Wednesday, October 18, 2017

A Story with a Happy Ending

I met "Martin" about three years ago in a public relations class during my second semester of college when I was still dealing with self-esteem issues relating to being a really old woman in college.
Martin was the very last person to arrive for the fully-booked class, and the only empty seat was in front of me, so I could not NOT take notice of him.

But the reason I remember meeting Martin that day was because everyone in the class had to introduce themselves.  And when I mentioned that I had worked in radio and declared that it was kind of like having public relations experience, Martin turned around, pointed to himself then to me, and said, "You and me, we're partners.  Group project?  You and me."

Someone thought I was valuable? Someone wanted to work with me? Someone chose me?
I immediately wanted to be his friend.

A few weeks later, Martin started missing classes. I overheard another classmate mention that Martin hadn't been showing up in another class either; the rumor was that Martin's girlfriend was pregnant, and he had to drop out of college.

But, just last year in another public relations class, I found Martin once again occupying the seat in front of me. We didn't talk much throughout the semester. (I can tell you from experience that in college, you pay very little attention to classmates sitting behind you.) I also suspected he had long forgotten about wanting to be my partner in group projects.  However, Martin learned my name and gave me enthusiastic greetings whenever we passed elsewhere on campus.  He was charming, and nice, and as far as I could tell, a darned good student.

During that semester, an off-campus apartment building caught fire leaving most of its tenants homeless for several days.  I ran into Martin later that week.  He told me he lived in that apartment building, and now he and his wife and two-year-old twins were living in a hotel for a few days while repairs were being made.  He said they didn't need anything, but it sure was inconvenient.

Young guy.  Married with twins.  Home burned. Still grateful.

That's when I looked him up on social media and sent him connection requests on every medium. He accepted them all.

Martin graduated this past spring, but I ran into him in the campus library today.  He was walking with someone, and I got the impression he was helping this person find something.  As we passed, Martin held out his hand to me in greeting. As we shook hands, he leaned over and whispered to me, "I'm working in the library, Roses!"  He said it with the same awe that a small child would have told you that Santa Claus had come.
I had enough time to reply, "That's awesome!" and he was gone.

I turned and watched him walk away with the person he was helping.
And I wondered...

My friends, I was vague about the job I applied for in August. I told you it was a position at a library, but I didn't specify that it was at the campus library at the university I attended.
Could it be that I had been in competition with this brilliant fellow student?
I thought about it for a moment, and I quickly found the idea very pleasant and realized that I felt very good about the idea of having lost this job to Martin.  If anyone else was going to get it, I'd want it to be someone just like him.

Oddly enough, I had awkwardly bumped into the campus library director (the person in charge of hiring) just last week and exchanged a quick "Hi how are you" with him.
So, today, when I had a slightly less awkward run-in with the same library director, I asked him, "Did you hire Martin?"
The answer was yes.
I gave the director a sincere smile and congratulated him on the fine choice.
And the moment Martin wasn't busy, I went over and told him how happy I was for him.

I informed him that I had also applied for the same position, and we both conceded that it was an honor to have had such fine competition.

I sit here tonight feeling very happy for Martin.
I feel SO happy for Martin, that I've forgotten that I felt sad not getting that job.

His words, so full of joy and amazement, keep ringing through my mind.
"I'm working at the library, Roses!"
And I can't help but smile.

This is a story with a happy ending.
It's not my happy ending, but it is truly happy nonetheless.

Monday, October 09, 2017


Family game night.

Image resultElder Son:  I'd like to play either Uno or Sorry!

Me:  I'd like to play SorryNotSorry.

Elder Son:  That's pretty much what the game *is*, isn't it?

Me:  It was a hashtag before there were hashtags.

Sunday, September 24, 2017


The discussion was about social media apps, and I decided to be funny.

Me: I thought Tumblr was Tinder for people trying to find other people who love beverages.
He: You mean, like, a dating app for alcoholics?
Me: Yes.
He: I'd use it.

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Campus Hijinks with Younger Son

Younger Son and I are students at the same university. No, we do not commute together. No, we do not stop and chat on campus.  We learned early that a) he does not want to look like he needs to hang out with his mother, and b) I do not want to look *like* someone's mother.

So, we just don't.

We do cross paths once in a great while.  Usually, we make eye contact, Younger Son looks briefly horrified, and we move along without any other acknowledgement.

I asked him how much it bothers him that I'm at the same school as he is.  He said it doesn't bother him at all, said he forgets I'm there until he sees me.
Same for me.

One day as I crossed campus, I received a text just as I turned toward the library.  The text said, "Mwah-ha-ha."
And out of the corner of my eye, I saw Younger Son walking past.  He had been following me the entire way.

