If you grew up like many of my friends did, you grew up with a fear of sounding like Steve Urkle, getting a brain injury from not wearing a bike helmet and being viewed as a bragger if you touted your own accomplishments. Of course you’d smile in public, but any type of praise was dutifully pushed aside with phrases like “Oh thanks, I’m not as good as _________ (insert name of teammate) but I try”, ” I just got lucky”, “My team did most of the work” and/or ” Yeah I did okay”. It was on the car ride …READ MORE
You know, I never really considered myself a competitive person. Don’t get me wrong, I liked winning- I liked the ability to gloat at the expense of someone else and to make others feel small and inferior, but if I lost? I was usually okay with that. I shrugged off defeat with grace and kindness, genuinely congratulating the other person on their success. I was a rare hybrid- eager to make fun of you if I won, but gracious if I lost.
And then… something changed.
Lately, I’ve been betting on everything. I’m not kidding here folks, there’s been 20 …READ MORE
Confession- My first choice was the solar system. This stemmed from a conversation I had with my brother during a long drive home when I realized I couldn’t name the planets in order. I was shocked. So in an attempt to deflect my ignorance, I proceeded to make various Uranus jokes.
Because sometimes I’m mature like that.
On Friday I still hadn’t fully decided what I was going study when I got a phone message from the library. A book I had forgotten I requested was in. The book? Interred with Their Bones (recommended by Bre). A Da Vinci Code-esque …READ MORE
Hooray! It’s almost February. I’m ready to kick off this month with candy hearts and red wine. So it’s so cold outside that after three seconds in the elements my nipples are so hard they could cut glass? I don’t care! It’s not January! So this chilly month includes the only holiday dedicated exclusively to coupled people and I am single? I don’t care! It’s not January! I would rather deal with 28 (or 29 days this Leap Year) days of shiny red and pink materialistic reminders of LOVE and SOUL MATES and BE MINES and SWEETHEARTS rather than spend …READ MORE