Author: sweettems

Soon to be Rear-ended

My mom and her current husband came to visit for a bit. It was nice to see them, though they didn’t enjoy the drive much. They said that some guy in a truck tailgated their SUV and followed them around (not at all unusual). Apparently the guy drove so closely that they “couldn’t even see the truck’s bumper in the rearview mirror.”

I thought about that, and you know what? I can seldom ever see the bumpers of the vehicles driving behind me. They always drive that closely. That’s just driving in Utah.

I hate driving here.

Penmanship Perfection

My fourth grade teacher told me I had amazing handwriting – just perfect. This was not a good thing to tell me though.

Where was I to go when I had already reached the top, and at such a young age?

I focused on my a‘s and t‘s for a while as I wanted a different look. And my y‘s and g‘s have kind of morphed on their own. But I like them – they’ve got style.

Yet overall, my penmanship has gone downhill ever since. No ups, just downs. These days I can barely read it myself sometimes.

But I try to look on the positive side. Maybe people will think I’m a doctor?

 

The In-Between

Really young children can say incredibly rude things pointblank and get away with it. Because they’re little. They don’t know better.

Really old individuals can call you the unthinkable right to your face. But that’s okay. Because they’re old; they’ve put in their time. And they forget things.

I’m somewhere in the middle. Where I have to be nice to everyone all the time. Because unlike the old and very young, I should know better and better not forget it.

It sucks.

The Taste of Plastic Milk

There’s something weird about eating milk and cereal off a plastic spoon. I’m not sure how to describe it, but something about how the milk slides on the plastic is just not right.

I avoid plastic spoons anyway as they’re wasteful, but my top reason is not actually the environment. It’s the feeling of eating off of one. Those things are manufactured in Hell, I swear.

Sweet Weekend

Walking back to my desk after a meeting, I noticed all the IT guys seemed to be munching on large bags of candy. Then I came upon one with my favorite donut (chocolate-iced, cream-filled bismark) just sitting there on a desk. Oh! That was a Thursday, and it started up a terrible craving. I wanted to go out for a donut on Friday but wasn’t able, so I told Giant Husband that night that come Saterday morning, we were getting donuts. And that we did. But they looked so pretty, and there were so many options to try, that Giant Husband wanted to buy a whole dozen, and I simply couldn’t say no. That started our weekend of sugar.

Later, when we went out for groceries on Sunday, we decided to grab some lunch at the Costco… deli? I guess it’s a deli. It’s always so busy it must be pretty good. The ice cream and smoothies looked tempting, but we’d already had too much sugar, right? So I waited with the cart while GH grabbed us some sammiches. And what do you know? He also got a churro. A SUGAR STICK!

So he ate that stick of sugar. And not only did it get all over my car and his clothes, it took up residence on his face.

And that was our weekend of sugar, and how Giant Husband got his new nickname: Sugar Beard.