What am I, a magnet for cranky-a$$ed people? Seriously, I had a bizarre experience at the grocery store yesterday that is beyond comprehension. We normally try to avoid visiting our local Meijer grocery store. A so-called “Hypermarket”, you can get everything from groceries to furniture to office supplies to electronics to clothing to fish for your aquarium. At first (when it opened several years ago), it was a big family joke, initiated by Julesie: “Where you goin’?” “Meijer.” “For milk and a sweater?” “Yup.” (Guess you had to be here.) Over the years, Meijer has gotten very crowded, and S-L-O-W. Jim has boycotted the store since the day he and…
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We’ll Continue Regularly Scheduled, Non-cranky Posts Tomorrow.
Several days ago, I received an e-mail from someone. I cannot identify this person because it goes against my personal blogging rules, but I have to rant about the e-mail a little bit. Actually, just the beginning of it. The e-mail started with, “I hate to do this to you, but…” Here’s a clue: If you “hate to do this” to me, DON’T DO IT. First of all, when I read or hear that phrase, my stomach locks up, my blood starts to boil, and my brain starts to madly wander, considering all of the horrible things that you’re getting ready to say to me. Second of all, in all…
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Going Nowhere, Fast.
I shouldn’t even be posting now, because I am not in the best mood. However, the family is out on a Boy Scout hike, my sister is in Key West enjoying a drink called “The Dirty Hoe”, and my local friends are otherwise unavailable. Heck, even my Facebook friends are away from the computer. So I will now speak to the blog and hope I will feel a sense of calm when I’m done. Those of you who keep up with me in real life or even on Twitter know that I have had some car trouble in the past month. My car (model pictured above; not my actual car)…