Another time, I was making my way from the parking lot to class when I saw Younger Son traveling perpendicular to me.  I quickly assessed that at our current speeds, we'd cross exactly half way, possibly even bumping into each other physically.
I pulled out my phone and texted, "On your right."
Neither of us broke stride as I watched him check his phone. He glanced up, and went back to his phone and sent, "Thanks."
He sped up, I slowed down, crisis averted.

Today after class, I spied him on a bench wearing earbuds and watching something on his phone. He was completely emersed in his little screen.
"I could totally sit next to him, and he wouldn't know it was me until it was too late," I thought to myself.
I got halfway to him, but turned around. While the action would be funny, it would break our unspoken rules of engagement. Eye contact, okay; direct contact, not okay.
Texting a message, okay; speaking a message, not okay.
I suddenly realized that we have somehow created a weird hybrid game of hide and seek and tag.
So, rather than take a seat next to my son, I took the longer route up a hill behind the bench.
I texted, "Smooch," then "Behind you." And never looked back.
His reply was, "Ugh."


Sunday, September 03, 2017

When in Wisconsin...

Walking toward the fairgrounds entrance ahead of us is a couple dressed in matching bib overalls.  He is wearing a baseball cap, and she is wearing a straw hat and carrying a straw tote bag.

I say to The Husband, "Sometimes I think city people buy costumes to wear to Wisconsin."
The Husband sees the couple and nods.  "As if it's part of the event.  Like they're playing along and adding to the atmosphere. Like at a Renaissance fair!"
"Yes!" I agree.  "A Redneck-aissance fair!"

Tuesday, August 22, 2017


$1.69 for 5 oz. of yogurt.
It's pretty average yogurt. Nothing special.

It makes more sense to imagine paying $1.69 for the glass container and getting free yogurt.

Sunday, August 20, 2017

Late Night Laundry

When you decide you've been up too late and are finally looking forward to going to bed, but then you remember you still have laundry in the washing machine, and you can't leave it until tomorrow because you've already let it set too long and rewashed it more than once today and there's a pair of slacks in this load that you need to wear tomorrow.


Monday, August 07, 2017

Two Word Movie Review - The Dark Tower

Here are your two words:

"Two Stories"

No, this doesn't refer to how tall the Dark Tower is.
These two words let you know that the movie, based on the Stephen King "Dark Tower / Gunslinger" books, is a completely separate story from the 7-book series.

Sure, you have Roland the Gunslinger, Walter the man in black, and Jake the boy from New York.  There's also one creepy ass house.
And yeah, there's a tower.
But there's little else in the movie that you will recognize from the books.

Beyond that, it's a pretty decent action flick.
If you want an action flick, you should go.  You'll like it.

Aside from that creepy ass house, very little of the movie has any "Stephen King"creep factor.
If you want to avoid Stephen King creepy, you should go.  You'll like it.
(However, there will very likely be a pre-movie trailer for "IT", and that has plenty of SK creepiness.  So, go get your popcorn during that trailer.)

However, if you've read the books and you want to see a totally awesome movie adaptation of the books, don't go.
You will be very disappointed.

It's a good movie, but it's not the story you might be expecting.

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Friday, August 04, 2017



I'm on the phone with a library... having a job interview right now.


I think it went very well.
They'll contact me by the end of next week to let me know if I get to advance to the next level or not.

I was blessed to advance to an in-person 2-3 hour interview at the end of August which went very well. And then I advanced even farther to the "we're checking your references" phase at the beginning of September.
However, I learned at the end of September that the position was offered to and accepted by someone else.

My quest continues.

Two Word Movie Review - Dunkirk

Here are your two words:

Three Stories

This movie is three stories blended together to illustrate what happened on the beach of Dunkirk, France during World War II.

I thought it was a good movie.
It was not the movie I thought I was going to see.
I thought the movie was going to be about the British civilians who sailed their personal seacraft to the beach and saved lives.
I mean, read the poster: "When 400,000 men couldn't get home, home came for them."
I was partly right, but I was mostly wrong.

Because only one third of this movie was about the brave civilians.
Another third of the movie was about fighter pilots.
And another third of it followed the soldiers on the beach.

Knowing that you are watching three separate stories will help you enjoy the movie more.  During the movie, you are shown the words "The Mole: One Week", "The Sea: One Day" and "The Air: One Hour".  Those words are meant to explain that you are watching one story about what happens over the course of one week on The Mole (the beach), a separate story about what happens on The Sea over the course of one day, and another story about what is happening in The Air over the course of just one hour.
(Maybe you are far smarter than I am, but I had no idea what those words were trying to tell me; I had my ah-ha! moment in the car on the way home afterwards.)

It's a good story.
All of them.

If you can't get to the theater before it's gone, rent it or buy it when it comes out on DVD/BluRay.

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