O A R

Okay so listen up.

There are many things in today's time that are abbreviated. LOL means laugh out loud. WTG means way to go. PMS means ... well I don't have to explain that one.

I have created, for myself, O A R. Old. Age. Rage.

A few examples of old age rage for me lately are:

1. That damned cashier at my grocery store who seems to hate my guts. When I go through her aisle and she continually ignores me, I feel it coming on ... OAR.

2. The first hill out of the area that I live was covered in ice a few weeks ago. My car got half way up the hill and then proceeded to spin sideways. It took me 15 minutes to get it turned the right side up and then, what seemed like hours, I finally BACKED down the hill and went home. The answering machine at the township recorded my OAR for that one!

3. But tonight was the biggest OAR of all. Third quarter, Steelers playoff game, and our cable went out. I sat here with Alan with my mouth hanging open and couldn't believe my eyes. One of my sister-in-laws (the bad one Amy!) had called earlier in the game so I knew she was watching it so I called her to fill us in on the game. We kept in touch back and forth until the cable came back on 3 minutes until the end of game.

That, my family and friends, is O A R.

Fortunately my Steelers won.