AF

So, my real name isn’t Allie Frost. My real name is not a huge secret or anything, so I don’t particularly care if folks know it, but my actual initials are still AF. And I sign everything with my initials. Documents, emails, etc. I do have very poor, distinctive penmanship though, so forgery would beContinue reading “AF”

Holy

I may catch flak for this… but spelling is important. I’m all for abbreviations, I LOVE emojis, and I’m not opposed to “text speak,” but proper spelling is another matter. When I was in junior high, ripped jeans were a fad. But they were also against dress code. Anyone who dared defy the constrictions ofContinue reading “Holy”

I’ve Got Plans

Hours at my job vary depending on a multitude of circumstances. Some days I can (allegedly) trek home after 9 hours, which is the standard length of a shift for a salaried executive at my workplace. Though, to be honest, I don’t think I’ve worked a 9 hour shift since I started, and the otherContinue reading “I’ve Got Plans”

Yesterday

Yesterday, my alarm went off at 4:30AM. I smashed the snooze button until 4:50, but it was technically my day off, so I wasn’t under much pressure to be on time to work. I brewed my coffee into a “Do or do not, there is no try” travel mug emblazoned with Yoda on the side,Continue reading “Yesterday”

McFlurry

Little known fact: I am scared of drive-thrus. This is a quirk that stems from my irrational fear of car washes, I think. Or it’s born from some other bizarre facet of my psyche. I don’t really know, but I have actively avoided drive-thrus since I got my driver’s license ten years ago. My newContinue reading “McFlurry”

The Great Zoltar

While doing some after-dinner shopping while on vacation a couple of weeks ago, my mom, sister, and I wandered into a new-agey mineral shop. I enjoyed perusing the crystals and geodes, but what ultimately drew my attention was the fortuneteller machine by the door. It was a good one, too – just like Zoltar fromContinue reading “The Great Zoltar”

To My Younger Self

Here, on Olde Poetry Monday Friday, a poem I wrote in 2012. I don’t remember writing it, but with all the changes going on in my life, I thought it was appropriate.   To My Younger Self To my younger self, A bit of advice for your future. When Coach Smith tells you not toContinue reading “To My Younger Self”