scratchy throat

This morning, I woke up in a haze. My eyes were tired and blurry (as usual) and my throat was scratchy and uncomfortable. I was sick. I didn't know if it was the sickness of cold or the pain of allergies which was causing my discomfort.

I called my supervisor at work to call in sick. As I wasn't throwing up or anything, I was told that I could not stay home. And so I went. And I feel worse. The scratchy nose and throat are most definitely here for a while.

up a quarter

Gas is ridiculous. My mom thought the gas prices wouldn't go very far over $3 per gallon. But here we are just four months later and the gas prices are almost a dollar more than a mere four months ago.

The price of tea at the coffee shop next to work has increased by 25 cents. That happened within the past week.

What's next? Toilet paper? Water?

shopping carts and such

I like to travel. I like to go new places and discover new and interesting things to do. Staying in one place turns me into a bit of a nutcase so that I begin to run around in circles, binge on chocolate or drink wine by myself.

Since returning to the states over four months ago, I have begun to realize that I am a tad on the hyper-active side. I must do something. On more than one occasion, I have been caught in the world of shopping. It's a mall called consumerism. We Americans walk through the doors and get caught in the twist of wanting more and more of what we don't need to purchase.

I get caught up by the accessories, the different things to put in my purse, in my ears or on my fingers. Others find the new cars most desirable and trade in for new cars every two years or more.

I am a consumer. And I don't like that I consume so much. Every day I try to do a little bit better. I reuse my various possessions and regift what I must. Slowly, I will be what I need to be.

flabergasted by flirtations

Today a man of about seventy or so flirted with me. He got me to cash his checks and then said to me, "if you ever get tired of your husband, let me know." What was I supposed to say to that? How are we supposed to respond when we are flirted with? I don't know what to do. I've been told, in the past, that I tend to be a bit flirtacious. It comes naturally. It's a part of the laugh. But seriously, are these ridiculous pick-up lines supposed to aid in the ridiculousness of existing in this world?

fraud in freaksville

What is fraud? Is it a skill? When applying for a new job can you share that you have perfected the way to cheat someone else out of their money? Or is it something you share with your co-workers when they ask you what you did over the weekend?

When I was a lot younger and Al Gore had not yet invented the internet, I watched, The Net, with my sister. She thought Sandra Bullock was the best actress in the world. This suspenseful movie showed what has today become a reality. First they charge your credit card. Then they take your social security card. What's next, they take your free samples of depends out of the mailbox? What is this world coming to?

meatballs and spiders

Last night, my sister called me. The latest in their Nampa home was her son's hysteria towards hobo spiders. Shelli had read on the internet about the horrible things these spiders could do and had shown the pictures to Spencer. While I was on the phone, I could hear him screeching. Nightmares were evident.

Tonight, I was forced to cook. Again. The 'rents won't eat unless I help out so I did. We had meatballs. I burned the roof of my mouth. And now I'm gulping down a Mike's Hard Lemonade to make my life feel a little more exciting.

For the most part, I'm in a good mood. People who become my close friends are able to see me in my bitch mode, when I get grouchy and shout or talk about how people suck. But when people first meet me, they consider me to be a nice person. That's how people view me at work these days, sweet Sharece, the girl who should be walking around in pigtails, picking daisies.

If only they knew what was going on in my head.