Entries Tagged as 'Kvetches'

Monday, October 23rd, 2006

Driving in the fog

When I was in high school, I often found myself driving home at night in rainy, foggy weather. One of my favorite parts of those drives would be when I would have to cross the Fremont Bridge from the east side of the Willamette River to the west, where my family lived in those days. [...]

Tuesday, October 17th, 2006

The sticky stuckness of being me

I have spent much time over the last couple of weeks crowing to friends, family and anyone else who would listen how happy I am these days.  How well school is going.  How my writing is just flowing and that the work is satisfying and easy to get into. Well, I should have kept my [...]

Wednesday, February 8th, 2006

Pen Recovery

For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a fascination with writing utensils that borders on unhealthy. In middle school, I was always the student with multiple freshly sharpened pencils, as well as pens in both blue and black, ball and roller point. I never understood how my classmates could come to class without [...]

Monday, December 5th, 2005

A tenuous grasp on confidence

I left work today feeling really cruddy. Something I had been responsible for at work did not go well. It isn’t exactly my fault, more a product of my ignorance about how certain processes work, I’m feeling crappy about it. I left my desk today feeling like I was a royal screw up, like there [...]

Tuesday, July 5th, 2005

I’m overwhelmed

For some reason my head hasn’t been in the blogging game for the last couple of days. I’ve done a lot, gone to Live 8, hosted a brunch potluck, had a date, fought with my father briefly and celebrated the 4th of July with a crew of great people. And now I’m heading to Portland [...]

Tuesday, June 28th, 2005

okay then…

So I was checking my site statistics, cause knowing that more than three people have read my blog makes me happy. I noticed that someone had visited from pudger.blogspot.com and so I wandered on over there. And discovered that I’ve been quoted and snarked upon because of my slightly overly idealistic perspective on Live 8. [...]

Wednesday, May 11th, 2005

desk=disappointment

I work in an office in the basement, right off the loading dock. Most days the scent of second hand smoke wafts into my space from the assortment of mail distribution, environmental and cafeteria workers who use the dock as their personal club house. I freeze in the winter and am constantly swatting bugs away [...]

Saturday, April 30th, 2005

Marisa as train wreck

It’s official. I’m a wreck. Yesterday was shitty ass and while today is looking up, I’m not really back to my normal buoyant self. Friday I was late (really late) to work. I called my boss to let her know, and then she wasn’t in when I got there. I was in for about an [...]

Friday, April 29th, 2005

service auction blah blah blah

I just got home. Check the time of the post, yep, that’s right, it’s after 1:30 in the am. On a school night. Was I doing something fun? Nope. I was sitting in the hot, sweaty church office with Cindy, slaving over a hot copy machine, listening to bad corporate radio, putting together the book [...]

Wednesday, April 20th, 2005

Avoiding my responsibilities

When I was in high school, my abilities to accomplish tasks were legendary. I created children’s theatre workshops, ran blood drives, acted in plays, coordinated youth group overnights, played handbells, organized and ran all technical aspects of school assemblies. I was driven, motivated and responsible. Now I wonder, where did that girl go? I don’t [...]