Dude! Don't be rude

Some days just start off wrong. You know the kind—nothing catastrophic, just enough little things stacking up that by the end of it, you’re like, we deserve ice cream and silence. So Elisa and I did what any emotionally stable people would do. We went to Walmart for ice cream. 🍦 Now, our side of town has this absolute disaster of an intersection . The kind where two lanes of oncoming traffic get green turn arrows at the same time… and if you’re not paying attention, congratu

People say it takes a village. And I believe that. Life gets hard sometimes. People fall on tough moments, and sometimes all they need is a little help from someone willing to step in and say, “I got you.” I’ve had the chance to do that a couple times in my life, and I’ll be honest — helping someone like that is one of the best feelings in the world. The first time was when a friend of ours posted on Facebook that she needed help buying prom dresses for her two daughters. Pro

Let’s just be honest for a second. Delivery drivers are the unsung heroes of our laziness. We sit at home in our comfy clothes, debating whether we even have the energy to stand up… and these people are out here using their own cars, burning their own gas, putting wear and tear on their vehicles, and delivering in weather we won’t even step outside in. And then companies have the audacity to charge a “delivery fee” like that goes to the driver. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t. So

I thought I had seen everything the internet had to offer. Cat videos.Debates about pineapple on pizza.People arguing in the comments about things no one asked about. But the other day I stumbled across something that made me stop scrolling. There is a Facebook group dedicated entirely to crowning women as queens. I’m not joking. The way it works is simple. A woman shares her story — sometimes about hardship, sometimes about surviving something difficult, sometimes just about

If you’ve been following my stories for a while, you know this blog exists for a reason. I’ve seen my fair share of rude people. Rude customers. Rude strangers. Rude bosses. And yes… rude men. The kind who snap at cashiers, expect perfection from everyone else, disappear when things get hard, or treat the people who love them like they’re optional. After a lifetime of experiences like that, you start to believe something. You start to believe that maybe that’s just how people

One of the interesting things about modern dating is how quickly people can decide they know everything about you. Four days. Four days of casual conversation while I was juggling life — Apparently that was long enough for someone to determine my entire emotional availability, communication style, and moral character. I’d learned something important though: when someone shows you their expectations that quickly… believe them. Because sometimes the rudest behavior isn’t yellin

Before we get started with this one, I want to say something. Running a business means dealing with all kinds of people. Most of them are wonderful. Some of them are stressed, tired, or having a bad day. And every once in a while… you run into someone who thinks being rude is an acceptable personality trait. This story was submitted by one of my readers who has owned his own business for nearly two decades. The names and details have been changed to protect everyone involved,

Every year my daughter and I make the same trip — we pack up the car, and head to another state for the races. It’s our little family tradition. Something we look forward to all year. But one year, when we left Kansas City, something didn’t feel right. You know that feeling when your stomach tells you something is off, even if you can’t prove it? That was me the entire drive. Richard and I had been fighting before I left. That part wasn’t unusual. But this time felt… differen

You’re sitting in your car, half awake, half hungry, staring at the tail of the vehicle in front of you like it holds the meaning of life. Everyone is in their own world, their own mood, their own day. And every once in a while… something unexpectedly kind happens. One of my favorite memories happened during a road trip with my daughter and 1 year old Granddaughter. We were already pushing the budget a little harder than we should have been — which is what road trips tend to

Over the years I’ve worked in a lot of different places. Offices, schools, customer service jobs… you name it. And like anyone who’s worked with the public, I’ve had my fair share of rude encounters. But nothing — and I mean nothing — prepared me for the time I worked for a healthcare information and claims processing company. This was a remote, call-center type of job. Our entire day consisted of helping doctor’s offices and clinics process insurance claims, fix submission e

Let me start by saying something that might get me in trouble in certain parts of the country. Cows… can be some of the rudest animals on earth. Now don’t get me wrong — I don’t actually hate cows. But they absolutely intimidate me. They’re big, they’re stubborn, and they have this look in their eye like they know perfectly well they outweigh you by about 1,200 pounds. Back when my dad was dating a woman who loved ranch life, we were out helping with cows and horses all the t

If you’ve ever worked as a cashier, you probably know the script. “Hi! How are you today?” Most of the time it’s just part of the routine. A polite greeting. A moment of basic human interaction while groceries get scanned and receipts print. But Richard hated that question. Every single time a cashier asked him how his day was going, he would snap back with something short and cold. “Fine.”“Whatever.”Or sometimes just a grunt. You could actually see the change happen on the

There was a time when Richard had taken his kids out for ice cream. It was supposed to be one of those simple, happy moments—kids, sugar, and a quick stop. Nothing complicated about it. Just ice cream. They ordered their treats, and Richard ordered a simple ice cream cone. When the employee handed it to him, the cone was a little… imperfect. The swirl was too tall, leaning to one side, kind of lopsided like ice cream cones sometimes are. You know, the way ice cream cones look

This morning started with one of those small disappointments that shouldn’t matter… but somehow does. I haven’t been feeling so great lately, and sometimes the little comforts are what get you through the day. Mine this morning was supposed to be a Taco Bell breakfast burrito. Not just any breakfast burrito. The Grande Toasted Breakfast Burrito with about twelve packets of breakfast salsa. I don’t even like Taco Bell that much, but for some reason that thing is all I need. So