Well that’s not entirely true. To begin this blog on the right track, I’m going to do what I’ve gotten quite use to since starting my short-term new job and look up the definition: Dictionary.com says:–noun a temporary fashion, notion, manner of conduct, etc., esp. one followed e...

I need to rant and yet now that I am here, I really don’t want to. People change. People learn to realise that nothing can be solved by getting things out there and whilst expression is a good thing, my anger, disappointment, and frustration levels are being lulled by the soothing sounds that ...

I finished my first real crochet project last night... all except for the flower for the front. It is the In Bloom Clutch from Stitch 'n Bitch Crochet. I really like how it turned out and had the perfect fabric......

… is it sad that it was work? I’ve been asking myself this very question for quite a while because there is fine balance between “Yes” and “No”. So I’m going to talk about these: “Yes” It can be considered sad because there is a large part of me ...

Finally! Yay! My new camera was delivered yesterday. It was hard to wait almost a week for it, but the deal I got was worth it (good price, free shipping). Too bad it was dark when I got home so......

Science is boring, irrelevant and elitist. It’s clouded in incomprehensible terminology, dogged by in-fighting, and fails to describe the world most people see around them (at least in part because much science these days is focused on the “invisible” or unseen world of quantum mec...

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Most people who know about our company, know that we're a mother-daughter team.  I'm the daughter (and only child), and my mom, Vicki is the other partner.  We're inseparable.  We've been through hell and back in the last few years after the sudden death of my fathe...

There’s something extremely disturbing about this article I came across: The business management student says his body ballooned after he came to the U.S. from his native Dominican Republic at the age 7. “I was a normal, active kid who used to run and play outdoors in the tropical climat...

I've sat down to write a post about my dad no fewer than a dozen times -- easily once a week since he passed away on September 9th. But something has always held me back. I'm not sure whether it's the fear that once I start writing, I won't be able to stop, or the concern that I won't do him justice...