Yesterday my mailbox held something I always dread receiving: A jury summons.
Now don’t get me wrong; I’m perfectly happy to honor my civic duty. But I’d prefer that duty not be a week from Tuesday. Maybe in the winter when I’m not as busy? What can I say? There’s never a good time to get a jury summons. So I’m contemplating rescheduling. And then rescheduling the reschedule.
I’m fortunate enough to be godmother to 3 awesome kids. Or I guess I should say adults now that they’re in their 30’s. I swear, where does the time go? Seems it was only five years ago I was speeding down the freeway, like a maniac, to get there in time to witness Martin’s birth. (I made it.)
Fast forward to now and what a special young man Martin has become. I have to admit I had misgivings when he was a youngster and continually challenged his parents (emphasis on continually). But to their credit, they persevered, and today Martin is a thoughtful, loving, good-natured, and engaging young man. And, lest you forget, also my godson!
I’ve finally come to an obvious observation: We are a culture of critics. We make assumptions about people by the way they dress, their behavior, social standing, or even the car they drive. That sounds petty, doesn’t it? But let’s face it. It’s a critical world out there and I’ve learned what you see isn’t always what you get.
For instance, I once knew a guy who seemed like a sweet, kind individual. And I believed that right up to the day he bludgeoned two people to death. Continue reading
So I’ve been forced to reprint a posting from 2016. By forced I mean I didn’t write this week. (Oops, my bad.) Do people still say that? Anyway, never fear. Tonight I’m going to start writing next week’s blog just for you. In the meantime I hope you enjoy this one…
Hard to believe I’ve been penning this blog since November, 2012. In case you suck at math, that’s 169 blog posts at once a week. That’s a lot of posts. Just between you and me, sometimes I wonder if I’ll run out of words. Although, as you’ve probably discovered, days when I have little to say hardly ever happen.
I don’t write about anything life changing or probably even interesting, mind you. It’s all mainly humorous observations about my life. That’s a quote from my About Me page, which you’d know had you read it. No worries.
If I’m being honest here, I have to admit I didn’t post a new entry every Sunday. And the reason I know this? Because I get a stat report at the end of each year from WordPress. You can’t believe the stuff they track. Don’t worry, nobody’s stalking how often you read my blog. That would just be creepy. I don’t actually know my readers’ identities unless they comment. (Hint, hint.)
Continue readingI fully intended to have a new posting this week but alas, time got away from me. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. So until next time, here’s a posting from 2014…
So I bought a new scooter a couple of weeks ago. I know, I know. You’re probably thinking, “WHY? You hardly use the one you have!” And you would not be incorrect in that regard. But something happened to cause this new purchase. I learned an important fact about myself and it’s this:
So now I’m sure you’re even more confused. But I can explain…
My 2006 Scarabeo Aprillia 50 cc is a carburetor-driven scooter as opposed to one with fuel injection. What?! Translated, that means if one doesn’t drain the gas each winter, keep the battery charged with a trickle charger, or start up the bike regularly (basically pay attention to the poor thing), it essentially rebels by flat out refusing to start.
Now Don't Get Me Wrong 