My father is getting worse. His dementia, I mean. My mother called last night, and she wanted to complain about him–per usual. I do not blame her because it’s tough to deal with someone with dementia, especially when that person was highly unpleasant in the first place. That’s not something we talk about when we… Continue Reading
Back when I used to go to the gym, I would wear my Walkman so I could play music as I worked out. Yes, Walkman; I am that old. At some point, R.E.M.’s It’s the End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)–by the way, I love that the title to… Continue Reading
There’s a question in this weekend’s Ask A Manager forum about how you (general you) live your life. The original poster (OP) asked how people viewed the term YOLO among other things. First of all, I have lived three times so YOLO is not applicable to me! I‘m including the video from Lonely Island (feat.… Continue Reading
It’s been over a year-and-a-half since I died twice and came back–twice! I mean, it had to be twice, right? It would have been pretty weird if I said I came back once after dying twice. Not only would it be weird, but it would be not possible for me to die twice, come back… Continue Reading
It’s weird. My birthday, I mean. I wrote a post about it yesterday, and I want to continue musing today. My mother called me yesterday on my actual birthday and said, “I wanted to call you and wish you a happy birthday even though it’s not yet your birthday.” I laughed and said that it… Continue Reading
It’s my brithday today as I’m writing this. My real birthday, I mean. I think of September 3rd as my rebirthday, which is more important to me than my actual birthday. I have never cared about my real birthday. In fact, I used to hate my real birthday because I thought I should not be… Continue Reading
In yesterday’s post, I was writing about flaws and positive attributes, then I wandered off the road as I tend to do. My main point was that we all have flaws. It’s part of being human. Think of how boring we would be if we didn’t. There are flaws I have that I know I’m… Continue Reading
I am and have always been a hot mess. I am painfully aware of most of my flaws. I can’t say all of them because we all have that one or two (or ten) things about ourselves that we can’t see. But. Let me rattle them off right quick. I’m lazy; I am sarcastic and… Continue Reading
At Ask A Manager recently, there was a question about what to do when an older employee has said out loud tin his outside voice that he would refuse to use the pronouns of trans and nonbinary coworkers because he believes homosexuals are going to hell and that falls under the same “umbrella of sin”… Continue Reading
I have spent most of my life hating myself and my body. And my face! I did not like anything about myself, and everything I did made me cringe. I hated everything I said and everything I did, and I thought I was just a piece of shit. This is me being muted about how… Continue Reading