My name on this blog is a nickname. I'm shy, and like my privacy. Also, I've heard more than enough criticism in my life, and I'm afraid of more criticism.
Maybe if I wasn't so shy, I would have a mate. Maybe I would have a job. I hate being shy. But once I get to know someone, I open up.
I'm unemployed, and struggle financially. I'm so ready to be productive and earn money. I'm starting to do volunteer work.
Dear God, you gave me a brain. Please let me use it, so I can support myself. Please God, let me fit in the world of work.
What's with the pornography in "R" rated movies? And when my 17 year-old godson was visiting and wanted to watch Love Actually, why didn't I check the rating? Why didn't I remember the porn parts of the movie? I remember the funny parts. We were watching this movie on my laptop, and when the porn part came on, I stuck my foot in front of the screen so he couldn't see it and ended up pressing the rewind button then fast forward button with my foot. This was one big godmother-ly mistake. I feel guilty.
I had a flat tire today, and drove on the flat to my local service station. A shout out to Manny, Danny, and John who take good care of my car time and again. I sat there waiting for Danny to fix the flat and thanked God that I didn't ruin the tire with the rim since I drove on the flat. Thank you, God, that I was able to afford the $25 repair and didn't have to buy a new tire. The treads of my tire are still really good.
Manny (the owner), Dan, and John are always very courteous and give me a discount or freebie every now and then. They thank me for my business and remember my [real] name. I was talking to Dan about my tire when a man came to deliver some auto parts:
Dan to delivery man: How's it going?
Delivery Man: Okay. Same old.
Dan: Same old, same old. I'd say more, but there's a lady present.
I appreciate being thought of as a LADY. I do appreciate it when men refrain from swearing in front of me because I am a lady, a woman, a female.
Last year I remember taking a walk when I encountered an old man with a small boy (his grandson?), and the old man tipped his hat to me. I was thrilled at this sign of old-fashioned manners. I smiled and said hello.