
Thursday 13: Confessions, Volume VI
We just rolled out of the Melting Pot after celebrating a belated birthday dinner for Mr. T and our dear friend, Debi. …
We just rolled out of the Melting Pot after celebrating a belated birthday dinner for Mr. T and our dear friend, Debi. …
What birthday would be complete without a singing hamburger card, really? I’ve listened to it at least a dozen times. Mr. T …
Once in a blue moon, I find myself solo on a Friday night. Mr. T’s off playing airplanes in Watsonville this weekend …
I don’t know about you, but the end of summer has been smokin’ around these parts. Literally, Sacramento decided to challenge its …
After 10 days traveling and bumming around Oshkosh, I delighted in staying home the last couple weeks. Boring, quiet, happy home. With cooking and …
Yesterday a manicurist held me hostage. Two manicurists, in fact. And my little sisters just sat by and watched. And laughed. After …
Me, Hank Canterbury and Mr. T (aka “Tank”) at SOS, outside of AirVenture. Many folks stop by for the cold beverages and …
Since school let out in May, it’s shocked me how different my life/schedule/work has been week to week. I’ve flown for research …
So… I lost track of an entire month. Again. Oops! But as the photographic evidence below suggests, the month did, in fact, …
Summer in academia feels like controlled chaos. Contrary to popular opinion, having “summers off” does not equate to three months of vacation, …