Happy Oyster

I’ve been asked a number of times today if I have anything fun planned for Easter. Maybe it’s that I’m not a christian, but I never ask people if they’re planning on enjoying a religious holiday. Because I know that not everybody is of that religion, and not everybody celebrates that holiday. All I know is I get tired of the following: Well-wisher: So, have anything fun planned for Easter? Missy: Um… not really. I don’t celebrate Easter. Well-wisher: Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were Jewish! Missy: Um…I’m. . . Read More!

Eat It, IRS!

I’m packing up the taxes so they may dash their way to Fresno, California for processing. This is the first time for Fresno; I used to send them to Ogden, Utah. Another first (at least in the last few years) — I get to use the yellow “no I’m not sending you money” label. That’s right, it’s refundsville, daddy-o! Not much of a refund, but any tiny bit coming back is better than having to cut a multi-thousand-dollar check It does kinda irk me that after making me do all. . . Read More!

My home is ready "for the children."

Just standing in my bathroom, brushing my teeth, I was suddenly amazed to see how many of the things around me in my childfree house are full of warnings for my nonexistent children. The cord on my hair dryer has a tag which cautions me to warn children about the risk of death from electric shock, should they get the bright idea to drop a plugged-in hair dryer into a bathtub. There’s even a charming illustration of a full tub and a hair dryer just about to plunge into the. . . Read More!

Big Yellow Taxi

Driving home tonight, I was treated to some unknown pop group’s fresh new rendition of “Big Yellow Taxi.” How many times does this song need to be redone? I’ve heard like 5 versions of it already, and “BYT” is not a song I have ever sought out. In this particular version, apparently they thought to change it up a little by using some different notes than the original. And add some syllabubs here and there. (I meant syllable, not syllabub. I’ll give a quarter to the first person who gets. . . Read More!

Personal Choice Discrimination: Yet Another Screed

A conversation with a friend yesterday got me to thinking about some things. We’ve all been told it’s not OK to discriminate against somebody because of their race, gender, handicap… anything that’s beyond their control. But when it comes to peoples’ personal choices, apparently it’s open season for scorn, derision and downright nastiness. You see, I’ve decided to not have children. When people find this out, there’s apparently some unspoken signal that it’s now open season on my choice. I understand that a lot of people have a hard time. . . Read More!