Even though it became clear that Hurricane Isaac was too far south to really affect my area, I was fully invested in my preparations.
You want me to go outside? There is currently a tropical storm 200 miles away from Key West! Clearly, I need to hunker down inside.
We're going to get some rain? Perhaps stocking up on Cheetos and chocolate and other hurricane essentials would be in order. In case we're flooded in, you know?
What? The possibility of losing electricity? Let's cook the biggest lasagna the world has ever seen and invite lots of people to our house to eat it. Then we'll spend the afternoon looking at the palm trees spazzing out in the rain and we'll play cards and drink lots of coffee. In case.. the lights... go out...
Lorraine Says: Traffic Monster
In three months of working at HaryCarumba I’ve been late one
time, and that was by three minutes.
Today, I had an early appointment in Miami and on the way
from there to work I hit all of the traffic ever invented. Plus, despite living
north of the area practically all my life, I know absolutely nothing about
navigating Miami. I had my GPS on and was driving with my seat back at a 90° angle,
my hands at 10 and 2, no music playing, and was strictly obeying the speed
limits. Yes. I was that person.
At some point when I was supposed to be taking an exit to
get onto I-95 north, the GPS gave me the following directions: keep left at the
fork. Keep right at the fork. Keep right at the fork. Keep left at the fork. Keep
right at the fork.
WTF.
How much cutlery does this highway have?
Lorraine Says: Schooled
Some 10 years ago (and beyond) back to school meant a new outfit and
really cool hair. A new book bag, until I decided I only wanted to carry a purse.
A new purse until I decided to carry a pencil and a rolled up folder in my back
pocket.
Today, it meant school zones and a slightly longer drive time to work. I grumbled like a good and proper crotchety old woman.
Which is funny, considering that I’m also starting school today. Again
Today, it meant school zones and a slightly longer drive time to work. I grumbled like a good and proper crotchety old woman.
Which is funny, considering that I’m also starting school today. Again
Lorraine Says: Baby in a Cage
I am quite familiar with the entire spectrum of “blogger problems.”
- I want to share a joke, but I’m afraid it’ll only be funny to me.
- My post editor is being a jerk.
- HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY. HAVE NO TIME.
- I have all the time in the world. I have nothing to say.
- I want to tell a story but my [family] [friend] [co-worker] reads this blog.
To name a few.
I don’t think there is a #bloggerproblem more frustrating for me, though, than not knowing where to start. Where do I start Internet? WHERE DO I START?
Fine: a list.
- I want to share a joke, but I’m afraid it’ll only be funny to me.
- My post editor is being a jerk.
- HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY. HAVE NO TIME.
- I have all the time in the world. I have nothing to say.
- I want to tell a story but my [family] [friend] [co-worker] reads this blog.
I don’t think there is a #bloggerproblem more frustrating for me, though, than not knowing where to start. Where do I start Internet? WHERE DO I START?
Fine: a list.
Lorraine's Seven Places to Start
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