The Not-Quite-Right Job Applicant
Where are the days when you could walk into your uncle’s corporation and get a job just because you were related to him? Where are the days when you could walk into an… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: September, 2013
The Dead Brown Grass on the Lawn of Life
What do you do when you dream of dead, brown grass? Try looking it up on the dream websites. Here are the different interpretations: Green grass is good (duh) Brown, dried up grass… Continue reading
Man. I wished I’d listened
It’s midnight at the dog house, awakened by Fat White, whose 68 pounds of weight cramps my overburdened thigh. A gray and white coon cat drapes over my desk, nudging the crevices between… Continue reading
Is Ranting a Skill or a Delusion?
Is one person’s favorite ranter another person’s energy vampire? Is one person’s hilarious kvetch in life another person’s reason to fall further down the black hole of depression? Tonight’s dream was about a… Continue reading
Ma Bell, Baby Bell, and Scam Bell
As I contemplate the calming, satisfying sound of doggies munching milk bones, the not-quite-right software God loaded onto my brain drifts into totally unrelated topics. Which one do I choose to obsess over… Continue reading
Checking Out
As I was waiting in line at the grocery store checkout, I contemplated the 80-something woman ahead of me. Her white purse hanging off a thick shoulder strap, her green blouse draped over… Continue reading
Finger Paining
Today’s 3am wake up mutt is the Vizsla, who has perfected the fingernails-down-the-chalkboard whine. The litmus test for that particular sound is the speed at which I’m up, plus it bothers my fingernails… Continue reading
The forest fire of raging thoughts.
Ever wake up with the unsettling feeling you’re forgetting something so obvious it’s like being 1000 miles from home and remembering you forgot to have the post office hold your mail, you forgot… Continue reading
A GOOD FIRST STEP
I talk to my dogs a lot. They wag their tails, head held high, looking at my face as if every word has meaning. When I tell them, “You’re the best doggies in… Continue reading
Frog Spotting
3am wake up dog! Brain cells floating in a fog Doing laundry, writing blog Don’t step on the camo-frog. What do you do at 3 in the morning when you can’t get back… Continue reading