Showing posts from August, 2017

Dangerous Driving

Strange thing happened yesterday. 
It was Saturday morning and I was off to a karate lesson at American Martial Arts. I hadn't eaten or had a cup of coffee yet - not sure what I was thinking because well, everyone knows you can't kick ass on an empty stomach - or without having coffee first. It's science.

I pulled into the drive thru at the coffee place and came out the other side, now armed with coffee - the cup locked and loaded in my cup holder, and a sandwich in my right hand. With my free hand, on the wheel, I turned the car onto the road and continued my drive, occasionally taking a bite.
Are your ready for this? Sometimes, I'd set that delicious breakfast sandwich down on my lap, pick up my coffee and take a drink, and then set it back down again....only to pick the sandwich back up and take another bite. Whoah. Mind = Blown

This all happened while I careened perilously down a public road in a one-ton missile like a regular Evil Knievel - who just happened to t…

A Fairly Children's Tale

A revisioning of a classic fairy tale.  Once upon a time...  Once upon a time a young girl named Abby who was quite pretty, had always wanted to become a cheerleader. She liked gymnastics and was quite good at it – but this was different.
One day, she went to the cheerleading practice and talked to the new volunteer coach and asked if she could join. The coach said, “First, I’d have to talk to your Grandma and make sure it’s okay.”
“Okay,” said Abby. “I just need to ask my Grandma first.”
With great speed, Abby ran home to her Grandma and told her.
“Grandma! The cheer coach wants to come talk to you about me joining the team!” she exclaimed.
“Okay, dear,” said Grandma. “That’d be fine.”
The next day, the coach came home with Abby.
“Ma’am, are you a part of the PTA?”, the coach asked Grandma with one eyebrow raised. “We ask that our parents be involved in the school if the student joins team events.” It turns out that the volunteer coach was also the PTA president.
“Well, no. I’m not. But I g…