrist. My hair color would not change, but I would for…