Temporary Housewife

So I've been at my new job for one week now.  Six full days of working outside the home at a full time pace for the first time since November 2011. One might wonder: hey, how's it going?  And one might respond with: hey, it's going great, and then the conversation ends, but lucky for you I laugh in the face of brevity. HA! Unfortunately I have to speak in generalities as I desire to keep things oblique and mysterious.  However, I will reveal that my work involves the scrap metal recycling world and I get to stick my nose in all sorts of environmental business. This is what I will say: I... have a desk!  It is located in a beautifully restored old school Milwaukee building.  Bonus: a lady helped me pillage a sweet seat from my floor and my tushie is now gently buoyed by softly cushioned leather support.  And I'm relatively by myself while desking it, which I actually don't mind considering socializing is becoming increasingly (could I have put more ings in

When I was in the second grade, I got my first pair of glasses.  They were large, lavender, acrylic, and round.  That puts me at about 8 years old. First day of 3rd grade. Check out those absolutely, perfectly proportional specs on that cutie. Looks to be later that year on the good ol' birthday. Still giant round glasses. First day of 4th grade. Jeez louise, THEY ARE BIGGER THAN MY FACE. Middle school now I think. With the same taste in gigantic glasses. Was it the 80's or something? Wow. Oh look! It's the 90's and I still have lavender, huge, round glasses!   My 14th birthday, with a monkey bread cake (mmm...it burns so good) AND... curly hair... AND... the last set before the onset of contacts. I had glasses for 17 years.  Like most kids, I broke my fair share.  In the 5th grade, I recall a boy named Jimmy nailing me in the face with a dodge ball (on accident) and my glasses broke.  I cried and called him a bitch.  He picked