An onion’s scent is to this dieter’s abode as poorly applied polish is to a fingernail. Alright — possibly a stretch…but go with me on this one. Whenever I’m back on the dieting wagon, I tend to do a lot of vegetable-roasting in the oven. Aspar…

For months on end, my remote control would turn on my TV, but not turn it off. While I was fine with getting up and turing off my TV by hand, after a while I decided it was irritating and that the remote should work. If it can turn it on, it shoul…

I spent some time outdoors today weeding the flowerbeds in my backyard. It was a fitting thing to do the day before Earth Day, I figured. Mother Nature was at her best. A giant grasshopper visited midway through my time outside, landing on a small…

Sometimes when I’m really bored and looking to keep the shenanigans to a minimum, I’ll drive over to my local Walmart about a mile away and peruse the aisles. I can easily lose myself for a few hours, and generally wind up coming home with a new c…

Today at work, I found myself doing a bit of research on a guy who started a company that we’re in the process of pitching. The man seems incredibly smart and has amazingly diverse professional experience, and at the end of his particular “About U…

Inspiration is a funny thing. Places where you never expected to find it, it exists. And places where you thought you would see it, you instead find that you’re coming up a bit short. In the past two weeks, I’ve found inspiration in the graffiti o…

Around 11am, a headache paid a visit to me. Ever since, it’s been hanging out and being a pest all day. I can’t shake it. A far cry from the migraines I used to get frequently, this one still managed to wreak havoc in its own way. A busy day kept …

This evening I arrived home from work and planted my tiny pot of tulips in the back flowerbed. They’re tulips that I found the week before Easter; they were nestled inside a “Congratulations” bag that was hanging from my back door. Inside the bag …

Many years back when I lived in Redondo Beach, I’d often cruise down to the Starbucks in the Village and grab a cup of coffee before heading out to run weekend errands. It’s routine that I’ve continued for years, and something about having such a …

For a number of years now, I’ve debated as to whether or not I should embrace the right-hand diamond ring thing/phase/fad/brilliant marketing scheme. I’m a fan of rings, I’m a fan of diamonds, and since no dude is rushing out anytime soon to purch…