Garlic Salt

"Hi, I'm Sisi. I ate lunch every day in high school with Arusha. Congrats on marrying such a fantastic girl!" I met the g...

Marketing department decided that I would be part of the "Leadership Profile" portion of our company website (still under construc...

Once in a while (which is probably a little too often from my boss's view), the only respectable thing a girl can do is to hand in a lea...

He pulls his goggles over his head, adjusting for maximum suction. Neck cranes right, suspending his head at an unnatural sleeping angle, th...

J and I are complete opposites so we are constantly venturing out of our own reassuring comfort zones to meet the other more than half way. ...

Il Divo came to town and I went to watch their concert on a whim. After I became hopelessly lost on my way to the concert, I hopped onto a...

Never thought I would spend Valentine's Day with the guy whom I just wrote an aggressive blog post about (whom? who? ugh). But th...

I rummaged through my stash of DVDs looking for Ella Enchanted so Jane, Dawn, and I could watch and share our mutual hatred for the movie (...

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Five. Seven. Five. I've never liked haikus. Perhaps all those seventh grade composition assignments just drained it ou...

I've been listening to the Carla Bruni pandora station.  It's been a little soft jazz, a hint of folk, and a touch of foreign.  Try ...

I don't understand why some people hate Valentine's Day. They mutter "Happy Single Awareness Day (SAD)" and wear black, de...