Thank You

There is still kindness left in the world. I was happy to discover last night.

I was doing my usual drive home and it was raining. So, of course as I'm barreling down the freeway, my driver side windshield wiper blade flys off, making the drive home a bit scary as I couldn't see.

Panicking, I rush to the local oil change place to get a wiper blade. I'd already been to the gas station and the girl behind the bullet proof glass told me she didn't have any wiper blades. I'm guessing if she was behind glass, wiper blades weren't a high priority.

As I pull into the oil change place, the open sign switches off. I pulled around anyway since I was desperate. The girl comes out to tell me they are closed. I tell her all I want is a wiper blade. Problem? The computer had already been switched off. She then tells me where else I could go.

The manager comes out and puts new wipers on my car for me and asks if I can come back tomorrow and pay him.

This morning, I happily stopped on my way to work. And got an oil change while I was there.

It was nice to know that when you're having a bad day sometimes you can still count on the kindness of strangers.

5 of 5

The rules are simple: post 5 links to 5 previously written posts related to key words, then tag 5 more people to do the same.

Family -
Friends - It was an Honor

Yourself - Phat Pants

Love - This is Spinal Tap

Anything I like - Shelf that Book

So, there is my selection: Hope you find them enjoyable. Since I don't know too many regular blogging types, I will tag, Kim, Laura and Courtney from Writer group, plus Barrie since I read her blog daily.

Writer Interuppted

I've started getting the urge to write again. Which may not seem like a big deal, but considering I've been neglecting my own stories for so long, and had no urge to even work on them, well I'm excited.

So, the other day I found this old draft of a story I wanted to start revising and now I cant find the file on my computer.

I did find a hard copy and if all else fails, I will just re-create the document, but let's hope it doesn't come to that.

In other news, I feel bad for Heath Ledger, his family, friends and daughter.

I just hope they don't talk about him for a week straight, digging for bad info.

Leave the man alone. Let his family deal with this. They don't need camera's in their faces.

I do but oh never mind

Today's recent train wreck of celebrity doings:
Eddie Murphy and his "wife" have already separated after a two week union. The couple released the following statement:

While the recent symbolic union in Bora Bora was representative of our deep love, friendship and respect that we have for one another on a spiritual level, we have decided to remain friends," the statement said.

WTF. Me on the other hand?

I am a dating disaster. A complete sham to female wiles and those women that seem to be born with that natural ability to wrap men around their fingers or draw them to their chests (not that it’s very hard), but as I about to enter my 34th year, I find myself single.

Dating reminds me of the probabilities section of statistics class. It's a numbers game.
The more you do it, the better your luck and etc. I don’t know about that. I’m not a mass quantity kind of person. And I’m not convinced that dating like you're shopping at Costco, and stocking up is the way to happiness.


Strangers on the street want to tell you how to meet a man. An older lady and I were chatting the other day while waiting in line at Walmart, and she asked if I was married. No, I said I'm not. She then asked me how old I was and when I told her, she said, "You may still have a chance."


Or the cashier at Kroger who wanted to know why was I single? I wanted to ask her why she was a 40-something cashier at Kroger. But I didn't. Because it's rude.

It will either happen or it won't, and that is how the story ends.

The Assorted Pack

Dogs run up to me on the street
straining on their leash
Instinctively knowing that I can’t wait
to pet them or rub behind their ears.


My dad was a Marine during the Vietnam War.
And a loner.
But when he was sick with cancer
I moved in.
Fed him, washed his laundry and kept him company.
I’m not a nurse.


I’ve had the same best friend since we were six.
She came up to me in her Dorothy Hamill haircut
And asked me to play on the swings.
Recently she asked me to be in her delivery room,
I was there
24 hours.
She had a boy.


I’ve worked in automotive advertising for years.
I don’t like cars.


I believe in love, but I'm not sure if the romantic kind believes in me.

Sometimes I don't want to learn a lesson.

I was always picked last in gym.
That's not picked at all.

Weekend Update

I'd knock on wood and tell you that I think I'm nearly healthy again. Although tired, but that is a constant.

So, Friday night I finally dismantled the Christmas tree and got the house cleaned up. I had meant to do this a week ago, but that cold thing took me down.

Saturday was more cleaning, and a walk to the library to exchange my West Wing DVD for some more yes, West Wing. Then Shane and Jeff came over for a visit, where Shane brought me my Christmas gift. (This was most helpful).

Then, I ran errands and Becky came over to dinner. We had Zumba and watched Once, about some street musicians in Ireland. I liked it, but I wouldn't say I loved it.

Sunday, I went to visit my brothers since they are practically neighbors. Shane and I hung out for a bit, went to Borders etc. Then we went to see BJ.

BJ and I played Double Dribble or some other titled video game on his old school pre wii Nintendo. I'm not a gamer by any means, but it was fun.

Then I came home to my never-ending pile of laundry. I've been washing clothes to give them away, as sorting clothes in an attempt to de-clutter my closets.

And that's all I've got for this Monday.

Visitor in a Strange Land

Slowly, I am making positive changes in my life. They don't have to be life altering either to have an upbeat impact on my mood. Surely, you're wondering what I'm talking about?

I'm referring to my banishment of quickie hair-cut chains a few years back and the addition of a new gym full of fancy equipment including personalized tvs on each treadmill.

And why does this matter? Well, the haircuts, because I finally realized my hair while I am certainly not obsessed with it, nor do I consider myself "high maintenance", is an important part of my daily appearance. That is when I took a recommendation from a friend for a good salon in Birmingham. The sort of place that offers food and drink while you wait, and employs a separate person that washes my hair, before my stylist comes to give me a cut.

At first, I felt ill at ease in this fancy new salon. Why had I come here and how much was the experiment going to cost me?

The answer of why was clear after that first cut. Sara, did an awesome job and took charge but gave me a great cut that looks good even after it grows out. I'm an official convert and will never go back for a $8.00 haircut again.

And the gym: Well, my old gym was the fitness equivalent of the dive bars I used to frequent. Kind of grungy, nothing fancy, outdated equipment, but at the end of the day it filled my gym requirements.

That was until they raised the price and never would include classes with your paid membership. I decided a change was in order and have landed myself at Yuppie Gym USA.

This gym reminds me of the hair salon or the new club in town. Swanky lightning, low slung cedar benches, fancy weight machines and a tanning bed in the ladies locker room.

I decided I deserve a nice environment to soothe my soul, even if it costs a little more.

I have been sick for almost a week now. It's getting old.

I think the cold part is over but I still have something that makes it possible for me to nap at any moment.

Hopefully this will pass.

The First of Firsts

My blog entry will today focus on an idea, I read on another blog, something called a First Meme or something. Basically, you take the first sentence from the first blog of each month for the previous 12.

Now seemed like a good time for reflection. And so here goes nothing:

Janurary 2007:

The first offical weekend of 2007 is fast approaching and I'm hanging out at work willing the clock to move faster.

Februrary:
Some days I wake up ready to tackle the world.

March:
Anna Nicole Smith.

April:
If one could throw up emotions, I'd be heaving my guts out right now.
May:
I can hear the theme music now.

June:
You know how writing makes you feel like you forgot to get dressed?

July:
Today I will head up I-75 on a holiday trek to visit my mom and my cousin.

Auguust:

On the agenda this weekend?

September:
After work today I am going to visit my dad.

October:
It's a rainy Monday.

November:

I've decided to compile a list of foods that I no longer eat or even like since I've started on my healthful journey to Healthavana!

December:
What a day!