Holidays

  • We Few, We Happy Few, We Tree Rockin’ Few

    My personal St. Crispin’s Day speech. I hadn’t actually forgotten. I just kind of did everything but write. And now here we are, a month later, when no one has any memory of me hinting at that story—or they simply knew better. Hey, I know I’m bad at posting regularly. But y’all, I’m ready to…

  • The Way I Was Raised: Idea Fairies

    Co-worker: Beth, did you plan a White Elephant Gift Exchange? Beth: No, I didn’t. However, if you’d like to plan one feel free to do so! Co-worker (actual quote from email): Couldn’t remember if we were doing it…maybe next year you can plan it 🙂 (The smiley face at the end is truly one of…

  • Hanging Out with the 1%

    Saturday night I attended a formal dinner to help out a friend who needed a buffer at her company’s Christmas party.  She’s fairly new to Austin, doesn’t know a lot of people thanks to her demanding work schedule and because of improv and my overbearing insistence that we become friends; I was the one person…

  • Mug Follow-up

    I’m causes me great sadness to have to deliver this news, but as of today no chipper holiday mugs were actually harmed.  We bore them great malice, yet there they sit in their green and red glory taunting us as santas, angels and snowflakes wave on. Should any of you who worried about their welfare among…

  • Holiday Mugs

    Jay came in the other day and asked, “is there anything I can shoot on Saturday?”  This was in preparation for a day out with his brother and friends where they’re allowed to shoot something other than paper targets.  We’re Texans.  Sometimes inanimate objects find themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time. The first…