Some of my daughter's princesses on the bridge of their space ship. My 3-year-old daughter is crazy about princesses. Since I did not have the same affliction as a child, I am now forced to watch all the Disney Princess movies with her to keep her happy and me partially sane. They’re not as bad as I imagined, though. Here are a few of the points that I picked up from the movies that make me feel better about indulging her princess obsession: * Cinderella wanted to escape the

As the pilot of a jet, I was required to pass a competency check every six months.  Some of the maneuvers I needed to perform were less expensive and much safer to do in a flight simulator. It may not look like much from the outside, but inside it's better than Disney World. These simulators are incredibly advanced, offering full motion and exceptional graphics which are capable of giving the pilot a very realistic experience.  The instructors also have the God-like powers to

I surrender.  I  have been outflanked by CNN and the 24 hour news cycle.  My inbox has been stealthily infiltrated by informational newletters .  I am in the trenches desperately trying to contain the essence slowly seeping from my life as an eternal barrage of information, apps, advertisements, and news advances upon my position.  Outnumbered and outgunned, I’ve come to believe that the only hope remaining for my sanity is a K.I.S.S. K.I.S.S. or “Keep It Simple, Stupid,” has

I’d write an Ode to Procrastination, but I haven’t got the time. Sales and business prognostication weighs heavily on my mind. Expenses, reports, and P & L – I haven’t got a clue how to fix (or even tell) Quickbooks what to do. Maybe I could read a book or blog to clear my head. Should I give Facebook a quick look or just go back to bed? Oh, sweet Procrastination, there’s nothing I wouldn’t pay for an explanation that could magically save the day and free my weary mind of thi

While playing a friendly game of cards last night with family, I discovered an ugly truth: There’s no “team” in Uno.  This truism was uttered by my nephew (who has kindly offered to waive any and all copyrights to his turn of phrase) shortly before I placed my final card face up on the “played pile,” much to my husband’s copious dismay.  I suppose the sudden and complete lack of magnanimity could have been influenced by the steady flow of Wild Turkey, cranberry juice and 7up

Life is like a box of chocolates…No, wait. Life is like a roller coaster…No, still not right.  Life is like being airlifted to the middle of the Himalayas and unceremoniously dumped with nothing but some all-weather gear and a small survival pack with instructions in Mandarin.  Yeah, that’s more like it. Although you have what you need to survive, the information isn’t revealed to you without some effort.  And what you do with that knowledge is entirely up to you.  Some

It occurred to me today as I completed Day 3 of Week 1 of the Couch to 5K plan how horribly important a proper exercise bra can be. One would think that this epiphany would have taken place ages ago with far less effort. After all, I learned very quickly after the onset of puberty that I was no longer able to ride to school in the back of the bus without suffering black eyes from the uncontrollable response of my new golden bozos to every pothole, rock, and insect the b