DATELINE: On a plane somewhere between Dallas-Fort Worth Airport and Vancouver, British Columbia So, here are some initial thoughts about my current location. First, there are two Canadian high school groups on my flight to Vancouver. One is a group of environmental science students who just spent two weeks in Costa Rica. Cool! Another is …
why am I awake?
It’s 2 a.m. and I should be asleep. Evidence seems to suggest that I’m not, however, and that sucks. I don’t cope well with a lack of sleep… though, it doesn’t happen often, so at least I can be thankful for that. At least in this case, I have a theory (who knows how valid …
downshifting is hard to do
I’m back from vacation now, all unpacked and settled in at Chez Liz. Rags is napping at my feet. And I have to tell you — it sucks. I mean, sure, no vacation can last forever … real life always intervenes, and I get that. I’m just sad that the week seemed to go by …
yeah. I feel this way sometimes.
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Hawaii rocks!
The first two days in Hawaii have been awesome … we have done an around-the-island drive, gone to the USS Arizona Memorial, shopped for souvenirs at the swap meet, seen the Pali Lookout and found a couple of really neat off-the-beaten-path trails, and made a couple of fantastic dinners. I am having such a great …
dear God, no.
Joe the Plumber says he may run for Congress Mr. Wurzelbacher told conservative talk show host Laura Ingraham that he is thinking of challenging Democratic Congresswoman Marcy Kaptur in her Toledo area seat in 2010.
in four days …
I will be a short drive from here. (Incidentally, “here” is the North Shore of Oahu.) The Oahu weather forecast says that, for the foreseeable future, it’s going to be partly cloudy and/or windy with a high of 78 and a low of 68 (+/- 2 degrees). I can’t wait!!
statistically significant other
I LOVE THIS CARTOON! (click for full sized version on their Web site)
just a touch, please
How have I *never* blogged about NAFNAF before? Sheesh, Liz. The six American girls who spent three weeks in France in the summer of 1994 were dubbed the NAFNAF gang by our French teacher… we were obsessed with NAFNAF t-shirts, and developed such a reputation for our NAFNAF affection that, when my family hosted another …
saying a lot without saying much
I censor myself rather often here, largely because I’m not always sure of (or, in some cases, particularly excited about) my audience. My post last Thursday inspired an unfortunate comment (which I deleted, ’cause I censor those, too — such a bad First Amendment defender I am in this domain! for shame, Liz!), and it …