Thursday, April 11, 2013
I’ve had some odd neighbors.
In the four years that I’ve lived in my apartment, three have cycled through.
The first family was very nice. Well, I assume they were nice—we never actually spoke. But they didn’t light our doormat on fire, so in my book, that’s nice.
When they left, two 20-something frat guys moved in. They weren’t the brightest crayons in the box but they were polite and held the...
Thursday, April 4, 2013
If HR used brute force and accessed my personal Facebook page, they would learn the following things about me:
1. Sometimes I wish I were traveling and not in work. Oh, the humanity!
2. My source of news is People.com.
3. I frequently travel—and take pictures—with a one-inch plastic baby boy affectionately known as D Money.
4. Last week I accidentally zippered a piece of neck skin in my coat and...
Thursday, March 28, 2013
My family belonged to our neighborhood pool, and every summer we would attend the 4th of July party there.
The ice-cream eating contest and free hot dogs were great, but it was the final game of the day that always gave me pause.
After the hot fudge and hot dog buns were cleared away, one of the lifeguards would grease a large watermelon with Crisco, throw it in the deep end of the pool and...
Thursday, March 21, 2013
FOMO, fo’ sho.’
Translated into plain English, that’s “fear of missing out, for sure.”
As a Millennial, I admit to feeling this way at times—fearing that I’m missing out on something more exciting or fun than what I’m currently doing.
Social media plays a major role in this, of course. When you post a Facebook status proudly announcing that you just watched 12 episodes of Catfish without getting...