Warped Gratitude Blog

Today I am thankful for the city employee claiming he knew part of my story.  I tried very, very hard not to get snarky. I'm actually proud of myself. I didn't ask what part of my story he knew. Did he know the bit about my fighting tax hikes? Did he know the bit about the city attorney harassing me because I complained about ageism and illegal fines towards city employees? Or is he referring to my divorce? I don't know..... The only part of my story he knew was the bit about the washing machine .  He asked about it.  I told him because I thought is was relevant and funny. That was about an hour before he made the claim.  I don't even understand what brought it about. All it does is remind me that men are weird. ***** Typically when men say bizarre things it is because they are feeling bizarre things in response to bizarre energy. I was probably being creepy. He could probably sense that I thought he was adorable. He was possibly the first

Today I am thankful for clarity. This will be short.  I'm incredibly busy with school and working my jobs. I had to share this. About eleven years ago, the Tax Audit Supervisor for the City of Aurora stole $500 from my family. When I asked why she took the money, I was harassed on the phone. It went to court. In court, I was slandered and libeled to the hilt.  These people never met me.  They never knew of my activism (as it had all been in Denver and under my birth name). I still have binders full of print outs of court documents and online bs which named me. Why do I suddenly sound like Mitt Romney? Anyway, the Aurora leadership (city attorneys, city manager, city council)  carried on in such a fashion that I knew there was corruption and I set out to investigate it.  I would learn from a city council member that they were told to ignore my pleas for information. I figured out something was up when a city attorney called me and basically inspired me to do som

Today I am thankful for the lessons my patients teach me. I apologize for not writing over the past few weeks.  I've been overwhelmingly busy between the two jobs and school. Even my beloved business is falling to the way side. I had a guy from high school warn me that I was at risk of becoming "dull" - as he put it - 'all work and no play make Jill a dull girl." There is a lot I can say about turning 50.  I meant to go bass guitar shopping but I wound up at a used record/book store from my youth.  I bought a bunch of occult books and pissed off the leftist cashier who bemoaned the Hobby Lobby and Chick Fil-A who have moved into the shopping center. I guess he thought I was a demoncrat due to the books I bought.  I don't remember everything I told the socialist - but I may not be welcome in that store again. The books I found were worth hundreds of dollars.  I picked up five of them for $63.  I'll probably keep them to explore.  There is a rea