Isn't it weird how one little event can trigger a flood of memories, taking you back years - or even decades? This happened to me recently as I was flipping channels on Sunday afternoon, trying to avoid what I should have been doing, which, of course, was cleaning the house.
I am not a patient person.
About a week ago I wrote a story about a Fort Stewart contractor's payroll issue. Three of those 170 contracted construction workers who haven't been paid in about a month came to our office this week. They are hard working men trying to provide for their families but can't, through no fault of their own. They are wedged between a rock and a hard place.
I'm sitting here and trying to remember the times "Before Facebook". How did we live without it? Gosh, it's everywhere. It even has it's own movie that was nominated for Oscar... The next thing we know it's year 8 A.F. not 2012 A.D.
There are always going to be people in certain professions who no one wants to deal with, such as IRS workers, DMV employees and, apparently, journalists. But I'm here to remind you that the people with those jobs are still living, breathing human beings!
My kids love to hear stories about when my husband and I were young. They can't believe two such seemingly conservative, middle-aged people ever behaved foolishly nor had crazy friends. Ever watch re-runs of "That 70's Show"? That comes kind of close to what our youth was like.
My grandparents are awesome.
March 21, 2011
Anyone who knows me will tell you that I think of my pets as people. I have a dog, Abbie, and a cat, Halloween. (The cat's name is an amusing story, which I'll get to in a moment.)
March 11, 2011: I ran a red light last night.
I can't stop going to Publix. I want to stop. My wallet wants me to stop. And I'm sure "the other grocery store" would welcome my return. I've thought about quitting Publix many times. I've even formulated plans. But the thought of braving the overcrowded, messy "other store" and putting up with their ... ummm, less-than-polite employees when I could be shopping at clean, organized Publix while being greeted by their courteous, thoughtful staffers keeps foiling my plan.
March 7: My son's scaly sweetheart