• Home
  • About Me
  • Life
  • Reading
  • Gardening
  • Subscribe by Email
  • Referral Codes

Kimberussell.com

a blog by Kim Russell

June 24, 2004

How much is that doggie in the window?

awwwwwww!
This is what I see now when I come home from work. Now he could just be looking out the window at the assorted fauna here in Stepford but I want to flatter myself and think he knows when to wait for me. Sweet dog. If only he’d poop *exclusively* outside.

I heard Springsteen’s “Glory Days” on the radio today. When is the age where your reaction to that song changes from “Whooooooo! Glory Dayyyyyyyyyyyyys!” to “(sigh)…Glory Days.” I must have passed that age already, because despite the upbeat melody, damn that song is sad.

When were my glory days? Certainly wasn’t in high school, when my biggest accomplishment was becoming invisible enough so that people would stop teasing me. Definately wasn’t college, where I was just another social security – oh, I mean student ID – number in the crowd.

Maybe they’re yet to come.

In other news, coworker Damon is now coworker Damon the official Courier-Post Games columnist! Our newspaper’s FIRST games columnist, by the way. I’ll be adding this linkie to the Surfs section on the left.

Links come and go, really. I’ve plucked more sites from that bar than I have ticks from Max. (God, he’s a tick magnet) Why? Well, MadPony has shut down, which makes me sad. I know the author has a fantastic future ahead.

Misbehaving.net, with the exception of a handful of fantastic posts, has become a promotional spot for academic workshops (yawn) and a platform for whining about perceived discrimination.

I sat in my weekly uber-important meeting yesterday. Twelve regular participants. Seven men, five women. Five years ago, there was only one woman at that meeting. Thirty-three years ago, my mom couldn’t get a job without promising she wouldn’t get pregnant. Most women of childbirthing age couldn’t get work at all.

Now it’s 2004. And here I am, smack in the prime of my childbearing years, participating in that important meeting as head of the Online Department, with four other women who earned those positions instead of whining and writing position papers about not having them.

Yes, these are my Glory Days.

Posted In: Pets, Work · Tagged: dogs, I work for a living, max


Need some more email in your life? If you’re a regular reader but forget to check in, you can subscribe to a once-a-week email with links to the week’s posts! Click here to sign up!

Previous Post Kim makes Sweet Tea. Sweet Tea wins.
Next Post Something Went Wrong

Hello!

About Me

I've been blogging for over twenty (2 decades! 2-0!) years and I'm apparently one of the few over-50 female bloggers who haven't sold out to THE MAN yet; hence this blog remains quirky, homespun, and unprofitable. No big. However, if you're from Disney, Doritos, or Dave Matthews Band, I'm open to talk about selling out.

I live in Southern New Jersey with my husband WM, and our dog Murphy. I'm an adult who likes Disney but not a Disney Adult. I used to work a fun (really!) office job in Philadelphia, but since March of 2020 I'm a work from home hermit. So if you're looking for a childless, slightly round, marginally boring GenX woman's blog to follow, you've come to the right place! :)

Archives

Goodreads

Goodreads: Book reviews, recommendations, and discussion

Pinterest

Visit my profile on Pinterest.

Privacy Policy

Privacy Policy

Webring

Click to visit a random blog!
(webring operated by tinylytics)
the wombsday clock graphic with two teal haired women in white rockers. It has reached 12 months and there are teal and white stars all over the graphic.
Well, that happened.

“I am I because my little dog knows me.” – G. Stein

Copyright © 2025 Kimberussell.com · Theme by 17th Avenue

There are cookies on this site. Continuing to visit kimberussell.com means you're okay with the cookies. Okay?Got it!Nope!Read more