The Queen's Rambles

Guess who!

It’s been two years since I posted, but I’m back! Maybe! We shall see.

Why did I disappear? I started a master’s program and became paranoid that my classmates would look me up and see the real me. Once I realized my classmates probably didn’t give two hoots about looking me up and looking into my life, I was so bogged down with homework that the thought of writing for fun didn’t appeal to me. I’ve been writing several scholarly posts each week complete with reference section for the past two years. It’s been exhausting, but daily blog writing prepared me well for it. I’m in my last class and am currently working on a 50 page research paper. Seven more weeks and I’ll be d-o-n-e with a master’s in strategic leadership.

How about a funny story for old time’s sake?

I have a new nemesis and her name is Crazy Cat Lady. She’s a 68 year old animal hoarding narcissist who hangs out at my gym. I think she’s a lesbian because she likes to run her hand along other lady’s arms and call them princess (and yes, she has done this to me before *shudder*). She’s hot all the time, so she likes to stand under the fan. I’m hot all the time and I like to stand under the fan. You see where this is going, yes? Problem is I get to class at least 15 minutes early so I can claim my spot under the fan. She gets to class at least 15 minutes late and still thinks she can stand under the fan–the very fan I’m standing under. She gives zero f—ks about personal space. She’s covered in cat hair and I’m allergic to cats. About five minutes after she arrives my throat starts closing up because the animal dander is being blown all over the classroom. We are standing under a high powered fan, after all. I have told her I’m allergic and asked her to stay away from me, but she refuses. She says all the right things, “Oh yeah, I’ll move, sorry.” But she doesn’t move. I hates her. I’ve rearranged my schedule so I don’t go to the same classes she goes to, but if I ever have an off week and have to attend a Tues or Fri class, there is is–just waiting to kill me. It’s too bad because I love the Friday teacher, but I love to breathe even more.

And that’s all for today, folks! Is there anyone still out there?