Looking for a spit shield for sale

I mentioned in my previous post that I was at SDAT for work.  That means I was in downtown B-more.  I have a good idea of how to get there on my own now, but … still rely on the Garmin just in case. (I’m surprised I haven’t named her yet.  Maybe it’s because she evokes so many 4-letter words from me.)

However, foul language is not what this post is about though it did lead to it… I always seem to forget that during one of my times of battle with her that I somehow managed to change the language to German (if I actually wanted to, I probably couldn’t), until I’m in the car en route to my destination.  Now I’m not only worried I’m going to get lost, I’m also worried I’m going to get spit on in the process.

When she says “turn right” (at least that’s what I think she’s supposed to be saying) it’s the German-to-English sounding equivalent to me saying “turn left.”  You should try it one day just to hear it.  Cracks me up. 

On the upside, at least she doesn’t scold me with “Nein! Nein!” when I take a wrong turn.

I’m so thankful God blessed me with such a hearty sense of humor.


About Heather.B

I'm a thirty-something (how did I get so old?!) esthetician (Jan 2009), soon-to-add holistic services (Jan 2013), and then onto business school with a few more endeavors in the works. Stayed tuned though as this changes often. I call it "what-to-be-when-I'm-a-grown-up ADD" - but here's a great quote of encouragement if you're similar in nature: “The experience of centering was one I particularly sought because I thought of myself as dispersed, interested in too many things. I envied people who were ‘single-minded,’ who had one powerful talent and who knew when they got up in the morning what it was they had to do. Whereas I, wherever I turned, felt the enchantment: to the window for the sweetness of the air; to the door for the passing figures; to the teapot, the typewriter, the knitting needles, the pets, the pottery, the newspaper, the telephone. Wherever I looked I could have lived. It took me half my life to come to believe I was okay even if I did love experience in a loose and undiscriminating way and did not know for sure the difference between good and bad. My struggles to accept my nature were the struggles of centering.” – [from Centering in Pottery, Poetry, and the Person by Mary Caroline Richards] I'm a lover of animals (especially my bird and cat), my niece and nephew (and #3 on HER way), and plants; an avid crochet-er (and other crafty things), amateur photographer, baker extraordinaire, dreamer of travels far away (camping and road trips settle me for now), searcher of different music, and beloved daughter of The King. Add in a penchant for being taught new things, and you've got a good idea of what you're dealing with here. I, also, have an endocrine disorder (PCOS) that causes me to have a low carb diet and an insatiable appetite for holistic health (along with a big butt) - I console myself with the reminder that there are worse things, like being eaten by an alligator. Lastly, I've found I get bored easily and procrastinate like it's my job. So who knows how steadily I'll contribute to this. Welcome! If you choose to read this, I've warned you fairly ;), and I really hope you enjoy the variety of my life. Please send me a note and let me know about you!

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