Just call me Michelin MC

Arrggghhh.

Michelin MC!

Does anyone remember me writing, lamenting, I guess, about some health problems I was having? If there’s nothing I hate more, it’s when people talk about their health — harsh, probably, but seriously, don’t we all know someone who from the moment you encounter them, is telling (or worse, showing!) you in nearly nauseating detail, about their bum left knee, their aching back, the phlegm in their throat, the drip in their nose, the surgery they had last week, and oh, yeah, they’re having a hemorrhoid flare-up. (more…)

Gays can adopt in Florida — overturning crazy 1977 prohibition

After yesterday’s ridiculous vote on the don’t ask/don’t tell scenario, this announcement below comes as a very welcome bit of news:

From the Tampa Tribune 9/22/10

Court affirms Florida ban on adoption by gays unconstitutional

The Associated Press
Florida will immediately stop enforcing its ban on adoptions by gay people following a decision by a state appeals court that the three-decade-old law is unconstitutional, Gov. Charlie Crist said today. (more…)

My not-so-married life

This month, September, in fact today, is the anniversary of my divorce. I’ve been divorced twice as long now as my marriage even lasted. And yet, I found myself thinking of my brief experience of being a married woman last night and again this morning. (more…)

Ask & Tell

As in “you don’t have to be afraid to tell the truth if you’re asked … ”

Today’s the Senate’s vote on the dumbass don’t ask don’t tell law that bans gays from serving openly in the US armed forces.

I hope they get this one right. (more…)

Day of atonement

Lesson 101 on building and maintaining and building and maintaining — and building and maintaining — a successful blog? A blog that has relevance and holds the interest of its loyal, longtime, and new, potentially regular readers? (more…)

MC … Sarasota Smoothie Queen

If you read my July Cappuccino Chez MC column, you might recall that I’m slowly transitioning from outsourcing my meals to insourcing them. Meaning — yup, that’s right, I’ve got to feed myself at home!

My desire to transition is based on a lot of ideals — I don’t want to waste my time in always running out someplace in search of sustenance; I want to save money; I want to reduce my impact on my Earth by reducing my reliance on packaging and my use of fossil fuels expended in the going-after of things like early-morning coffee or mid-day smoothies; and I want to have more control over what ingredients are actually going into my body.

While my efforts might seem tortoise-like, my energy is increasing to rabbit-like levels. (more…)

Love between the raindrops

If you have no idea who you are anymore, try to recall a time when you did. When you knew who you were undeniably. When you moved with a sureness that came from presenting yourself in the truest way — whether people liked you or not, whether someone hired you or not, whether you could avoid an argument or not.

The you you were when belly-laughing was something that happened often. When seeing someone you cared about made you feel excited rather than obligated. When just being outside in the sun or in a coffee shop reading left you with the undeniable buzz of being alive.

A time when you thought and felt, hell, you knew, the whole world was at your feet. Your whole life was in front of you, figuratively or literally. (more…)

Me, myself, and I

A while back I posted a blog about Word of Mouth — and in it, I was coming down hard on the service — the manners of the wait staff mostly, and then I followed that up with a blog called Heads Up, where I came down hard again on people whose dining manners left some to be desired.

Well, all I can say is that my readers are MUCH more polite than I (sheesh I hope that’s the right use of I!). Because several of them wrote to me OFF the blog — to my email address — to point out my own very poor grammar when I wrote “the server greeted my guest and I.”

Yikes! (more…)

MC (and Coco) in da house

Clearing out a folder of photos and came across these. Just goes to show the fact that at least in 2008 and early 2009, I actually did get out of my house and into “da house!” (more…)

All signs point to stillness

Signs come at you in little ways at first, right?

Someone mentions their timing belt blew out on a drive to Orlando. You pass by a car on the side of the road with it’s hood up and a guy standing beside it with his cell phone out, looking hot and late for wherever he was headed. Later, you hear an ad on the radio for a discount on oil changes. Damn, you think. I’m definitely taking the car in on Friday to check out that rattling in the engine. But you don’t.

The weekend arrives. You’re at Publix and your car won’t start. You have to pay to get it towed; you have to call friends for a ride. And your borrowing your Mom’s car for work on Monday. (more…)