Every so often, I pull up a text file from my old Suite101 days, and look at it. I sigh, nod my head, and close it again. It reminds me WHY I am so bloody vehement against the company now, when I was so ‘for them’ back in the day.
I’d just become the manager of the Society & Culture community over there when I typed this into the file. It’s my favorite quote from “The Stand” by Stephen King. It’s in both versions, and it was even in the movie. …

Once upon a time, the Miami Squirts fastpitch softball team went to Provincials. The little team from the little town came out of nowhere… Ok, no. Not entirely nowhere. They did do really well last year, and they went to Provincials then too. But this year was different. This year, the girls won 13 of 14 league games, and 6 of 9 tourney games – 19 out of 23 games in total. It won them the gold medal for being first in our league!
I had this entire story all written …

Could you read that? Apparently, you could. I’ve known of this little test for years, but found it again on a discussion list.
I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn’t mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you …

1) Me: Had I been standing to read my email, I would have gone whoosh right to the floor. I’d almost forgotten I’d entered the (redacted due to the company folding), and there in my mail the other day was a rather large email. Well, the attachment was large anyway, and at first I thought ‘They’re sending it back with LOL marked in the margins’. Umm. No.
I won! Well, there are fifteen of us in total, and they didn’t do the first place thing…does my ego get to type in …

Today is June 8th. I suppose, since the date shows so wonderfully in this blog, that is rather obvious.
14 years ago, I gave birth to my oldest daughters. Today also would have been my uncle’s 59th birthday. My daughters didn’t survive their premature birth, and my uncle didn’t survive his 30s. I always spend every June 8th, since 1992, wondering why, on both counts.
I also wonder, wherever they are now, if they are celebrating their shared birthdays together.
Care did a picture of “Heaven” for me sometime last fall. In her …