Ramble On

After a lot of conversations about this in the past week and I guess over the last month, I finally came across what seems to be a sound theory about the mysteries of male and female relationships over a basket of greasy french fries and onion rings at Cheeburger Cheeburger on Friday night. The theory goes like this: Girls don't understand guys because they can't believe it could ever be that simple; and guys don't get girls because they don't think it could ever be that complicated. The incredulity of the simplicity or complexity of the opposite sex is the main reason for the misunderstandings. A good friend came up with the first part of that theory, and I just extrapolated the second part. To a certain extent of course, it's an overly simplified (male) theory. I know that as a woman I see a certain stigma created by men surrounding the complicated nature of women. I suspect that the media has heavily added to the stereotypes that say it's necessarily impossi

I'd like to take a moment to introduce one of the most colorful characters in my day-to-day life: Harry. He works the 3-11pm shift at the hotel, sometimes the night audit shift (11pm-7am). Harry is older, very set in his ways, and will talk your ear off as long as you let him. He's rockin' the 4-hair combover most days. The first time I saw him drive up to the hotel, he made a good impression because he drives a '91 white VW Golf 4-door. Almost my first car. I went with the red two-door with the CD player instead. Right now Williamsburg is abuzz with the hum of sporty polo shirts, crisp khakis, white visors and polite clapping. The LPGA's Michelob Ultra Open is at Kingsmill this week. We're hosting a number of the golfers and supporters of the event at the hotel. Yesterday, as I was leaving, Harry made it a point to mention to me that I should not be going to the gym as I usually do after work, I should be sticking around in my nice work clothes and try

Arial, such a go-to font. Too predictable. Perhaps Courier? It's a little typewriterish, not terrible though. Georgia, my Grandma's from there. Great peaches. Lucida Grande, doesn't look much different. Let's see about Trebuchet. Better, closer, warmer. Times, I feel like I'm writing a paper. No can do. I think I used to really like this font. not so sure about it anymore. No one will understand webdings. I think it's important at the outset of an undertaking like a blog to establish a theme which you enjoy and which doesn't have to be changed a lot. I have been thinking about starting one of these again. The main impoetus for actually doing it was finding out that I'll be going back abroad to teach English to French high schoolers starting in October of this year and going through April of next. I liked keeping a blog while I was in France, so I decided to have another go. I'll be able to post pictures on this one, which is good because my environ