The saga of the kitchen tiles
I never talked about our kitchen tiles (until last week) and I surely did not plan to write a whole post about them, but here we are. I am sure some of you, who have...
Category: f*ck that
It’s time to be uncomfortable
The last few weeks have left me sad, frustrated, and overwhelmed. I think those are valid feelings with everything that has been going on lately. The death of George Floyd in police custody has ignited...
Here we go again…
Photo by Nathan Bingle on Unsplash ** Disclaimer: I am getting a little political here. You probably know where I stand. If you can’t handle politics being discussed, politely click away now.** If you followed the news over...
Another chapter of the never-ending story of the U.S. Postal Service and me
Yeah, it was about time that I wrote another chapter of my upcoming book “The Never-Ending Story of the U.S. Postal Service and me”, wasn’t it? (← Just kidding about the book deal, but I...
Here we are yet again
By now, everybody must have heard about the mass shooting that occurred at a gay night club in Orlando over the weekend (or you must be living under a rock). These things are happening way too...
F*ck off, cancer (take two)
#tbt Last week, I dug out this picture of my best friend and me. It’s one of my favorites. Those were happy, carefree times. I think this was taken ca. 2001. Obviously, we were dressed...
How I suddenly have ALL THE TIME and feel paralyzed
If you read my previous (password-protected) post, you know the details about my current predicament. I am on forced unpaid leave due to the government shutdown (and there are some frustrating details involved in my...
Protected: On being tired of always getting the short end of the stick
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Floored
{via} Ok, seriously you guys, I never thought something like that would ever happen to me. I am usually sooo good about this kind of stuff. I am talking about backing up my computer. A...
Letting go
My Granddad passed away Sunday night. It all feels like a blur. I’ve listened to my sister cry on the phone, I listened to my Dad’s calm and collected voice when he called and I...