Before I begin, let me go on record that my husband just called me a “freak of nature” because I remembered our credit union’s routing and ridiculously long account numbers perfectly and without hesitation. On my third second glass of …
I am a recovering perfectionist. I may have mentioned that once or twice or eleventy billion times. I struggle against it daily, sometimes to the point of appearing to not give a damn. It’s also glaringly obvious in the 1) …
It has come to our attention that some of you have forgotten the principals by which this Department runs. So, on this Tuesday that feels like a Monday, some reminders. We suggest you post these in a few prominent places, …
And so it begins. We have been very lucky that A, for all his problems and idiosyncrasies and struggles and alphabet soup of diagnoses, has been accepted by his peers. Peers who have very little in common with him, and certainly don’t …
The lack of posts as of late has nothing to do with a lack of topics and/or opinions floating around in Ye Olde Noggin, and everything to do with the fact that this blog is not a cardboard box/paintbrush/tub of …
I’ve decided I’m just going to go ahead and have a panic attack followed by a not-insignificant nervous breakdown over this move. You know, just get it out of my system already. No point putting it off any longer. Oh, why, …
I think, before I start writing here, I’m going to direct you to the pretty link at the top of the page. The one that says {privacy}. If you’re in a feed reader or catching this through NetworkedBlogs, click on …
I said I’d never color my hair again after a painfully bad experience when I was 16. Never say never. I said I’d never have a dog again after having a psychotic Shih Tzu in high school. Never say never. …
I have incredible physical balance. The rare times I do yoga (which kills me, because I love yoga…but my tendency to put off what I most enjoy is a completely different post), I’m able to balance all twisted up with no …
Hi. My name is Jen. I am a perfectionist. It has taken me a long time to recognize this, even longer to accept it. I am a perfectionist and will likely remain a perfectionist. It’s in my wiring and I …
