Last night, before soccer, I stopped to get gas in my car. I was wearing my soccer cleats. When I got out of the car, I turned my ankle…badly. My right cleat sort of slid off the concrete pad where it meets the macadam in the gas station. It hurt like a *#(&#)$! (insert VERY [...]
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It is called personal space for a reason. If I want you in my personal space, I will invite you in. Don’t be getting up in my grill without an invitation.
Nobody knows it all, it’s impossible. I cannot stand people who act like they know it all.
I always try to see things from [...]
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Tonight, the kidlet had a soccer game. I rushed to pick him up, get home and get changed and out the door to be on time for said game. In the rush, I grabbed a pair of jeans from the dryer, ran upstairs, put them on and proceeded to run back downstairs to leave for [...]
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