I heard the news today. Oh boy.
No, I am not singing a Beatles song. I really did hear the news today, and I really did utter an “Oh boy”.
After hearing the news, I took to the internet to find articles about what I had heard. My heart was sinking. Still, I mustered through the morning, which included seeing my son take part in his class play. On my way to my boss’ house, I heard the sad news again, and I began to talk to myself. I knew a post was pending.
I set up my laptops for work and checked my email. Immediately, I noticed the subject of one certain email from a longtime friend. Continue reading “A Tad Bit Obsessed”
I am a woman with many obsessions. My main obsession is
ice cream, but I am not writing about ice cream, today. Instead, I am writing about my other obsession and my other obsession’s offspring.
Now, before I get to the other obsession and the other obsession’s offspring, I want to remind you of the fact that I am a fan of Dancing with the Stars. Go ahead, judge me. I stand behind my random fandom. In fact, I proudly admitted to being a fan here, in this post. (Go Sugar! Go Sugar!)
I also want to let you know that the ‘Stars’ participating in this season of Dancing with the Stars were announced. Stick with me on this, please. Continue reading “The Offspring of my Other Obsession”
While singing to myself, “Hot town, Summer in the city; Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty… ” My computer alerted me to a new email. Though I am sure I was busy doing something super important (other than singing, of course), I opened up my email to see who sent me a note.
The note was from my friend Tracy. The subject was “What is your favorite Ben & Jerry’s ice cream?”
An email about ice cream?! By all means, the super important something that had my attention seconds ago went to the back burner. I opened the email to find the subject line was the only information. Tracy had a simple question, and she didn’t feel the need to add anything to the body of the email. I appreciated her brevity, especially since ice cream was the subject. Continue reading “The Lovin’ Spoonful(s)”