girl at large

I like to write about life when you have a job, some kids, a fixer upper and a fatal disease.

Category: ranting and raving

  • How I'd like to see that goddamn Folger's ad go: "Really honey, you want to get married this soon? Are you sure? Why don't you get out there and get a job first, and your own place, or at least start paying rent here. Here, have a cup of coffee and think it over…"

  • You can't do my refill until tomorrow? Because of some "30 in 24 days" insurance rule? No exceptions, even if I'm traveling the entire next week, including the day I will run out of medication that very clearly states on the actual bottle not to miss a day?  Ok, fine, I'll just pay for it…

  • I've lost 10.3 pounds (yes, there's an ap for that) of the quitting-smoking weight! But on me, it's hard to tell—when you take one apple out of a bushel, you still have a bushel.

  • Every year or so, I have just one glass too many and leave my credit card too near the computer and then, magically, I'm enrolled in an online dating site! How did that happen again? And as always, the photos. Guys, the photos!! Here are a few of my favorite "Don'ts". -Don't include shots that…

  • I sell used furniture. There's no getting around that. I was on site today for my first sizable installation of workstations–there to go over the design plan with the installers, watch the offload process, learn and …clean. By the time they get to the next customer, workstation components will have bumps and bruises and be…

  • It started last Sunday (my birthday!) and was a welcome winter break—even the rumor of snow and ice here is enough to bring Portland to a stand still. I had the day off, and enjoyed watching the pretty white flakes fall, as I finished making my own snowflake ornaments for the holiday. By Tuesday, I…

  • Today's work place quote: " I could rock a suede skirt." -me -look of doubt from co-worker "I could too! I could totally ROCK a suede skirt" -me, incredulous and insistent -24 year old co-worker walks away with look of mixed amusement and pity, not at the prospect of my about-to-be-thirty-six year old bottomside straining…

  • It just occurred to me: I should be PAINTING! I should be having SEX!

  • Ah, Therapy. After an orientation meeting more than a month ago, today was, at last, my first therapy appointment at Kaiser (my health care plan provider–a huge, corporate and unpleasant medical beast). My goals for Therapy are simple–just want to improve a few key issues, work through my workaholic-ism, and figure out why my libido…

  • Falling in love with a tv series where everyone, everywhere, smokes. Every scene. And I've just quit. It's cruel. And yet so good. Mad Men.