Best Compliment Ever

The song kinda resembles me....I've got far too much stuff and not enough time to pack it up and drive it to the local Goodwill.

Today I am thankful for three-year-old little girls.

I get to work just shy of 6:00 a.m.

As I'm always in a hurry, I have to take the stairs because they are closer to my office than the elevators.

The cast I'm wearing on my left leg clunks along each stair.

My foot gets number as I walk.

So what starts out as a fast rhythm, slows down considerably by the time I reach the second set of stairs.

I've gained 10 pounds since I burned myself and couldn't exercise.

I'm feeling incredibly unattractive.

As I'm walking up the stairs, I run into a beautiful little girl with dark curly hair and brown eyes.

She is alone.

We both stop and look at each other.

I'm looking all around for her guardian.

She stares up at me in astonishment

and exclames

"You look like Ariel!"

Oh my gosh, that made my day.

Scratch that, she made my decade.

If it were Halloween,

that kiddo would have ALL THE CANDY!

What a sweetie.

Her mother and sisters arrived a few moments later.

I thanked the child and went about my day.

The encounter makes me wonder, though.....

What would a mermaid's tail sound like trying to navigate a flight of stairs?

Would it thump?

Hmmmm...

I don't know about you but I tend to have bizarre thoughts at six in the morning.

May your mind be filled with positive, wonderful thoughts and all the children you encounter be kind.

Love ya,

Stalker Proxy Phone Calls

What kind of songs do narcissistic stalkers sing? I imagine they sing songs like this. I am grateful now that I understand why the stalker has people call but wish they'd listen when I ask them not to call again. I probably should document this somewhere. My ex was talking to an old friend of mine from high school on a daily basis. She is his cousin. I had to quit talking to her when she'd ask me to plan parties and then refuse to give me the guest list saying that the attendees would only be me, her, my stalker Shannon, and my NPD mother-in-law. She wanted me to plan interventions. This happened with a baby shower. It also happened with a wedding. The in-laws put together a fake wedding trying to host an intervention to shame me and my ex into doing things for them (like quit school and give them my car). I had to cut this so-called friend off over that in 2004....

Temporary Ending

Dear Readers: Over the past three weeks, I attended both a city councilperson's town hall and the mayoral town hall. Despite battling the flu, I dedicated two days to watching all available city council meetings and study sessions on YouTube in between bouts of cold chills. What I observed was a troubling pattern of disregard for honesty and disrespect towards citizens, the rule of law, and the influence of partisan politics. It has become evident that certain issues transcend the scope of a mere community art project. This realization prompted me to raise my voice, a departure from my usual composed demeanor. After discussing the situation with my family, we collectively decided to remain in Aurora. It is clear that true leadership entails making tough decisions rather than simply following personal desires. I look forward to the opportunity to address these concerns further in a different forum. Warm regards, S. P.S. There will be a new website.

Visiting the Graveyard in my Hometown and Addressing Fears I'll Soon Join the Party

Today I am thankful for a laugh. It didn't start out funny. My aunt visits once a week to use the washer and dryer. My new dryer broke just a few days out of warranty so we dried her clothes outside. While standing outside, she took me aside an said "I don't want to alarm you, but....." then she got silent. I pointed at the shed. "Are you worried about all the stuff pulled out of the shed?", I asked. "Yes.", she replied. "That happens all the time!" She advised me to chain the door. I've done that. The thief just tears the roof off. It's easier just to keep crap in it I don't care about so the thief can rummage and take what he or she wants. Again, I was advised to consider moving, especially after finding a full gas can in the mess. My aunt is afraid my ex-husband is going to kill me. I've been court-ordered to live here for another two years. Sigh.... I'm sure a judge would allo...

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