By chennecy
02/18/2013
The long-ago evening was wrought with loud words, a broken lamp, and an incredibly sobering statement: “Nikki, you’re a control freak.” Me, a control freak? Never! I’m mellow yellow, I’m like a twig on the shoulders of a mighty stream, I am the queen of go-with-the-flow.
By chennecy
02/11/2013
I saw an interesting note today: This year, a majority of the airbags in cars are twenty years old (assuming they haven’t been detonated and replaced, that is). BMW offered a driver’s-side airbag as an option in the 7 Series in 1985, and passenger side bags in 1990.
By chennecy
02/04/2013
I have finally come to the conclusion that the wrong people are having children. This may be a corollary to my theory that the wrong people have the money, because all of a sudden, ne’er-do-well teenagers are running around at the wheels of cars they have no business driving. Like, say, a BMW M3.
By chennecy
01/28/2013
I was once accused of being a bit like Daniel Day-Lewis. I didn’t get that at all, but I took it as a tremendous compliment: The man is a genius. Among his many achievements as an actor, he won an Oscar for his gut-wrenching portrayal of Irish writer Christy Brown, who was born with cerebral palsy—and misdiagnosed as mentally disabled for the first ten years of his life.
By chennecy
01/21/2013
The famous line from Macbeth, “It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing,” has resonated in my life time and time again, and I always go back to it. A tale told by an idiot? We’ve all heard those before!

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