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A Stranger to Change Starts a New Chapter
I’ll come right out and admit it. I’m not a big fan of change. I like what I like. I get comfortable. Maybe complacent. I’d like to call it “committed.” I’ll let you decide which definition of that term that you feel best suits me. Read the rest of this entry
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Alphabetize This!
Many of the people who know me have heard me refer to “Letter night,” which happens every month or two and to which I always look forward. The premise is this: We cook our way through the alphabet. So for example, for the letter A, everyone brought a dish that began with the letter A. It was always a surprise to see what we ended up with and how different they could be. As I recall, I first joined this tradition around the letter “I”, and it took about another 5 years to make it through the rest of the alphabet.
I think we’ve all enjoyed these nights, and so when we got to Z, we decided to start again – with a twist. This time, the host (as determined by alphabetical order, of course), decides what ingredient we all work with, ala Iron Chef/Chopped. For A night, Amy decided on Artichokes. And this past weekend, Colleen decided on, of all things, Bologna.
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Holy Crap, I’ve Hit 100
Move along, move along. Nothing to see here.
Unless, of course, you’re interested in hearing my self-congratulation. Because, really, that’s all this post is about. So. A few stats:
- 100 blogs. Wow. Totally thought I would have quit blogging by now. Oops. Probably shouldn’t have admitted that.
- 7,500 page views. (wow – thanks guys)
- Five most popular posts to date in order:
- Five most commented on blogs:
- Five posts that I think *should* have gotten more traffic (in no particular order):
I’ve been having fun with it so far – have you? And to make this post not entirely all about me – tell me which topics you like best and which topics you’d like to me to tackle more often.
I’ll see you again at 200.
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Remembering How the Jello Used to Jiggle
When I was growing up in LA, I loved basketball so much that my dream in life was to be Chick Hearn.
I used to use a tape recorder similar to this one.
(Even then, you can tell that my athletic ability was non-existent, since I was dreaming of being an announcer, not a player.) Somewhere in the bowels of my mom’s house are hidden a few audio tapes of a 12-year-old girl vainly attempting to provide the play-by-play for a Lakers game. I used to watch the game, turn down the sound and use an old tape recorder to practice.
What a load of crap.
I got it! I finally got it! A load bag of crap! What, you don’t know what I’m talking about? I take it you’re not familiar with woot.com?
Encouraging Creativity
I love creativity. For my part, I don’t have a creative bone in my body, nor am I an entrepreneur. Which may be why I appreciate both qualities so much. As a result, I was pretty excited when I stumbled across the website Kickstarter.
This post brought to you by Hallmark.
Okay, I admit it. I’m a sucker for a really good Hallmark card. I’m easily influenced by a certain type of sappy, thoughtful and pseudo-thoughtful quotes/sayings. Case in point, I really love the quote attributed to Ralph Waldo Emerson about success. You know, this one:
Time for a short commercial break
Slammed at work and probably won’t be writing for a couple weeks unless it’s on airplane time. So I’m creating this evergreen post for whenever this happens to me.
Please stay tuned while I go make a living, and in the meantime, why don’t you take a second to read a post you may have missed?
For fun
For K updates (and yes, I owe some more)
For my views on life
And for some of my memories
Catch you when I have some breathing room!
Gratitude – October 10, 2010
A couple of weeks ago, I decided to start a Gratitude Journal. You can read the explanation and the first entry here. So here is this week:
A little Job-ian
So I was catching up with a friend of mine on Facebook, when she asked a question that made me realize that she and I hadn’t chatted in a while. So as I was catching her up, I realized that my life must sound a little Job-ian.
