Author Archives: Michelle

The Heartbreak Of Zoom Meetings

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Okay, I am not going to ignore the fact that the soon to be ex president attempted a coup. I’m not going to pretend insurrectionists didn’t storm the Capitol building.

I’m just saying, I’ve been saying for a long time now that this would happen. I mean, not exactly what happened, how could I know? But I knew it would be bloody and bad. And I don’t think we’re anywhere near done with this. I think when we learn the depths to which this planned event reached, we will collectively lose our breath.

The next few months are going to be interesting.

All that being said, I wanted to tell you guys about the Zoom meeting I attended last Thursday.

I already have a super hard time paying attention in meetings. When I can’t actually see the people, it’s even harder. gertie Especially, if one of my cats is in the room being particularly cute.

Anyway, I was in a meeting with the marketing department and the graphic artists. We were discussing a new way of getting signage data to them for when they make signs. I wasn’t paying close attention because they went off topic for a minute and it was boring. Then, I hear one of the marketing dudes say “tertiary”.

The fuck did he just say? Did he say tertiary? What’s tertiary? 

My brain searched and tried to come up with what I learned in school. I got a stellar education at Grant County High School in Dry Ridge, KY. By stellar, I mean a terrible education. Or did I need to go all the way back to 1972 and Sister Jones at St. Augustine elementary?

Doesn’t it have something to do with rocks? Is it one of the layers of the earth? Wait..wait, what are the layers of the earth? No…no the Magna Carta is not one of the layers of the earth. 

He said tertiary again, but I wasn’t paying attention because I was trying to remember what the layers of the earth are.

By the third time he said it, I figured out what it meant through context. He was talking about multiple items on a single sign as single, secondary, tertiary and quad.

Oh, okay, tertiary is what comes after secondary. 

After the Zoom meeting was over, I looked up tertiary.

It does mean what comes after secondary. And it’s an era of time and the rocks deposited during that time. So, I was kind of right. Except the Magna Carta part. That was off. 

The layers of the earth are, of course, the crust, the mantle, the inner core and the outer core. I had to look that up as well. I think I got “mantle” mixed up with “Magna Carta”. I mean, for a second. I think “magma” is mixed up in there as well.

I looked up the Wiki on the Magna Carta. I had the time frame right and knew it had something to do with rules.

Like between the Ten Commandments and the U.S. Constitution.

Or maybe Fight Club rules.

But somewhere in that whole range of rules.

Okay, it’s a broad fucking range, but after reading the Wiki, I think the Magna Carta does fall within that range. And also has nothing to do with the layers of the earth.

I’m still not sure what I’m supposed to do with my work project, but I did learn a few things, so that’s cool. But I don’t think I’m supposed to talk about them.

It’s Monday morning. I have no idea what the day will bring. And I can hardly even contemplate a whole week.

Hang on.

Take care of each other. Find things to smile about. Look for pretty things.

XO

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Eye Of The Narcissism Storm

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We’re in the eye of the narcissism storm.

Narcissistic Personality Disorder has been a theme of this blog years before the 2016 election.

I’ve been fretting, screaming and pleading for years now. The stupid president couldn’t be more dangerous. He’s broken beyond repair and he’s collapsing.

I’ve said many times this is going to get worse. And now we are here. Now, we’re going to see the worst.

At least I think we will.

Is it possible he’s got some slimy, vile schemes up his sleeve when he leaves office? Well, sure. I wouldn’t be shocked.

I mean, he’d need a lot of help, because let’s face it, the man is many things. He’s gross, traitorous, a predator, seditious, treasonous, bigoted, misogynistic, devoid of empathy and has no rhythm. One thing he is not: smart.

The man is stupid. If he’s going to create chaos after he’s gone from our house, then he needs help.

Regardless of what he does beginning January 21st doesn’t matter right now. What matters is the chaos he is going to cause now.

A collapsed narcissist behaves like a wounded, cornered animal.

I try to find silver linings in every situation and, sometimes, that is a goddamn hard thing to do.

How can I find any good in what our lives are right now? Over 300K are dead.

He golfs while acts of domestic terrorism play out. People hunger. People are being evicted.

What good can I find in any of this?

I’m hopeful that at the very least, more people will have a better understanding of narcissistic personality disorder.

Perhaps, after being exposed to the lord, king, god of all narcissists for years will bring about a broader understanding of this disorder.

Maybe, it will help people identify what type of monster they are dealing with and it will protect them.

He’ll do everything he can to burn down as much as he can, but if this serves as an education for the rest of us, perhaps we won’t be the only narcissist who collapses and deflates.

I mean, it’s probably just a fantasy.

But I kind of dig it.

 

Image courtesy of Pixabay.

Don’t Cry Over The Ugly Things, Baby

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“Don’t cry over the ugly things, baby, cry over the beautiful things.”

This is one of my favorite things that Randy has ever said to me. I remember his words and I remember to seek out the pretty things.

I remember everything isn’t shit, even in this horrific year. 2021 is taking it’s own sweet fucking time getting here.

I do, however, try to seek out things that make me happy.

Or really, just anything that quells the constant outrage and horror at what is happening to us.

The house we bought a little over two years ago is older. It was built in 1952. It’s just a small brick house in a blue collar neighborhood and needs a little work.

One of the things that has happened over the past few months, is the cabinet doors in the kitchen started trying to escape. I have no idea why, but it’s like they’re running away.

Our solution, so far, is to take the worst of the offenders off and stack them in the dining room. I’ll deal with this sooner or later. I will. But honestly, I have driveway issues, water heater issues, deck issues and roof issues which are way more pressing than some stupid cabinet doors.

Anyway, the cabinet that holds mugs and glasses no longer has a door.

Today, I noticed this mug on the top shelf. I hadn’t seen it in a while. Like years. It’s a chipped up Little Mermaid coffee mug.Little mermaid coffee mug

When he was 4 years old, my son, Zach, gave me this mug for mother’s day. I don’t know that Little Mermaid was the first movie that Zach and I saw together, but it was one of the first.

I pulled it from the shelf and showed it to Randy.

Me: I haven’t seen this in forever. Where did it come from?

Randy: I think Joey had it up in his room.

Me: For what? Like two years?

Randy: Totally possible.

Me: Damn

Anyway, it made me happy to see my mug again. Zach is 33 years old now. This mug might be one of my top ten oldest possessions.

Randy: Why don’t you put that up?

Me: But I just got it back.

Randy: It might get broken.

Me: Yeah, it might.

Randy: There are chips in it, you’ll cut your lip.

Me: I know where the chips are.

Randy: If you put it in the cabinet, then you won’t be the only one using it.

Me: I’m cool with sharing.

Me: You know, if I drink coffee out of this mug in the morning and then drop in and break it, I will appreciate the coffee I just drank. I’d rather use it than fret over it.

And that is true.

I mean, we all have to say goodbye to everything at some point, right?

I want to enjoy the things that make me happy and then let them go when it is time rather than horde them and fret over their inevitable demise.

I know it’s just a banged up coffee mug with a Disney image on it, but it still makes me happy. It is one of my pretty things.

We are nearly there my friends. I know it is scary right now, but soon we can start to rebuild. It won’t be easy, but it will be good.

We’re all going to cry, but try to remember to sometimes cry over the beautiful things.