Category: Categorizing Things is Overrated

4:34 pm.  Rushing to the UPS box that has a final pickup of 4:30.  Hoping the dude is late.   See the dude in his truck on the street.  He’s parked with his hazards on.  Salvation!  I screech to a stop (no one behind me) and wave my package at him out the window.  Please,…

When I was 20 or so, I was pulled over in Louisville Kentucky for going 77 in a 55.  It was 1:30 in the morning.  I was alone on the road.  I was heading from New Orleans, LA (where my parents lived) to Ohio State to visit my sister.  I’d left at 5:00 that morning,…

At the gym this afternoon, Fox news was on the tv.   "So, Ken, tell me the status of the fugitive murderer who brutally killed a pregnant marine and burned her body."   "Well, Carla, the murderer, who is on the run, may have fled to Mexico.  That is, he is probably no longer in…

The Wonder Women have begun again, so go check us out!  And a very interesting topic this week, I must say.  I spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about myself, as my Wonder Woman post will reveal.  Perhaps having a child will cure me of that?  Or maybe I’ll remain perpetually (but cheerfully!) self-absorbed….

I decided to grocery shop on my lunch break.  It’s always fun to do the first shop after the man has left you – you get to buy all the stuff he doesn’t like to eat, revel in a meal plan that serves only your needs.  Pickles, portabellas, onions, all my favorites go in the…