Maybe it’s my chronic migraines. Or maybe it’s the Botox treatments they’re using to deal with these migraines. Whatever it is, my mind has been doing lots of wandering, and as usual, I thought I would share what I’ve been thinking about.
Where is Sr. Catherine Patricia when you need her? I spent 12 years in Catholic schools (really not that unusual in St. Louis), but every time I hear Donald Trump call someone a loser, bimbo or liar or talk about someone in a mean-spirited way, I want Sr. Catherine Patricia to appear on stage, grab him by the collar and march him straight to the principal’s office. There, she would explain that we don’t use words like that when talking about others, and he would have to stay after school and clean all of the chalkboards. (For those of you older than I, you might have lived through the era of the ruler across the knuckles. I was in school with kinder, gentler nuns.) If Catholic-school Donald continued to spout off with his name calling, the consequences would increase in severity. Regardless of your religion, nuns have a way of making you behave. I’ve seen it countless times and would like to suggest the Sisters of Loretto moderate the next debate.
Barking dogs on planes? At least it isn’t snakes. One thing I never thought I would be concerned about while traveling was barking dogs on airplanes. I love dogs—as you know, I have two. I am happy to have service dogs on airplanes. I also understand that babies need to be on airplanes: You can’t very well put them in cargo (please, no phone calls—I am kidding). But I have to ask why, oh why, do I have to listen to your dog bark for 3 hours because he is unhappy? Maybe the crate you shoved him in is too small? Give that dog some treats, take him out of the cage or put him up at a luxury pet resort while you vacation. If I want to listen to dogs bark, I can just stay home.
If you don’t vote, you can’t comment. Missouri’s primary was a nail biter. It proved that every vote counts. I was surprised, though, at the number of people who failed to make it to the polls for pretty lame reasons. I know I sound a little judgmental (OK, a lot), but I don’t think you should be able to share your opinion on Facebook, Twitter or any other social media unless you actually got out of your chair and voted. This shall be called The Patty Rule.
And something nice. One of my New Year’s resolutions was to reconnect with old friends, or missing links, as I like to call them. An old work friend I let get away, Cindy, has spent our years apart being amazing. Oh, she still is a mom, wife and business owner, but now she also raises money for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society by baking cookies and decorating them. Take a look at her public Facebook page, Cookies for a Cure (Timpone), to see her works of art. You purchase the cookies, and she donates the proceeds to charity. Between her cookie baking and her family’s marathon running, they have raised close to $100,000 for charity!
So there you have it, my mind on Botox. A little scattered, but if it makes the migraines go away, it’s worth it.
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