As each day dawns anew, I gain a refreshed perspective on what lies ahead.
A lot can happen in two years. I’ll just confess right now I was not even remotely thinking of blogging about any of it. Sanity seemed a bit more precious. So let’s pretend this is a very quick catch-up to bring us ’round to the present, mmm-kay? Since my last blog post exactly two years ago, we lived with my mother-in-law. We got a cat and named him Scooter Bill (brainchild by me and my son). My husband stopped doing his side mechanic business to get more hours at the bicycle shop. I became disillusioned with my office administration job because the promise of future marketing duties vanished like a puff of smoke, right before the boss who had assured me of their possibilities vanished to her new job. My son took jiu jitsu at a place populated by bitchy moms. My daughter took dance classes and had a recital. […]
What’s your bacon? That is to say, what is something you know you can add to a good thing to suddenly make it over-the-top? Bacon is and has been trending for what seems like ages in the social media sphere. There are countless memes about bacon. There are normal products made using bacon imagery. Did you know there is even bacon-flavored vodka? But enough about the food that is bacon. Let’s drill down on the concept of “being bacon”. What if YOU were the additive that makes everything better? In your workplace, your family, or even standing in line at the next shop you visit… your presence could, by small to larger degrees, improve the dynamic and experience going on around you. “Being bacon” (or “being fill-in-your-blank“) doesn’t have to be about contributing your expertise or forcing an interjection. It’s about seizing opportunities to make the world around you better. […]
Today as I was sitting in church between my two youngsters, I found myself observing them through my peripheral and engaging in something truly mental. As my son had the under-seat bible open on his lap and was making a valiant effort to follow along with the pastor’s reading, my daughter on the flip side had a hymnal book open and was pretending to follow along with what she thought was a song we had just sang. As the mind often does, it went through a variety of suppositions and assumptions within a matter of nanoseconds: knowing my son is now in the fast-pace portion of his reader class and has received a few recent paper rewards touting his reading progress, the thought voiced itself, “He might be the reader.” In like kind, recalling the repeated instances when my daughter has been softly singing to herself made-up songs or her […]
My hide is chapped. No, really – there is actual chappage on my hide which was likely incurred by braving some cold-ass temperatures last night to put in an appearance at my precinct’s caucus meeting… and I just lost you, didn’t I? For those without a thesaurus handy: Precinct = neighborhood or zone. Caucus = gathering or meeting. Meeting… um, see above for evident redundancy on my part. Once every four years, they hold these meetings as candidates of my party make their way across the country in attempts to glean my vote as well as the votes of my fellow state inhabitants. Most of you (98% of this state in fact, at minimum, based on last night’s turnout and stats) are absolutely clueless as to what goes down at these events, so let me enlighten you. Sign in that you attended for your precinct. Grab a cookie provided for […]