Category Archives: back in the day

>The Wayback Machine is engaged & active

>Remember this from high school? One afternoon, I was wandering through the parking lot at work when I could hear this strange music. Thinking nothing of it, I proceeded on my errand. When I came back 10 minutes later, I could still hear the same music. At first I thought it was someone sitting in their car, but alas it… Read more »

>Baby, you can drive my car.

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> You know what? I’m sick and tired of driving. I’ve been driving for 21 years. Not all at once…it’s been 21 years since I took that rite of passage at the DMV. AAA reminded me of it today when I renewed my membership. All I want is someone else to drive me around. I know that seems odd for a… Read more »

>Where do you gather together?

> I’m sure you’ve heard people say that the kitchen is the heart of a home. Actually, I think the kitchen table or dining table is the real heart. Whenever family visits, we don’t sit in the aptly named family room. We sit around the dining table. We aren’t sitting there to eat. We are sitting there to chat, to… Read more »

>I don’t love a parade.

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>Back when I was growing up in Vacaville, Memorial Day meant it was also Fiesta Days. I was never sure of the origin of this local festival. All I knew is that there was a carnival and a dreaded parade. Now, let me clarify. I enjoy watching parades…ON TV. Being at a parade is boring and uncomfortable. Normally, it would… Read more »

>Maybe if I fell in love, I’d change my mind…

>Mostly, I hate ballads. It’s like poetry. It’s sappy and usually annoying. Granted, there are a few power ballads that I do like being that I’m a child of the 80s… Love Song by Tesla, Waiting for a Girl Like You by Foreigner, High Enough by Damn Yankees, Sister Christian by Night Ranger, I Remember You by Skid Row, and… Read more »

>What’s in my purse today?

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>The other day, I was digging through my purse at work not because we were playing a Let’s Make a Deal do you have an oven mitt in your purse for $100 game, but my OCD was kicking in and I needed to make sure my keys weren’t locked inside my car for the 3rd time that morning.  As I… Read more »