The Protector

Siblings.  Gosh don’t we hate them when we are growing up.  They always steal our spotlight, they always pick on us, tattle on us, play jokes on us, and just plain annoy us.  But, as we get older, those relationships change.  We become different people and morph into our adult selves.  Growing up, brothers always tend to act as the protectors, but then as adults, the protector role changes.  I have two siblings.  One is 2… Continue Reading

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What happens if……

So, here I am, things are starting to go well in my life.  (I know, I knocked on wood, several times).  The worst is behind me, or so I hope, and I’m moving on.  I’m elated at the thought of that, who wouldn’t be after the last few, ok last like 10 years, have unfolded. But then I suddenly began to panic. Why? Well what in the hell could I possibly blog about if unbelievably… Continue Reading

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Where is Hell???

Hell is right here. Right here in my office, in my house, its whereever I go. I can’t escape it. Hell is not a pit of fire with the Devil waiting at the door. Hell is feeling like you are sinking into quicksand and can’t breathe. Every life line that you were holding onto is slowly breaking and you are sinking farther and farther. And then, you just explode. And you can’t control it. Even… Continue Reading

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Public Transit Etiquette

After many years of taking the CTA (public transit) in Chicago, I am getting completely disgusted! The rudeness, the inconsiderate ways and mannerisms, and countless other complaints of the other passengers is making the glitter slowly combust inside of me. Since my daily commute requires me to take one bus to one  train each way (minimum) I have developed my own wish list of “Bipolar Hot Mess CTA Rider Etiquette,” that I established after almost… Continue Reading

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All I want is my Reese’s…

With all the ridiculous crap that is going on in my personal bubble these days, suddenly deciding it would be a brilliant idea to change my name to Tina seemed necessary. It all happened so quickly while sitting here in my office.  So excited about the new name change, I wanted to celebrate by going one floor upstairs to the lunchroom to hit up the vending machines as visions of devouring the package of Reese’s… Continue Reading

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