Friends

Today friends are on my mind.

I just found out that my dear friend Lisa, who writes Midwestern Mommy, has cancer. She is 35. She has a little guy--a family. This can't be. I wish I lived closer so I could do something, anything. Please go send her your thoughts. She's much tougher than she thinks she is, but I imagine she's going to need all the support we can muster right now.

I reached out to two friends today in desperate need to talk, and two friends were there for me. I want them to know how much their loving ears meant to me.

Redsy and D, thank you.

D, you let me know that I'm not alone when most people (you know who I mean) wouldn't want to.

Redsy, you gave me a new perspective from which I now see potential rather than just barriers.

These three friends are on my mind today. I love each of you.

Freezing Rain and Fried Nerves

This is the reason I didn't get to vote yesterday.



This is the reason it took me two and half hours to go the first thee miles of my commute.

I left the office at 5:45 p.m. and arrived home at 10:15 p.m. I had ten miles to traverse.


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I'm not strong with math, but I'm pretty sure that even after subtracting my one hour stop for peeing and food (what? there were no cups in the car) and the use of improper fractions, the rate of my progress was akin to Alice's courtship to Sam, the butcher.

The Post I May Regret Later

I was taught that if I worked hard, tried to get along with folks and followed the rules that I would succeed.

At each stage in my life, I asked the authority figures why this plan didn't seem to be working out the way they promised. I was always reassured that the folks who were seeming to get things easy wouldn't always have it that way and it would work out better for me in the long run.

They said that in middle school.

They said that in high school.

They said that in college.

They said that when I entered the work force.

And now?

I just had the same exact conversation once again!

For crying out loud! I'm nearly 38.

I'm seriously thinking my time might be better spent focusing on looking hot before it will be too late to use that to my advantage.

(Sorry for the pity party today. I'm just tired of working in an industry where people who can't find their way out of a paper bag make more money than I do and then hire me to tell them how to do their job.)