if you’ve followed this blog for a while, you’re well aware of my small talk deficiency. after a couple of minutes, my ability to engage
if you’ve seen my previous post, you already know that i’m socially awkward when it comes to small talk. i lack an athletic gene, and
there are a few things missing from my dna strand. in addition to an absence of athletic ability—which somehow got passed from my father to
this month, i unlock level 47. i didn’t do much to achieve this. i didn’t run a marathon. defeat an ogre. jump through a maze. rescue
as a kid, every summer involved a week-long trip with my mom and my brother to the mountains of north Georgia for a week. i
i drive about 45 minutes to work every day. there are a couple of different routes i can take, but regardless of which way i
so i turn 46 this weekend (august 30). some say with age comes wisdom, but i’m finding there is a lot more than wisdom in
some people turn into werewolves at night when the moon is full. others grow fangs. me? well after 9pm, i’m just pure evil. as
my younger brother, marc, is the cutup. he was the one who would make my aunts and uncles and grandparents laugh. i was not. i
now that 2013 has drawn to a close, i can look back on this past year and identify two prevalent themes woven throughout the year—money
i have been in the workplace for over 25 years. i have had good bosses, okay bosses and a handful of horrible ones. i had