My Dog is Chelsea

Next year, I’ll need to plan my Thanksgiving meal proportions a little better. Or, rather, I’ll need to make decidedly less cranberry sauce, as right now it looks like we’ll be eating it well into the next millenium.
I’m taking suggestions for (meatless) leftover cranberry concoctions. So far, the only thing I’ve come up with is [...]

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The following craigslist job categories offer no hope of future employment due to either my 1) complete ineptitude in the field 2) lack of necessary training or 3) absolute aversion to this type of work:
accounting/finance
architecture/engineering
biotech/science
business/management
government
human resources
internet engineering
medical/health
skilled trade/craft
software/qa (what the heck is qa?)/dba (ditto)
systems/networking
technical support
tv/film/video
web/info design
The following categories are ones that might provide listings for [...]

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I cooked my very first Thanksgiving dinner yesterday, and I am endlessly proud. Of course, it involved no less than five frantic phone
calls to my mother—”The grocery store only has pearl onions! Will those work?”—and though we didn’t make a turkey, I still managed to spend almost all day in the kitchen.
The menu:
Stuffing
Creamed onions
Mashed potatoes
Yams
Cranberry [...]

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After it became clear on Saturday that Asa and I were not going to accomplish a single one of the many to-do items for the day, he
suggested instead taking a quick trip to the coast. I had only seen the Pacific Ocean, but never touched it, and Chelsea had never seen it
at all, so an [...]

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The Iceman came into the store yesterday. He carried a large backpack and a hiking stick; his beard was more voluminous than my boyfriend’s and the smell of a camp fire hung tightly to his clothing. His face, charred slightly from smoke, stood in jarring contrast to the bright blues of his eyes.
He was fiddling [...]

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