Have you ever heard the story of the person who got the game winning monopoly piece off his McDonald’s cup and anonymously mailed it to a Children’s Hospital?  Forgoing millions, he/she gave without asking for any type of credit or appreciation.  The act of giving itself was enough for him/her. 

I think I'm in love with you. Always on time, you arrive with the added pleasure of late sleeping and spare time to linger in pajamas over a cup of piping hot coffee. I particularly enjoy welcoming your weekly arrival by creating a hearty homemade breakfast while I tune into the Phantom Gourmet and TV Diner. Without the added "tomorrow is Monday" stress that your pal Sunday morning brings, Saturday morning, I just wanted to thank you for being you.

Love always,
Your biggest fan

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I remember when I fell off my pedestal.  It was not too long after my second child was born.  When my husband and I were newlyweds we often talked excitedly about how we wanted to raise our children.  We read lots of books and said, “oh yes, this is how we want to do it!” or “oh, we’ll never do that to our kids!”  We would sit in restaurants and sneer at parents who couldn’t control their kids.  We would say “if only they would say or do X, their kids wouldn’t act like that; when we have our kids it’ll be differe

Today, I became a Skirt!Setter.  

It happened while I was at work typing number after number into a dull grey computer screen. I sent in my application while sitting in my small, quiet cubicle (which is almost as grey as the computer screen). And I waited in full anticipation until, alas, I saw the news. And, as I suspected, when I received the “Congratulations!” e-mail from Skirt!, all I wanted to do was walk out of the office and hole up in a comfy corner with a hot cup of caffeinated something, and write all of my thoughts on paper.  

Savannah, GA is home to the second largest St. Patrick's Day celebration in the country, second only to New York.  The city's website estimates that approximately 600,000 people infiltrate the city to take part in the drunken spectacle.  I took this photo at 11 a.m. as I rode past this guy on East Broughton Street.

Like Inspector Gadget, I only find things when I'm not looking for it. Paris was no exception.

Right so, here I am.  Sort of a mini dream come true.  I'm actually blogging for someone other than my own blog.  Pinch me now I must dreaming!  I'm so excited.  I almost stood up at my desk and yelled Woohoo (Vicki from RealHouseWives style)!  And then I thought- um I have to post.  What should I say?  How do I properly introduce myself to this awesome community.  I could provide you my life story- it's kinda fun.  No too cliche.  I could provide you an insight to my life via my medical history...it's long and hilarious.&nbsp

I must have stepped on a leprauchan on Wednesday because I feel damn lucky.  It coincidentally has occured directly after a streak of terrible which makes everything triple enchanting. Like sticking a rose next to a pile of dirt.

Well I finished every single short story by Raymond Carver in the book of his collected works that I picked up at the library as part of my 26 books for my 26h birthday challenge.

Carver is a literary genious and I loved every single story I read. I'm not exaggerating either, I loved them all. They were all so different, so vibrant, so telling ... it was just good writing.

I have struggled with the white page lately. I have struggled to put into words the changes and shifts of my reality. This

week I felt stuck in my head, even when I took a break from my projects: like trying to install new Customer Relationship Manger software and planning a golf tournament I was still there in my head. I was not engaged with the moment but rather engaged with thinking deeply about my projects, about life, about past conversations, struggling to connect in conversation in the moment.

Writing is one of the loneliest professions there is.  You work alone, you motivate alone, you judge alone.  You don't really have someone to bounce ideas off of (unless you work in a team), you don't always have someone to tell you "this is ready to go out!", you're not sure when too much revising is killing you're writing.

I’d rather run barefoot and blindfolded over a snake-infested field than go shopping for a new computer. Buying a new car is less stressful. Doing your taxes is less mentally exhausting. At least you get money back in the end if you’ve done them right.

THE KKK and the GOP

In August 2008, Derek Black, the then 19 year old son of former KKK grand wizard, Don Black, won a little noticed election for a Republican Executive Committee seat in Palm Beach County, Florida.