#TBT – Ms. Coffee Bacon

Damn I like this post! What a good idea this is!  To tell you the truth, though, I don’t remember writing it. Well, just barely. That is so crazy. And, I did take my old name back and it’s going fine. It’s in the middle of the alphabet, so there you go. I hope you enjoy (again).

write it down let it go

Maybe it’s time to think of a new last name.  My “maiden name” (Jesus, how sexist is that?) is so yesterday.  Literally.  It’s ok, in fact I am proud to be a member of the clan, but it can be rhymed with many words, making it unclear on the phone, for example.  There’s nothing like explaining your last name every time you have to utter it.

My married name is simple because it’s Anglicized.  Made up, shortened, and culled of it’s likely overuse of consonants (Eastern Europeans) or vowels (Scandinavians).  It’s not too short and not too long.  It doesn’t get you first in line, or make you the last in line for good things, like birthday cake, or things you need a few minutes to wrap your head around, like immunizations.  However, it is rapidly becoming yesterday also.



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Sometimes you go to the roof for a cry

The only people watching, maybe, are the guys putting gold leaf on the capitol dome.  They might not be able to see the tears from there.  And, if they do?

Will it be as effective as Prozac?  I’ll have to let you know.

This picture is not actually taken from the roof at work.  This is a view I caught for the first time, because instead of turning left, I turned right, today, to get to the same steeplesplace.

I don’t know why I did that.

I can’t articulate why I had to go to the roof to cry today.

I just know I did.

And now I’m done.

That’s today so far.