First world problems with Rose

Coming home from getting my daughters holiday photos taken with her tiny cousin, we were stopped for a long long time as hordes of people dressed in University of Michigan or Ohio state colors converged upon us. The stadium holds almost as many people as the entire city I live in.

I don't know about you but hundreds of people milling around my car makes me nervous.

Then I thought of you, the collective you, troops out there making those second to second decisions that change lives and I calmed the hell down.

Still, people milling, getting close.

I have determined that my 'personal space' is approximately 2 football fields. Its getting better as I get older.

More first world news!

I eat a very lean and mean diet. Fresh organic vegetables, fish, chicken, ICED TEA WITH EXTRA LEMON. However, tonight I got a craving so deep that I had to go through the drive through of a certain place that starts with M.

I was raised polite and I simply like being nice to everyone. I also speak clearly because I know that the radio comm might suck. Very clearly I stated my order. I read the order and then I did not get one thing that I ordered, outside of a lukewarm McFish or whatever they are called.

My teenager, thought it was hilarious and insisted I not go back around.

I got sweetened tea - UGH, this is Michigan people, the default is unsweetened. I ordered a large value meal because I wanted the g.d. glass, NO GLASS. Repeat, no glass. No pumpkin pie. Apple pie. My son got a oreo mcflurry.

So huzzah.

I came home to drink my woes away and guess what? The water cooler is empty! No glub glub of delicious cold water.

My teenager VOLUNTEERED to go get me some Smart Water (its gotta work some day - I WILL understand math) and almonds.

Peace is restored. I am not full of crapacola. All is well.

Tomorrow is pretend Thanksgiving. I will put on my purple tights (just the tights, nothing else) and go to my Moms for the annual eating of the bird. My little vegetarians will carb overload on mashed potatoes.

Silently, I will do what I try to do everyday. Make lists of what I am grateful for.

I am grateful that I had the idea to make this blog. Even though I flail about, I hope my sincerity and concern comes through

I am grateful that it seems that the g.d. war is winding down.

I am grateful that there are more programs in place to help with the wounds inside, PTSD for example. I grew up with shattered Vietnam vets.

I am grateful that you get up every morning or night, wearing your uniforms and doing your jobs. I pray to whatever Gods are listening that you all come back whole.

Also, when you come back, make sure your order is correct before you drive away! Do NOT let them give you sweet tea if you want unsweetened tea!