Author: Brenda Somes

They call me “Belle” They call me “Stacey” They call me “her” They call me “Jane” Phone rings at work. “Hello, this is Brenda.” “Uh, yes, hello. This

I learned from a friend that my permits were approved late last week, though no one from the permitting department called to tell me until late today– Wednesday

Today was my comp day for last week’s excessive hours off at conference. I treated myself to sleeping in until 8am. Then with cup of coffee in hand,

With this post I must revise my earlier comment about this being purely for entertainment and issue a DART to a specific company. Poor service is one thing;

It’s Sunday at 2:30pm which means I should not have time right now to write a blog post. The movers were to come at 1:00pm and when they

On Tuesday I scurried to the City Plans and Permitting office. The lead inspector, Rich, had some corrections for me to address in my plans… the rafter and

First, let me say, I believe the IRS ought to credit any individual with the amount of time sucked away from one’s life to complete their taxes.  

After a day of painting I flop exhausted into the car to drive home. The phone immediately rings. “Have you reserved the moving truck?”  I glance at the

Sunday was the day Karen suggested tackling the living room. Yes, all along I looked around and thought, “Yellow?? Really???” but had relegated the color of the living

This evening I entered the bathroom armed with hammer and screwdriver– a regular head.  I also had a plastic grocery bag and strip of painter’s tape. It was