Politics: Reality Bites – April 6th

This is a political rant post. And in case you weren’t aware: I’m a conservative (Not necessarily a Republican), which means that my thoughts and views? Will be slanted toward that arena. If you’re not interested, or you don’t agree and reading this will just make your blood boil, then by all means, skip it.

Comments are closed. These are my thoughts, my opinions and a place for me to record the craziness that is our political system right now. There are plenty of places one can go and debate these issues, this is not one of them. Thanks.

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Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction: According to Me


Fiction under 250 words.


“So, let’s recap,” Felicia said while absently rubbing condensation off her beer can. “According to YOU: I’m stupid. I’m useless. I can’t do anything right.”

Her ex-boyfriend smirked. He sat back in the booth and crossed his arms with satisfaction. His expression was smug. Felicia was a bit surprised at the surge of anger that pulsed through her body upon seeing the familiar expression.

“According to HIM: I’m beautiful. I’m funny. I’m irresistible,” she continued.

Paul snorted with amusement, but Felicia resolutely kept her eyes trained on the smiling waitress serving appetizers at the table next to them.

“But according to YOU: I’m boring. I’m moody, and I suck at telling jokes.”

“You are and you do,” Paul mumbled, dipping stubby fingers into the peanut pail and plucking out a fat nut.

“According to HIM: I’m easy to please. I’m charming, and I cook great dinners,” Felicia’s dark hazel eyes shifted back to Paul.

Paul blinked in surprise. “The man’s taste buds are obviously dead.”

“You know what?” she said as she pushed her nearly full beer can toward the center of the table. “I think I like HIS version of me better.”

“Well, you’re delusional, what can I say.”

Felicia bit on her lip to quell the sudden trembling. She would not cry in front of him, she wouldn’t.

“Seriously? Tears? Again?” he smirked. “Why did you call me, Felicia?”

She stared at him before suddenly moving forward and dumping the beer can into his lap. “Closure. Goodbye Paul.”

This bit o’ fiction was inspired by this song:

Tuesday Stuff

Home Office

Home Office

Nearly every morning, after Kevin takes a shower and gets ready for the day, he will give me a quick kiss, say “I’m going to work now,” and then walk the few steps required to get to our home office.

Where he’s working now, full time.

His company liquidated (thanks to President Obama’s wonderful stimulus package which spooked banks into hoarding and not lending, but that story is old and what’s done is done and there’s no sense in bitching whining about it now) a few months back and since he was the CFO, he’s required by the law of the state where the company was originated to keep things active/open for three years. Which means he moved all of his files (three file cabinets) and his computer (note the three monitors) to our home office. It’s been a tight squeeze, but he’s a master at organization and somehow he fit it all in.

I admit, I was wary of him working from home. I thought we would get in each other’s way and get on each other’s nerves, but so far so good. In fact, it’s been quite the opposite. He’s been so busy I’ve had to practically beg him to pay attention to me.

I assure you, this is not the norm. 🙂

I’d like to find a way for him to work from home full time. I’m MORE than ready to get a job outside the home (for the insurance – ah health insurance, don’t even get me started) and then he could stay home and do … whatever. I’m MORE than ready to do a little role reversal and unless something else comes up that he wants to do in the interim, that will likely happen after our trip in July.

In the meantime, it comforts me to hear him on the three phones he answers on a daily basis (his cell phone, the company cell phone, our home phone) and know that he’s literally just a few steps away.

It’s both cool and odd.

I can do cool and odd.

Emily at Chatting at the Sky hosts a weekly “noticing” party – giving us a chance to unwrap and share the little gifts that God gives to us on a daily basis.