Monthly Archives: August 2015

The Folds of My Brain

                  As I am now past the double nickel (55), I sometimes worry about my memory  and then… I heard a Neurologist  say, Not to worry about forgetting the small stuff ( like did I flush the toilet?, where are my keys, that sort of crap). That as you age, your brain becomes filled with so much high value information, that the brain can’t be bothered with trivial things.

                          So you mean I’m not spacey! I’m just intellectually overloaded. I like that guy, I would quote him, but I forgot his name or where I read it, maybe I saw it on TV. I am reasonably sure it was a man. Sounds like something a MAN would say.

                WOW! I just had an epiphany I”M A FUCKING GENIUS!!!!!!

Flip Flops

Upon returning home the other day

                 my wife informs me she

                 fell in the back yard

   and now understands why they’re called

                           “FLIP FLOPS”

flip flops

“oh Bus Driver”

        Lets start this meeting with an introduction”Hello my name is Peggy and I’m a Bus Driver”. My friends tell I need a name tag that says Hello I’m Inappropriate, but you’ll find that out soon enough.

        Being asked “what do you do” has always been a cringe worthy moment for me. Not because I don’t like what I do, but because bus driver isn’t one of those illustrious titles that generates expressions of awe and wonder. The visual most people get is…..Honey BooBoo learns to drive.

        After nearly 30yrs behind the wheel, its time for me to say it Loud, say it Proud. “I am a Bus Driver!” I’m also so much more, but lets start with that. Continue reading “oh Bus Driver”