I think one of the hardest things about being a female at times is being treated lesser than because of my sex. This does not occur with every person, but it does not strictly come from men either. There are other women who are just as bad toward other women in this regard. Continue reading “A vagina does not make me less important”
There are far too many assholes in the world these days. And to quote the gentleman across the hall, some people are flat out TFAs. If you are wondering what this stands for, like I was this morning, TFA means total fucking assholes. Continue reading “Where did all the assholes come from?”
I think in life we all try to be a Lucy. Maybe this is because I was raised on I Love Lucy and all these other older shows because of Nick-at-Nite. I’m not really sure. But I’m running with this! So in my life as Lucy I feel that I have two Ethels. Continue reading “Shenanigans with one of my Ethels in a movie parking lot”
On most social media sites these days you are always getting tagged in something. Okay maybe not. I feel like I do not get tagged in a lot, but generally when I do I participate in them even if it takes me what feels like a proverbial five years to complete whatever survey I have been asked to fill out. Continue reading “I got tagged”
Last night, for a longer time than I care to admit, I became best friends with a trash can. Vomiting is fun for no one. I knew immediately I did not want to function today like I should. Thus I took one of my sick days for once instead of trying to keep going. It has taken me until about eleven o’clock this morning to feel like I don’t have to be near side garbage can. Feeling betterish has evolved to feeling better. The only benefit of not being at work today is that I get to watch The Price is Right and hopefully catch up on a thing or two, as long as the garbage can and I do not become friends again. Fingers crossed there!
Continue reading “What is it about The Price is Right that takes us back to childhood?”
Today would have been your thirty-third birthday. This makes me think back to our last conversation we ever had. I often think back to that conversation. I was about to turn nineteen and I remember we were talking about palm pilots of all things. Continue reading “Today is your birthday”
Hello sleep deprivation my old friend…I’d like you to go away again…
Every single Sunday I find myself lying in bed wondering when my body will let me actually fall asleep. Part of this is because I stay up later on the weekend than I should and sleep later in the day than I should. At least this has become a bit of a habit of mine for the latter part of the year. I feel like for a while I was on this schedule of going to sleep by at least eleven. The sad thing is for anyone who knows me they know that is actually early. I was in the habit of going to bed by ten most nights and laying there. I was able to relax some. Continue reading “Insomnia must be in a relationship with the devil”
My mom hated my first name. Every now and then this is a story I share with people. She hated the name Christina, yet made a compromise with my dad when I was born that could be my first name. They agreed I would go by my middle name, which as everyone knows is Michelle. For years when people ask me my middle name and I say Michelle they laugh and tell me to stop joking. Only I’m not joking. I even have friends who are so used to me being Michelle they often times forget my first name is Christina.
I’m what I have dubbed people over the years as middle namers. I’m a middle namer because my mom hated the typically shortened version of Christina, which is Christy. She never thought about people calling me Chris though. I don’t know if she would have necessarily enjoyed that either. Maybe that is because I somehow got stuck with the nickname Mitchell in middle school and she didn’t quite understand that one either. The stranger part is I got called Michael by various students passing back papers my whole life too.
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