a realization

before the age of ten, i could:

• change a tire (car, bicycle, tricycle, you name it)
• balance a checkbook (not that there was much to balance)
• speak french (horribly-mutated, below-average french)
• cook myself food (if kraft mac-and-cheese can be called food)
• vote republican (at least that's what I told my father)

in other words, i was a woman of the world. strong. independent.
able to take care of myself.

these days, i can:

• call AAA
• unbalance a checkbook
• speak spanish
• order out
• vote however i want to

in other words, i still am a woman of the world. strong. independent.
able to take care of myself.

that being said, boys, a compliment will get you anywhere . . .

A Vindication

At an unspecified point in my life, I may or may not have said, "It's only funny when you fall down," or something to that effect.

I would like to point out at this time that although it is an alleged statement, it is nevertheless true.

I would like to further assert that while the above alleged statement may or may not be slightly sadistic in nature, it also illustrates my hidden philosophical depths, as illustrated below:

"It is not funny that anything else should fall down; only that a man should fall down. Why do we laugh? Because it is a gravely religious matter: it is the Fall of Man. Only man can be absurd: for only man can be dignified." -G. K. Chesterton


Just think about it.