BUSTLE and VIM

I promised Bustle that this next post would be about an amazing ravioli recipe I recently cooked. 

I lied.

Don’t get me wrong, I will get to that scrumptious, easy to prepare dinner, but right now I’d like to talk about something else.  Job searching.  Below are my expert guidelines for employers.  Please note all these examples are based on real-life experiences. Mine.

Vim’s Guidelines for Potential Employe...

Thank you so much for your interest in taking on the role Production Assistant for (my company’s) upcoming world premiere of (current production).  You have asked what the job entails and I am only too happy to share that information with you, as it is a very valid question!  I don’t have an exact job description on hand, and realized now would be a great time to write all this out for the next time you, or some ot...

Hello!  From out of the darkness, it is I, Vim, returning to you from what has been a harrowing six months of anxiety, depression, and (only good thing) unexpected weight loss.  I don’t mean to brag, but apparently, what 2 years of a low-carb diet, more salads than I want to think about, and regular exercise couldn’t accomplish - a case of the real hard sads handled neatly in 5 months...on MOSTLY CARBS.  My endocri...

Isn't that a dramatic title?  The End of an Era...  what era, you might ask?  Well, it's one of my eras, in fact.  Younger, my youngest son, finished 5th grade a week ago.  I refuse to say graduate.  5th Grade Graduation.  That is absurd.  The only event more ridiculous is graduation from pre-school.  Let's save the word graduate for something bigger.

And yet, and yet.  The en...

Younger joined the Scouts this Spring.  I was thinking next year, but apparently that means Spring in Boy Scout-ese.  He's been wanting to do this for years.  I'm a terrible mom - I didn't let him join during his elementary school years.  Older had been a Cub Scout and had not enjoyed it because after being in school all day, now he was spending the evening sitting quietly while adults talked.  Plus, it just seemed...

Gentle Readers, you who have been with me as the flood waters of Hurricane Harvey filled my home, listened to my bemoaning of having to move out, and the Laundry Chronicles, GOOD NEWS!  We are home!

Sort of.

Home is not quite finished.  Which I did not quite realize until last Saturday morning when Luis & Co. of Three Men Movers schlepped my stuff from my rental home 2 blocks to my home-home and then collided with th...

Happy New Year, my gentle readers!  And, please, Lord, let it be a good one!

My friend, Jenni, says that whatever you are doing on New Year's Day foretells how you will spend the next year.  This, after confessing she had spent the whole of the day binge watching 24 and feeling a little regretful.  Of course, this is a superstition, but still it influences me.

Driving home from visiting my husband's people over Chris...

And now for something completely different.

That was for Older, who is now into Monty Python.  Yes, apparently I'm raising one of those.

Ok, back to my something different.  This is actually a post I was working on before Harvey hit, but it was sidetracked for obvious reasons.  I'm going back to it because I just don't think anyone wants to hear more about Laundry: The Saga * (This will be the 3rd chapter in my...

Or, What I Learned on My Summer Vacation

What's the opposite of perspective?  Haha..who knew I would be writing another post about anxiety?  I suppose this post could be a companion piece to the last, entitled "Lack of Perspective and Other Infernal Torture".  It could have been, but that seems like kind of a bummer.  While Bustle has been struggling with a lack of everyday conveniences we all take for granted, slog...

Firstly, I would like to thank all y'all Gentle Readers for your patience.  Hurricane Harvey has put me out of commission for a variety of reasons, not least of which is that we have had no internet for 2 weeks.  My sons had been doing fine with all the flood upheaval, but that's when they lost it - "Take me now, Lord," Younger shouted, looking heavenward when I explained that we would have no TV, no computer, no n...