Metro Ad

A photo I took last week during my commute. This was the first time I saw an ad on the Metro ceiling. (Photo from Sept. 4, 2014)

Metro Doors


This happened yesterday.

I work on the same floor as the Secretary of HHS, and she’s hosting a brown bag lunch for HHS interns in the formal reception room, which means the hallways are filled with anxious young adults eager to make good impressions.

It was hard to miss them as I raced to the elevators to get lunch, barely making it to the closing doors in time. But I stuck my arm in, the doors slid open, and I jumped inside. I don’t know if it was my badge, or the bags under my eyes, the way I lean in, or the gray hair, but the six interns inside the elevator suddenly went quiet and stood up a little straighter as I made eye contact.

“So, these elevators have sensors?” one girl finally asked. I turned and answered, “Oh, yes. These will open for you. The Metro, though? Those doors don’t have sensors, and they WILL amputate your leg.”

This was met by polite giggles and nodding of heads.

The elevator reached our cafeteria, and I nodded at them as I stepped out first. Just as I turned the corner out of eyesight, though, I heard another girl cautiously ask, “Um, has that really happened? Will the Metro REALLY amputate your leg?”


They’re Heeeeeeeere

You can see the top of the Thomas Jefferson Memorial straight ahead. 


Martin drove me into the city this morning. It’s faster that way since we get to use the high-occupancy vehicle (HOV) lanes. This works out well for us because it saves money, cuts two hours total out of my daily commute, Lola and Jaz watch a movie in the back while Martin and I drink coffee and pick on each other right up until the moment he drops me off in front of my building which is located right off the highway, fortunately, so he just does a loop and is back on his way home again.

This morning, we traveled alongside two big white buses as we crossed over the Potomac and into downtown. Though the windows were tinted a little, we could see rows and rows of middle-school age children, jumping up and down in their seats and pointing to the Washington Monument and Thomas Jefferson Memorial as it came into view.

This was the only photo I could get of the bus. But trust me: it was a fun moment to witness.

School trip season is definitely here again.


From this morning’s commute. My kids’ hats crack me up.

My dad once mentioned how he misses looking in the rear view mirror and seeing us girls, our hair bows and pigtails, in our car seats, and how that changed as we grew. Gotta capture these memories now while I can! Continue reading