So here's a bit of random Deirdre trivia for you (which, I promise, will lead to a greater point).
I can't cook.
I'm not a good chopper, I'm not good at putting flavors together, and I'm impatient...which means I hike up the oven temperature to save time, leading to messes...
I recently found myself observing a little girl as she attempted to build a sandcastle. Before long, her Dad came by to give her a hand.
Then, slowly but surely, one by one, additional guys strolled by and joined him. The little girl was cast aside as they focused on...
So... there's an interesting trend to report in the life of Deirdre. At first it might sound like it's the high-and-mighty variety, but I promise you it's not.
The trend? People tend to give me things I want.
A few examples:
I fell into a trap recently. A talking-trap. A guy-who-wouldn't-stop-talking-to-me-no-matter-what-I-did trap. It happened while Hubbie and I were vacationing in a rented RV up in the wine country.
It turns out the small-ish living space inside the RV had nothing on the teensy space outside of it.
Case and point?...
Recently I took a trip to the poker table.
Actually, I took a return trip to the poker table.
You see, I used to play a lot of poker tournaments. A lot. In fact, I played in the World Poker Tour.
So it's time to talk. Seriously.
I've been putting off writing about a pattern I've noticed because it's not so fun. And, frankly, I try to make my posts a little fun. A bit of a provocative romp, if you will.
But this topic is important enough, and common enough,...
Well, the days leading into this fine new year had a bit of an unexpected flavor.
I present to you two different scenarios, and invite you to figure out which one is true.
Recently I found myself engaging in an annoying pattern of behavior.
In just the past two weeks there have been several instances when I've tried to open a package of some kind. Once it was a hotel bar of soap. Once it was a packet of Vitamin C. Once it...
So, it's been a foul week.
Things just haven't gone as planned...unexpected tax bills and gross flu symptoms and canceled projects and back-pain that's led to sleepless nights. They've all happened this week.
The kicker? My beloved Jeep, the topic of more than a few recent posts, sent...
Truth time. I've got a little obsession. And I know I'm not alone on this one.
It combines some of my very favorite things: riveting drama, diverse personalities...and food.
It's the television show Chopped. And I looooooove it. In fact, I record it regularly so I can watch it every...
So, my beloved '99 Jeep died recently.
Long-time blog followers will understand the implications of this tragedy. They'll also know that this is not our first, shall we say, incident. (Behold...this photo from last year's mildly embarrassing post).
This time around...
I recently found myself on a mountain in the middle of the night. Again.
Unlike the last time, this event wasn't quite so...traumatic. Though this adventure, dubbed Ladies Night by the boot camp that created it, certainly had some special nuances.
I begin today's post with a tale of mild irritation.
I was working on a project with a colleague and found myself in a position where I couldn't move forward without getting some information from her.
I emailed her multiple times. I called her, texted her. I said her name...
Part III: Your Blissful You
Hello there...nice to see you again!
We've already spent some time together during the first two posts in this series.
We've discussed the problem with work/life balance, that it's no longer possible to separate our professional and personal components into neat, TV-dinner style...