Isn’t it amazing how quickly a day can change from one of the smoothest experiences you’ve ever had to the biggest downer of the century? Actually, I bet it’s not that amazing because I’m guessing that most of us have those kinds of days several times a month. Maybe more. And if you don’t, we need to have a chat, because I need to learn your every secret. You have evidently mastered life and I must emulate you in every way possible. I hope to someday become one of you. But until then, I must dwell in the land of mediocrity…
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And People Still Let Me Near Their Kids: Part Three
Continued from- And People Still Let Me Near Their Kids: Part One And People Still Let Me Near Their Kids: Part Two Tutor was put out to the public with just a little fanfare and was instantly loved by everyone. People wanted to hold him all of the time, but I wasn’t down for that and kept telling people “someday” he would be ready for that kind of turtle/library customer relationship. I stressed over the tank, and the fact that I couldn’t quite get the filter to work correctly. A once pristine tank was now cloudy and dirty and I…
And People Still Let Me Near Their Kids: Part Two
Continued from And People Still Let Me Near Their Kids: Part One I kept putting off the final decision and was beginning to think that I might get away with not getting a library pet after all when the aforementioned friend of the library told us about a little turtle that she wasn’t going to be able to take with her when she moved to another town. Of course, I knew nothing about turtles (and heaven forbid I actually do decent research at my place of business) but felt that it was the kind of animal I would be able…
I Think My Karma is Broken
I was having one of those unusually beautiful days where the kid got up when he was supposed to, I managed to have a nice hot shower with no interruptions, and the weather was unusually warm for January. There was a little pep in my step and I went forth into the wilds of humankind in good spirits and gratitude. Seriously. I was like a 43 year old Pollyanna. If I could have managed a jump and heel click I would have done it (but let’s face it, even attempting something like that would leave me with a broken arm…
Yeah, You’d Better Watch Out!
I am a badass. But you already knew that, didn’t you? I feel that I’m stating the obvious because if you’ve spent any time reading anything at all that I have written, you already know this. My grace under pressure, my ability to put all others before myself, and, yes, my unending confidence when it comes maneuvering through any unusual situation I may find myself—yeah, badass is the word. But why do I proclaim this statement so assuredly today? Because I tapped into a pool of inner strength so deeply buried inside of me I hardly even knew it existed….





