Author Archives: Pamela

Giant traffic jam this morning so I got to work late so I only have time to mention that: I already started Christmas shopping. Yes, me, the person who always whines how I’m not in the mood for the holidays and I hate shopping and urgh, kill me now. I’ve bought more than one thing and even put some of the things in gift bags. I just need to keep it up before the last minute.

I think November starts the big marketing push for everything in life. Not just the holidays.

I’m getting marketing calls at the office almost every day. Several places have my name and tell me we’ve spoken before and then they tell me what they want to sell me — something that I’ve already told them doesn’t apply to this business so even if we did buy things from random people who phone we wouldn’t buy this because we don’t need it.

And then the endless emails from any place I’ve ever purchased from online. I end up unsubscribing from everything. Even the ones that promise they’ll only send you 1 email a month or only a few times a year — there’s always a week where they send you three in one week and then I’m done.

I found a new recipe to try for Thanksgiving: Green beans, mushrooms and cipollini onions. There’s our one green thing.

Yesterday I watched a car appear to ask to be pulled over.

We were on a two lane highway where the speed limit would seem to be a recommended minimum.

The State Patrol came barreling along in the left lane and everyone slowed to the recommended minimum and moved to the the right.

Except this one car that slowed down and then went slower and slower.

The Patrol put on its brakes. We all slowed down. Everyone is afraid of passing a patrol car. Except me, if I’m driving legally I have no problem passing a patrol car.

I thought maybe the person was nervous about moving over but if so: don’t drive.

Finally, the car must have been going 40 mph. And the patrol lights came on and the person pulled right over like all his or her dreams had come true.

I couldn’t rubberneck to see what kind of person was driving because all the cars instantly turned into maniacs and whipped back up to 70+. It was do or die.