Monthly Archive: March 2015

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Angst

Teenagers. Specifically, teenage girls. Can you think of one you like (other than your own, maybe)? Now put yourself in their shoes. How would it feel if you thought no one liked you? Especially...

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Women’s Weekend

I’m too old to be considered a girl, and I don’t have enough social graces to be considered a lady. So, I’m calling it Women’s Weekend. Of course, “weekend” is also technically incorrect since...

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A Visit

While still not sunny, my disposition has improved from yesterday. The contractor called me back, my WMOTY award has been temporarily rescinded, and I got to see my uncle. (I quickly seized my opportunity...

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A Lull

There are three reasons why there are occasional extended breaks between my posts. I’m on some getaway. I’m extremely busy. I’m in a foul mood. Currently, I’m in a foul mood. Nothing too earth-shattering is...

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A Brief Escape

I wrapped up work at the condo just in time for a getaway weekend to Charlotte (or, more specifically, Waxhaw), North Carolina to visit two of my sisters. The original plan was for Dave...

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The Condo

For the sake of completeness, here are a couple of after shots of the master bedroom: I’m not including a before shot since that seemed a little too personal to me. You might be...

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Master Bath

The master bath is where quite a bit of the budget was spent. And I could have spent a whole lot more in there. This is where Donald most frequently said “That has to go,”...