I want to go to there

Most of the time I really dig my job. I know a lot of people can’t say that, so I count myself as one of the lucky ones. Usually, my gig is pretty chill and laid back, with lots of perks. I can listen to whatever music I want whenever I want. I can surround myself with toys and tchotchkes galore. I have a huge wall of windows that looks out onto a green space (and also the highway but if I try really hard, I can block that out of my view). But there are times, like these last few weeks, when I am ready to pull my hair out because it’s all just too much. Continue reading “I want to go to there”


Do blondes have more fun?

Before Beezy came into my life, I was the kind of gal who used box hair color, felt that 2-in-1 shampoos were a gift from above, and whose sense of style was whatever was easiest to grab from a drawer or the closet. But a funny thing happens when you become a parent to a French Bulldog. You start to get a ton of attention — because they get a ton of attention. You’ll be walking down the street and random people will approach you to ask about your dog. They’ll ask if it’s a Boxer, a Pit Bull, a Pug or a Pughuahua (true story). It can be unsettling, especially if you’re an introvert.

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