Finally got off my ass To do a job That I would rather let slide. It was needed More than I thought possible Because I was tired Of feeling so dirty– In all ways. I drove to the place That could make me clean, Frustrated with those That had the same idea. I battled the machine That didn’t want my money And a line formed behind me… Making my Nervousness flair And cause me to be Even more awkward and Spastic–something I could live Without my son being Witness to. I snapped at the helper And inched through the gate…
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Add a Little Dash of Panic
The race had been going well so far. I mean, I wasn’t going to win a medal for anything besides participation, but the fact that I had stuck out the entire course was truly enough to warrant such an ubiquitous prize. It was the first year that most of the family decided to attempt the Warrior Dash and it was very exciting to know that I could have such a good showing in front of some of my favorite people. Sweat was dripping down my face and my shorts were rubbing between my thighs, creating twin burning rashes, but I…
A Place Called Vertigo
Hello, hello (hola!) It was our third time to see U2 in concert and it was going so beautifully. The crowd was pumped and Bono was sharing his glorious voice and it was entirely too fantastic. Until it wasn’t. We were extremely grateful for even being in the arena that night but we were nowhere near where we would have loved to have been seated. A problem that could have been rectified fairly easily if we were willing to put our household into extreme debt, but we were neither so spontaneous or dismissive of our station in life to cough…
Rainbow Fish
It had been one of the best vacations I ever had until that point. Spending a beautiful week in Kauai was an experience I never knew I needed, and I was living high off of a beautiful private beachfront wedding and an obnoxious amount of Lava Flows. The necessary formalities associated with such an event were finally over and the hubby and I were able to let loose a little and participate in the activities we had listed out months before we arrived. My preferred way of enjoying paradise was sitting on a beach chair and stretching before the sun…
It’s the Little (and Colorful) Things…
When I first saw the large basket in the middle of the store I felt my jaw drop open and crash to the floor. I stopped so abruptly that if someone had been behind me they would have shoved me straight into one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen. And as much as I would like to say that it would have been a completely amazing and splendid occurrence to happen, it actually would have completely broken my heart (not to mention the amazing items that were lovingly displayed in the basket) if something like that had…
Fly the Friendly Skies (Maybe)
It wasn’t like it hadn’t ever happened before. As a matter of fact, it was the third flight I booked, in a row, that was delayed because of a mechanical issue with the plane. When the announcement came through the speaker (awfully soft and tinny for a device right above my head) I could only think that I was living in a farce. A damned inconvenient farce of a situation that I should have absolutely known was going to happen to me. Again. And Again. (And for, of course, the third time in five months.) It’s just the way that…
FanFic or FanF*cked?
Well, I’m still living in the delulu of Bridgerton Season 3 and it has well and truly taken over my entire life at this point. It has become my comfort blanket, jammies, and homemade soup all at once. Not only have I dedicated all of my free time to re-watching my beloved Penelope and Colin Bridgerton, I have sacrificed my free time to the altars of Reddit and AO3 (fanfic website). If I’m not trying to find some new way to insert fantastic quips and revelations to the PolinBridgerton subreddit, I am reading every type of fan fiction known to…
My Most Embarrassing Moments: Part Two (a.k.a. I’m Number One!)
When I look back onto my middle school career, I am often surprised by how much things that happened over decades ago can still make me blush and feel terribly uncomfortable. They’re really not things that I invite back in my life to relive over and over, but, rather, subconscious memories that I never took time to internalize and deal with at the actual moment that they occurred. And, as an adult, when I find myself in an emotional state that I can’t control with the various coping mechanisms I have cultivated over the years, I am wide open to…
A Tale of Irrational Culinary Desire (and Frustrating Summer Road Construction)
It wasn’t supposed to be a troublesome drive home after spending an afternoon bingeing Bridgerton (Again? Yes, again!) with my mom, but I somehow managed to make it exciting and pathetic all at once. The plan had been to eat pizza or “bad for you” equivalent during the show, but I ended up just eating some leftover Mexican food that I had saved from an extremely needed confab with some of my besties that exact morning. Not because I didn’t have it in me to eat just for the sake of eating, but because I just couldn’t bring myself to…
Is This a Mess? Yes, but it is My Mess.
I tried not to watch Bridgerton again. I really did. But it has such a chokehold on me that I can’t even get through my day without thinking of one of those fictional characters living in that fictional world, going on with their fictional lives, having the best fictional sex and -fictional drama, etc., etc., etc… Just when I feel that I am, as a fully non-fictional entity, capable of functioning in a non-fictional world, I grab the remote control and re-immerse myself to a world that would probably be my very last choice if I ever had the pleasure…









