Category Archives: I Can Haz Recession Angst

Peeping

I am a peeping Thomasina.  I look in people’s windows.  Do you do this? I’m not interested in the people – I’d rather they not be there, so I can look more openly.  I want to see their house.  I … Continue reading

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On Happiness

Lawyerish is writing a lot about happiness these days.  After a lovely six month maternity leave of which I am uber jealous, she went back to work (as a lawyer, in case her blog’s title didn’t clue you in), and … Continue reading

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Jiggity Jog

Home again, after a weekend away to attend weddings which I may or may not have time to recap.  The weekend, or the weddings. However, when we arrived, I did NOT have a rejection letter in the mailbox from my … Continue reading

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Thank You For Your Application

They rustle at me from the bin in the corner.  They whisper You Aren’t Good Enough.  This Was A Waste of Time.  Your Children Deserve Better. Be Afraid.  You Will Never Succeed. Rejection letters – I could, as they say, … Continue reading

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Boo

It’s a hazy, sunless, windless, sticky hot weekend.  We’re listless, drifting around the house.  I’m taking pictures of nothing in particular.  The Professor isn’t feeling well.  I’m thinking of ditching him with a bath and some movies and tea, and taking … Continue reading

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