If You Need Me, I’ll Be Busy Rescuing Kids from a Burning Building

Years ago, when I had to come up with weekly blog topics on ENT conditions, I set up a bunch of Google Alerts. These are notifications you receive whenever Google finds new results based on search terms you specify. Mine were based on keywords such as ears, nose, throat, and allergies. Whenever a relevant article … Continue reading If You Need Me, I’ll Be Busy Rescuing Kids from a Burning Building

You’ll Have to Pry This Cookie Gun From My Cold, Dead, Flour-Dusted Hands

At one point on Sunday afternoon, I was gathering and stacking wood while Tara was in the kitchen baking. Then I went downstairs to watch football while she busied herself doing laundry. Rarely have our gender roles been so clearly—and, it must be said, stereotypically—defined. It's not always like that. Honestly, it's rarely like that. … Continue reading You’ll Have to Pry This Cookie Gun From My Cold, Dead, Flour-Dusted Hands

Downtown is a Norman Rockwell Painting

A lot of people complain about the early darkness this time of year, but I kind of like it. Because quite often, around 4:30, I'll glance outside my office window and see a sight like this. That was Friday's sunset. It made up for the fact that I was the only person in my department … Continue reading Downtown is a Norman Rockwell Painting

Six-Pack of Giant Spiders

If you were reading me over the holidays last year, you probably recall a friendly little competition with Kelly, the overzealous neighbor across the street. She took so much pleasure in taunting me with her holiday display I started referring to her as Christmas Light Kelly. Gauntlets were thrown as we each tried to out-illuminate … Continue reading Six-Pack of Giant Spiders

There’s No Place Like Hermosa for the Holidays

Every year, come mid-July or so, I begin yearning for the holidays something fierce. There's nothing like triple-digit heat to make one long for mistletoe and holly and egg nog and yule logs. OK, maybe not yule logs when it's 102º in the shade. But everything else! And yet, more often than not, Christmas feels … Continue reading There’s No Place Like Hermosa for the Holidays

Freezin’s Greetings

Now that almost everybody we have sent Christmas cards to this year has received theirs, I can finally share the photo with y'all. (Karri, close your eyes. Canada takes longer and we didn't get these out quite as early as planned.) Photo Christmas cards are a tradition dating back to childhood. Like, early-early childhood. My … Continue reading Freezin’s Greetings

When Potlucks Go Awry

It’s been an interesting week at CenturyCo, capped off with a visit by the fire department this morning. This is what happens when potlucks go awry. Could've been worse, though: at least our building didn’t burn down. The close call merely resulted in a smoke-filled office, blaring fire alarms, and a forced evacuation. You know, … Continue reading When Potlucks Go Awry

Breaking Up is Hard to Do

It's always a joy to find an unexpected flamingo from an anonymous sender in your mailbox! Actually, there were two — a veritable mini flock, if you will. This ornament and an ice cube tray. I can't wait to make cocktails with flamingo ice! Pretty sure I know who my not-so-secret Santa is in this … Continue reading Breaking Up is Hard to Do

99 Bottles of Beer on the Floor

It was yet another busy weekend. I swear, I say that all the time, but I feel like I never get any downtime. I mentioned this to my mom last weekend and she said when married couples both work full-time, it's inevitable that weekends are filled with chores. She's right, of course. At least if … Continue reading 99 Bottles of Beer on the Floor

Sunburn in the Third Degree

Today, Tara and I stopped by CenturyCo to decorate my office. You think the rivalry with my neighbor is over the top? Well, when there's a company-wide competition with some great prizes on the line, I've gotta pull out all the stops. Right? My coworkers will be ill-prepared for the unexpected holiday spirt they're going … Continue reading Sunburn in the Third Degree