Archive for February, 2011
Writing is one of my greatest passions in life; another one is art. I love painting and drawing. I find art to be as fulfilling as writing, but in a different way and for different reasons. Now and then, I get an image in my mind that plagues me until I draw it, or paint it.
Sometimes, I see things that others don’t see. I’m not talking about seeing ghosts. I’m talking about everyday life with real live people here.
Umbrellas…I absolutely hate the things. I see no purpose in life to own one; let alone to use one. I feel like a real dork carrying an umbrella over my head in the rain for many reasons. I used to carry an umbrella many years ago, so I do know what I’m talking about.
One of my duties as a dental assistant was to teach our patients about good oral hygiene. I enjoyed this one-on-one aspect of my job and it was a good break from the physical strain of chair-side assisting. Our office was at the end of a long hallway in a building with eight other dentists.
I guess that I’m a perfectionist by nature and maybe even a little obsessive compulsive at times. At least, that’s what everyone tells me. That’s not how I see myself though. I have always tried to be my best, look my best and do my best at all times. The fact that I frequently fall flat on my face in pursuit of my life’s mission must prove to the rest of the world that I am not the perfectionist that they think I am.
I have often heard it said that everyone has a person out there who looks exactly like them, although not related.
Sometimes in life, weird things happen that you can’t explain, no matter how hard you try. Believe me when I say that I have had more than my fair share of weird experiences.
What do you do when your body or your bones don’t perform like they’re supposed to? You know what I mean, if you have ever sat in an awkward position until you legs fall asleep then you try to get up and walk. You can’t do it.
The weatherman was calling for another winter storm. They said it was massive…through the States and up the Eastern coast. I had nothing better to do so I decided to reorganize my sewing box. It actually started out as my mother’s sewing box, but before she died, she gave it to me.