I actually spent 45 minutes writing a really long and thoughtful post about being a feminist in the workplace, but Squarespace quit on me and the post was deleted. Have you ever been on a phone call with someone only to find out that they haven't heard you for the last 5 minutes?
Yeah. That's the flavor of frustration I'm dealing with.
Instead of trying to remember everything I wrote, I'll address something along the same lines.
Read MoreIn the last post I told you about how Constantine the chicken ended up being a hen. Well, after relocating the ladies to my mother's backyard, we found out that Constantine was a rooster after all. How did we know? He started crowing.
Read MoreAbout 9 weeks ago my brother, some friends and I all decided that we were going to buy some chickens. Provo allows their residents to own six, so we thought that was as good a number as any (except seven, because that would be not allowed). I was anxious to pick them up after we had talked about it, so one day I left work early to go pick up my friends and pick out a few chicks.
Read MorePictured above is my house. I didn't have time to carve a pumpkin this year, so instead I got 5 green lightbulbs and borrowed some desk lamps to put in some of the windows. The effect ended up pretty eerie. I would say that it's the reason why we didn't get very many trick or treaters, but I just can't say that with absolute certainty.
Scarier than a haunted house was the fun discovery that I am allergic to hummus.
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