I’ve Been Called Spunky

One day, after repeating myself for the 29th time, I asked the woman from the phone company I was arguing with over an error they had made on my bill, to hold for one moment.  “Why?”  she asked.

“So I can bang my head against the wall and then hopefully I will be at your level of intelligence,” was my shameful reply.

It’s not that I’m hot-tempered, but when pushed, I sometimes lose my think first, speak second ability.  On good days my husband calls me “spunky.”

I think of Clint Eastwood’s character in the movie “Grand Torino” where he growls, “Get off my lawn!”  Some days I understand his disenchantment with the human race, and some days I embrace and love everyone in that sloppy, “I love you Man!” way.  Throw a cigarette butt out of your car window and I wish I had an eject button to propel you off the planet.  Offer to help me juggle the million things I’m trying to carry into the office all in one trip and I want to convincingly coo over the endless family photos on your iPhone.

When I was young, I wanted to be the first woman President of the United States.  Life intervened, (notice I’m still assuming I could have been President) and two kids and thirty years (and counting) of marriage later, I work in construction and I write…No one stands when I enter the room, unless its by accident, but as long as they read what I have to say, they can remain seated.

While I hate standing in any sort of line, I love observing others around me; the 20 something boy/man wearing a Van Halen tee shirt, the group of my youth, covered in tattoos, with the Zulu type holes in his ears.  (For the record, I know he will hate them in his 50’s.)  Or the ragged woman who stands near my Trader Joe’s singing in an incredible soprano, carrying a “Help Me” sign.  I make up stories for everyone, wondering what the truth really is.  I blog about my observations and my experiences; after all I have lived 50 years.  If I’m full of nothing else, it’s experiences.

I’m a published non-fiction writer working on breaking into the fiction world with my recently completed novel…I promise to be Green and recycle each and every rejection letter or email…

Along with my lovely (on most days) children, we are about to bring home a Border Collie puppy (yes, we are crazy), a few super cool friends, and a vast array of extended family.    Welcome to my world!