Merry Christmas and More

It's only Christmas Eve and we have already had an unbelievable day. It was a great time at Nana's and Papa's, opening gifts and spending time with the cousins. Who could ask for more? It could end now and it would have been great.

Now for what I really have to say. I must say that my PD friends have the most unbelievable stories because they are going through life post divorce too. Us PD women have a tendency to lose our sanity at times. You hear one of these friends tell a story and wonder "what are you thinking?" If they heard you tell the same story that is what they would say to you. But when you are the one telling the story, I don't know what happens. I think a little attention from someone with a Y chromosome makes your IQ drop at least 50 points. It's unbelievable to witness and okay maybe experience. I usually consider these very intelligent women. Talk about smart to not so bright. It's like witnessing a train wreck.

I really hope one of these very intelligent women in particular reads this blog. Here's a hint. The only thing I have fallen in love with at first sight was an article of clothing at Ann Taylor Loft. I don't think that will ever change.

Merry Christmas to you all,

Michelle K. Perkins

Just Send Them to Idiot Prison

Has it really been a month? Wow that's a long time for me to go without therapy. Then it happened, bailout execs had to go and still fly around in private jets at the company's expense after they received some of my tax dollars. Now I'm upset. I couldn't be satisfied with reading just the summary paragraph. I had to read the entire article. It started that snowball rolling down the hill affect deep down inside and so here I am talking about it.

This is what I don't understand. One of the reasons company spokesmen give for the need for private jets is security. Maybe I didn't read the paper or check the news online for like a year, but I have failed to read about any plot to knock off the president or other high executives of companies that are losing money by the boat load. Maybe they think they are as important as say a President of a country. The only people they need to fear is average folks like me and I don't even know any of their names. I'm thinking they are pretty safe. I still can't figure out why these guys are paid so much any way. If I were in charge, here is who I would hire. They would not have attended an Ivy League school because those folks seem to walk in the door with an attitude of entitlement. They would have had to work at least 25 hours a week to be able to attend college and they would have graduated with a GPA somewhere in the range of 2.75-3.25. You know why? Because these folks could find an answer to a problem. Mr. Ivy League would have to call 40 other folks to figure out what to do when he is stuck in an elevator and average Joe would know, just flip the alarm switch. Whew! I feel much better now!

See ya when I need some more couch time. It could be tomorrow!!

Michelle Perkins