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. Is it a personality flaw? Perhaps. But I am not one to just "wait around" because it is "fun". Fun is being active and moving and doing stuff. Getting stuff done is progressive and required, and if I have to wait to get it done, I feel as if I have done nothing or am wasting precious time I could have been doing something. Fun is not ...
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. I'll never know how I got so lucky, but they are true gems and I cherish every moment I have with them. I lost one grandfather a little over a year ago, and while it shook my world, it shook my Grandma Preller even more than it did me. She's been visiting in Florida for awhile with my dad, and I love seeing her whenever I can make a trip down. ...
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 was coming off I-95 north-bound at the Midway exit and sat at that light on 84 for more than a minute. The minutes on the clock radio actually changed twice, but I think it was closer to a minute. I was getting impatient so I started to take off. But a car coming from the east on 84 rounded the corner near Tradeport East, ...
March 7: My son's scaly sweetheart My son, Michael, 19, has always had a soft spot for all kinds of critters. In grade school he was always trying to bring home stray cats and dogs, the occasional bird, frogs, lizards, grass hoppers and the like. As he got older, he'd buy fish, hamsters, mice and even a large white rat from the neighborhood pet store. Michael has worked part-time since he ...
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.
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