The Nightly Collapse

I did it again.  I do it every night.  And every night I try to talk myself out of it.  In four brief seconds from the time I close the kids’ bedroom door to the time I round the corner and reach the guest bed, I manage an entire conversation with myself arguing for...

I Am Not a Nerd

I’m not your stereotypical nerd.  I don’t wear funny glasses (unless my contacts are bothering me).  I don’t know much about computers (except how to hand-code websites and integrate them into content management systems).  And I do not own pocket-protectors (I don’t...

An Empty Egg Carton

I usually don’t think anything about an empty egg carton.  I just throw it in the trash can.  Unless, of course, it is handed to me by my 2 1/2-year-old daughter on the cosmetic aisle of Wal-mart. I knew better than to go to the zoo in the first place.  I’ve had...

Bell-bottom Blues

There are things in life that are worse than shopping for new jeans.  But not very many.  I can’t believe I actually looked forward to getting a new pair of jeans today.  I know I’ve been jeans-shopping in the past few years; I have at least 25 pairs hanging in my...

Digital Organization

A couple of days ago I blogged about my weekly planning system.  I really love paper, and I like that I can see it without logging in to anything.  My biggest gripe about it, though, is that you can’t delete it and start over if it gets messy.  You have to re-write...