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Personal and Professional Musings

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  • Some insight

    Some insight

    I heard a friend re-tell this story and I thought this was an interesting tale so I’m passing it on. Consider it food for thought and not an endorsement. Yesterday on my way to lunch, I passed one of the homeless guys in that area, with a sign that read “Vote Obama, I need the…Keep…

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  • I second that emotion

    I second that emotion

    KA hit the nail on the head. This is why I heart her: she and I agree on this sorta thing and feel the need to blog about it. And because she scrapbooks. Yes, I verb-ed my hobby: to scrapbook. Halloween Costumes 101 For the record, I’m dressing up as a gangster. Because they wear…Keep…

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  • My nemisis

    I think it’s safe to say that I have a very strong aversion to my new place. I haven’t really unpacked a lot of things in hopes that I will magically wake up and love my new apartment and want to enjoy the newness that comes with the unpacking. So far, no luck. We all…Keep…

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  • The one about the expanding waistline

    I think I had the best meal since I moved to Louisiana the other night. It was phenomenal. Like, bring-on-the-elastic-waisted-pants phenomenal. A friend of mine from home was out here on business this week and we had a chance to grab dinner. Because neither of us knew where to go and we were both in…Keep…

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  • Shaken, not stirred

    Shaken, not stirred

    As I sit in my new pad watching the ridiculousness that is the Real Housewives of Atlanta (it’s like a trainwreck from which I cannot look away) I begin to feel my apartment shake a little. Just a slight little tremor. Immediately, my California brain looks for the nearest hanging light fixture to confirm the…Keep…

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  • Makin’ Groceries

    Makin’ Groceries

    I was sitting at a bar on Saturday night (I live in New Orleans now, remember?) and was watching the various sporting events that were being televised when a very large man at the end of the bar heard that I had just moved here from CA. We began a lively discussion about the dialects…Keep…

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