The Problematic of the Unproblematic

Anne: Happy Tuesday all drama lovers with too much stuff to do to watch all the dramas that they have in queue. I thought I start today by telling a story about a particular friend of mine, who has the most particular luck I have ever met. For as long as I've known her, ever since she was a technician in my academic research lab, she has had the oddest luck of attracting, let's just say, "exciting" events wherever she goes. Her time as an nurse on the floor, her shift would inevitably encounter a drive by shooting, a multicar accident, the life flight would be activated, and overall general chaos may ensue. Hence, her colleagues started calling her the black cloud. Even on her recent vacation to Europe, she encountered a medical emergency on the plane. She was so tried that she was taking a nap, but then her aunt started poking her in the ribs. "Hey, someone is asking for a EMT." Without opening her eyes, she said, "I'm not an EMT." Next, her m...

Anne: Happy Tuesday everyone! Now, before I get to the most existing week in my drama year, I want to share a little of the 6 year old's art work. Last Friday, there was no school, so I promised to take him to one of those painting places. They have classes for kids of all ages on certain day time hours. Of course, you can imagine that it was a difficult task getting kids to follow any sort of directions. Much more so when it's just one person giving instructions for 4 different pictures. So, in spite of the slight chaos of about 10 kids of various ages, and a 3 year old who dipped both her hands in paint while also eating a cupcake, the little boy managed to do an okay job on his giraffe.  The outline was provided by the professionals, and everything else, was the 6 year old's attempt to copying the example. It's not the most well spaced picture, but it is still kind of cute.  And now for the most exciting week in my drama year! You all know exactly what I'm talkin...

Anne: It is only the start of April and I've been battling a particular pest inside my little shack that most readers will probably go, huh? Ever since last year, I've been having an interesting issue with an invasion, that normally happens in the spring time. Last year, they were much on the bigger side, this year, they are smaller. Maybe I got rid of all their grandparents or something. And I'm not exaggerating when I say that this is an invasion. Every day, since, probably, February of this year, I have slugs appearing in my bathroom and parts of the kitchen.  Now, when I say I live in a shack. It isn't far from the truth. It's an apartment that my husband converted (20 years ago) from a garage that was built in the 1930s. Everything is on pier and beam, and the entire structure is slowly sinking. (Before anyone feels too sorry for us, don't worry, it's rent free and we are scraping the structure to do a custom built in a year or so.)  Now...about the inv...