I haven’t been posting much lately because I’ve been busy with other stuff — Not an excuse ! I know.
A lot of the other stuff that’s been preoccupying my time has to do with an attempt to organize and classify all of my online accounts and resources. Since I do Social Media by profession, I decided to make as hard of line as possible between my “professional” profile and “personal” profile. I kind of gave up on “private” (see Google Creepiness) a long time ago when talking about anything Internet related and I’m only focused on maintaining some kind of privacy in my offline life (which also is not so easy). Continue reading
It’s that time of year again.
Actually, I think the red and white stripes look a bit too much like candy cans; if you don’t see my thumbs it seems I am fixated on the wrong holiday. I am, in any case, very happy with how the stars came out. Stars and strips forever.
Let’s not forgot our past:
I was really in the mood to do some browsing for summer dresses at ASOS today. Continue reading
I’ve always been my father’s daughter. Well, yeah, obviously. But I mean in the sense that I was a total Daddy’s girl. He was a craftsman, with fully pimped out garage complete with power tools that he actually used. I loved watching him build stuff. He built so much of the furniture in our house: bookcases for any empty wall, though he could barely build them as fast as my mom could fill them up with all the books she was reading. He built tables and chairs, gorgeous custom dollhouses for both me and my sister, complete with wallpaper, working lighting, and doorbells. Continue reading
I actually started this post about a year and a half ago. I thought it was an interesting topic, but apparently very few things annoy me. (Pause for uncontrollable laughter to that ridiculous idea). OK, so let’s get to it. Continue reading
I was tired returning home from work one sunny afternoon just over a month ago. I wanted to curl up in bed and take a nap. My husband joined me. That was when I realized how much I missed having our feline companion jump around the bed whenever we were feeling down and, simply by her mere presence, bring a lightness to the room.
“I miss Daphne.” I said.
I finally managed to watch the finale of How I Met Your Mother. I liked it. But um, that comes with a few caveats.
** spoiler alert, only continue reading if you’ve watched the finale of HIMYM **