Category Archives: change


Three hours into the 9/11 memorial service in New York, they are still reading the names of the nearly 3,000 people who died on September 11, 2001.  I watched the first 30 or 40 minutes at work, then kept it … Continue reading

Posted in 9/11, America, change, fear, Patriot Day, sad | 2 Comments

The Mellowed-Out Cat

In the process of resurrecting my blog, in making updates and reading through old posts, I feel almost like I should change the name to The Mellowed-Out and Relatively Calm Cat.  My posts are far less sarcastic rants and rage-filled … Continue reading

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Where Have They Gone?

When I first started this blog, I wrote fast and furious, frantic and ferocious, venting and complaining and ranting, hashing over the joys (ahem) of dealing with a jealous, self-absorbed womb-for-rent who refused to let go of a man who … Continue reading

Posted in bloggers, change, friends, support, time, writing | 8 Comments

The NFL Blame Game

I am a football fan.  And I am a proud, unabashed feminist.  So I should be jumping rabidly onto the anti-NFL, fire-Goodell, you-go-girl women’s movement bandwagon, right? Hell, no. I hold the unpopular opinion that people are solely responsible for … Continue reading

Posted in change, Domestic violence, NFL | 4 Comments

Back to It

This evening, I went somewhere I have not been in a long, long time.  I am surprised I didn’t need a map, a compass, and high-tech GPS to guide me there, as my memory of this place’s exact location has … Continue reading

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Facebook and the Silver Prom Dress

After my glorious foray into eBay, I felt primed and ready to boldly tackle facebook too. One of my first friends on facebook was the husband of my best friend from high school, and we exchanged sarcastic jokes and bizarre, … Continue reading

Posted in blast from the past, change, facebook, prom | 7 Comments


I’ve always liked small, fast, sporty cars, and I was the only girl in high school who toted around a copy of Motor Trend or one of my father’s car magazines instead of Seventeen or Young Miss. My father liked … Continue reading

Posted in car shopping, cars, change, family, my father | 7 Comments