It’s been one of those days where seemingly everything causes my fists to clench. Where instead of singing in the car, I am yelling at imaginary people. Well not imaginary people, but real people who aren’t there to hear me.
Social Media [insert maven/guru/expert here]. Groan.
If you take the last tissue, THROW OUT THE BOX and PUT OUT A NEW ONE.
If 23 out of 25 cell towers in my area are DOWN, I should get FREE SERVICE.
Do not beat around the bush. Friendly giggly chatter that avoids the real situation is just annoying. OUT WITH IT.
You do NOT take a U14 boy who has been a keeper since he was 6 and tell him he has to play offense. It’s U14, not 5 year old YMCA.
I wish we could wake up tomorrow and be free of EMOTICONS.
Sometimes I stand up for the wrong things. Or the wrong reasons. But I always stand up for the tough projects, the ones that last for years at a time. The ones that take nerves of steel and the patience of Job (neither of which I really have). I was born to suffer through to make a point.
Love the pics of Bush and Rummy and Ashcroft, a not so subliminal message to make you think it’s THEIR fault. sheesh. Not that I’d watch it anyway – most of you know what that 20/20 show did for me and frozen yogurt.