Utter Failures

Update: We'll miss you, Leonard Nimoy (1931-2015). Most ladies who grew up on Star Trek have a thing for the charming, suave, debonaire Captain Kirk. William Shatner was my mom's TV crush. She's not alone. Kirk left the girls swooning. But I'll be honest with you, he does nothing for me. Serving under Kirk might have made me go insane. Don't get me wrong here. The chance to serve on the Enterprise would have overcome any disgruntled feelings I had about Kirk's personality. I would have sucked up my complaints and done my duty. But I would not have fallen for Kirk at first glance the way so many of the TV show characters did. That's not to say I don't love William Shatner. I do. And it's not that I wouldn't have swooned. I would have. But not for Kirk. For Spock. SPOCK?! Yes, Spock. The Vulcan with the pointy ears. The "green-blooded hobgoblin" as McCoy called him. (Oh, Bones, I love you too!) Spock is handsome and calm and s

So last night I was exhausted. I had a long day at work (in a good way), and then had a great dinner with Jeremy, my boss Tom, and his wife Kacy. After dinner Jeremy and I went back to our hotel and I went straight to bed. And then this happened. Dream 1: I am playing Zelda: Twilight Princess and am trying to buy potion from Trill (the bird) before the Monkey Temple. I ended up accidentally stealing it (you know what I mean if you've played the game) and he came after me squawking. Dream 2: I accidentally dropped and broke almost all the glass stuff in my home Dream 3: I had a lucid dream within-a-dream in which I had a premonition that our neighborhood and surrounding areas were sporadically burning. We and others were racing to get to our homes and get our pets, valuables, etc. Then we raced to the store to take water and things and we had to fight zombies to get it. Of course. But then my mind created Daryl and several others from The Walking Dead and they helped us. Then

A Post Office Fail When you're young, you look forward to the mail, because anything that could possibly come in the mail addressed to you was a gift, a card, or something else that was FUN! I loved getting mail up until I graduated college. After you graduate -- 4+ years of hard work done, yay! -- you quickly hit a brick wall of reality. I worked through college and understood at least to a degree the value of money, but nothing quite prepares you for being done with college, unemployed, and the recipient of bills. About bills: there are two types of envelopes. If you don't already know this, you will. I have delicately and with much precision illustrated this: So that's the first issue I now have with mail. Too many of the long envelopes. When it comes to the post office, I have fears. So when Jeremy asked me to mail something (a return package to Amazon), I agreed but silently panicked. Normally, I go to FedEx. I still don't know what I'm doing i

I love coffee. I don't think that word actually quite conveys how I feel about coffee. I adore it. I treasure it. My very first coffee was a french vanilla cappuccino that was more sugar and vanilla than anything else. I got it at a gas station on a high school trip and drank it on the bus. At night. It made me have to pee soooo bad that I sang songs really loudly to distract myself from having to use the restroom. (Yes, I made it home). After that, my taste started to expand. In college, I went from enjoying some cappuccinos every now and then to really enjoying a great cup of coffee with a bit of half and half or cream. It became an experience. However, the need for caffeine and energy soon gave way to drinking any form of coffee at any time necessary. I've only given up coffee twice. Both times were because of health issues. Once for heartburn and once because of breathing problems. Caffeine doesn't help when your heart is racing and you can barely brea