Like most people, I talk to my kitten as if she were a little kid and like most kids she doesn’t listen to a word I say.  I swear it’s like

“Can I be honest with you?” These are the words every eavesdropper craves to hear. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t go out of my way to listen t

My family was on our usual Tahoe getaway, the whole gang was there.  My sister had just recently had a baby some 6 months ago, so she opted

“Damn it; not again.” Adrenaline was running through my system. I walked out of the back door and around the side of the house so they woul

“Can you pull over?” The four words I was hoping to avoid. I wasn’t too surprised, though; this is what happens at weddings with an open ba

The sun was out and not a cloud in sight.  There was a cool breeze on the wind that helped keep the scorch of the sun to a minimum.  It was

It all started the other night…or so I think…I don’t know.  The majority of the time who ever really knows when or why their significant oth

“I’m heading out for a snack; I’ll be right back.” Ev, my team lead at work, was busy. She didn’t bother to look up from her computer as I

“Here we go again.” It was Monday. I had an overwhelming urge to call in sick but decided to be an adult. Adults do things they don’t want

My day started out just as every other day does.  I got up after my 3rd alarm went off, I laid in bed for another extra 15 minutes or so and

The other day I was crazy busy at work.  The kind of busy that makes you forget about eating until your head and stomach remind you with sha

“How’s it going?” It doesn’t matter how I’m feeling, what I’m doing or if you are the first person to ask or the twentieth, I never answer

“The information does not match our records.” The muscles in my chest tightened with anger as I hit the “enter” key for the fourth time.

So the other day, for no real apparent reason at all, I was pondering the crazy awkwardness that was May 22, 2011. Here are my nonsensical t

“You’ve got mail… hella mail.” Sifting through 55 unopened e-mails in the confines of my small, gray cubicle, I assume this is what Microso

Apparently some lovely people frequent the Habit Burger. While trying to enjoy an exquisite lunch with my friend Greta, a rather rotund man

The other day I was pulling into my driveway when I glanced up and staring at me from two houses down were miniature versions of...

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Do you ever have one of those days where everything just goes your way? The other day was just one of those days for me…

I’d heard rumors of this couple that eats every last crumb, spec, drip, drop and morsel of food in, on or around their dishes and table...