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Vanity Plates: Cool Carcessory or JST TMI?

So, I was driving along the other day and I pull up behind a mini-van with a vanity plate.  That’s not such a big deal in itself, because where I live they’re all over the place.  Vanity plates, I mean.  Mini-vans too, but that’s not what this post is about.  Anyway, this driver struck me right away as someone who is very comfortable in their own skin, someone who knows who they are and aren’t afraid to advertise it:

HATEFUL

That’s what the tag said!  Of course, maybe it was a gift or something. continue reading…

Not so Thankful in September


I started feeling better yesterday.  Yay for me!  I was still stuffed up a bit, and the cough that won’t quit…well, it won’t quit.  But still, when I got to work I was in a better mood, certainly more upbeat, and ready to face the challenges of the night.  Today I feel even better.  I have a little tickle in my chest, and I still sound sick and congested, but I can breathe!  Which is a definite bonus.  I like breathing.  It’s totally awesome.

As I was driving home last night, I kept thinking about a co-worker to whom I had voiced a lot of my frustrations over the last two weeks – just negative, negative thinking and feelings.  And I can hope (wish?) that it was a symptom of being sick, even though I do have a tendency to get easily frustrated and, though I hate to admit it, angry.  In a nutshell, I want things to go my way.  Because, you know, I am The Great and Powerful Oz.  My way is best, so you’d best do it my way.  Normally I can keep that all in my head.  But when I’m sick or just at the end of my proverbial rope, Woosh!, or whatever sound a geyser makes, because it’s like a geyser of bitchyness all up in here. continue reading…

Emmm-burr-a-sin’

A technician from the alarm company came to the store last night to fix the keypad on our back door. Which I had called in.  Which, it turns out, was not actually broken.  Apparently my brain was broken.  Is broken?  Anyway, this is what happened:

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Am I still sick because I’m single?

My sister called me this afternoon.  “Was the last time you wrote on your blog September 11th?”

I said, “Yeah, I guess so.  The thing about finding the kid on the road was the last one I did.”

“Is everything all right?”

Bless her heart.  And I mean that in a good way, not in the southern belle not exactly a compliment way.

Aaarrggghh.  (Yes, I even missed Talk Like a Pirate day.) continue reading…