Michelle's Opinions

“Do not go around saying the world owes you a living.  It owes you nothing; it was here first.”

Mark Twain

whenever you get really busy, can’t get a minute for yourself, haven’t watchedThe Real Housewives of Whereverfor weeks, the hair hasn’t seen a salon in months, weight is falling off because who has time to eat or shop even if you had time to get hungry busy, it seems that there is always some kind soul in the wings waiting to impart trite homilies with the fervour of Moses listing off commandments…

“life is what happens when you’re making other plans”

“no one ever wished they worked more on their death bed”

“you have to take time to stop and smell the roses”

well i would, but i don’t have roses, nor do i have time to buy them and if i did, they’d probably die from neglect anyhow.  at this point, it’s all i can manage to keep the cat and kid fed.

the hours i’m not at work are spent taxiing my child to the various functions and activities that are important and vital and who was it who decided that 11 is too young to drive anyhow?  i think if they can reach the pedals and figure out the stick shift, they should be good to go.  seriously, how much worse could they be than the dregs i encounter on my commute every day?

i get to friday night ever week, as most of us do, and wonder where the time went, wonder how is it that i don’t have a minute to myself from 6 a.m. monday morning til approximately three minutes before now and wonder where the hell i left the corkscrew last friday…

i would like to go for a walk, or write, or read a book, or find out what Damon’s been up to onThe Vampire Diaries(inquiring minds want to know) but i have homework to oversee, laundry to do, aging parents to monitor, a child to raise, a messy house to glare at and ignore and responsibilities lurking, waiting to pounce and amp up the stress level once more the second i come to tomorrow morning…

so fair warning to the next person who is not walking in my shoes as i race between work, school, playing fields, grocery stores, doctor’s appointments, parent’s homes, other kid’s homes, and back again every single freaking day, i am balancing on that fine line between getting it done and clock tower so cliche me at your peril..

whenever someone tries to talk to me about creationism and the earth being only 5,000 some odd years old and dinosaurs being a myth and carbon dating results being a test of faith presented by God, my mind starts to wander to a Dilbert cartoon i once read in which Dilbert is listening to a young women spout off about the healing power of crystals:

“i know there’s no proof that crystals have healing powers but it’s my point of view that they do.”

“when did ignorance become a point of view?”

thanks, scott adams.