Turkey Troubles I will NEVER live down...
Every year the bosses give a turkey to all the employees and retirees that come to the Christmas party. EVERY year, without fail for over 50 years, turkeys have been given. This year, since I am in the Office Manager's spot, I put in an order for the turkeys. I did careful calculations (apparently, the Office Manager 2 people ago forgot to include the retirees in the count and gets to hear about it every year--this was 10 years ago). I called the normal place. This should have been my first clue that not all would be going well. That place was out of business, the company that took over... Butt's Food.
This has turned into one of those, its no one's fault situations, but it doesn't really matter. The turkeys were to be coming in from Jackson, TN by 9:30. By 11:30 the truck was finally leaving Jackson. That is right it was leaving Jackson already 2 hours late for delivery. The truck had broken down and that had to be fixed first. So here we are, nearly 4 hours after expected delivery and the turkeys are reportedly in West Nashville. That is not going to do me any good, seeing as since all the retirees have left and day shift is about to get off. I am getting orders from 4 different people, none of whom are talking to each other about what I should do. Cancel the turkeys. Can they hold the turkeys until Monday and deliver them then? No, I don't want to have to go out and buy a turkey, see if they can get them here my 2:30... Oh dear, I have a headache. And I know, I just know that since this was my first year ordering these stupid birds, I will never hear the end of it. Even if I work here for the next 20 years... every year that I go to order turkeys... "Well, remember what happened that one year..." "Now make sure that they will be there by 9:30..." "Jill, did you learn your lesson about where not to get the turkeys from..."
Hey, the truck just pulled up... and I am so dead serious. Ha!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
A Happy Thanksgiving
I am looking forward to a return to family traditions this year. Last year was a year of travel, went to the exotic location of Lexington, KY... and Thanksgiving dinner was at Shoneys on the way up. This year it is back at my aunts for turkey day dinner. Oh, I am so thankful for family. There is something fabulous about all of us squishing around her dining room table. We have kids in the family, but I am not sure that a kids table is necessary. There was a time when I was in college that the "kids" outnumbered the grown ups and we had a grown up table off to the side, and the kids still got to enjoy the big table.
Now this is not a slight to my Aunt, but it is this time of year that I really start to miss my grandparents. Grandmother and Granddaddy's house was full of memories and holiday fun. There was an enormous backyard and basement full of strange toys and fun hiding places. Grandmother would have the table set up in their formal living room. Tables placed end to end so that everyone had a place at it. The fun didn't start with dinner, it started when it was time to set the table. Dish after yummy dish was carried through the Den into the living room until this huge table was loaded with food. To be trusted with carrying that food was a huge responsibility and one that I took very seriously. Finding places to put the food, and ensuring that the mashed potatoes started on my end of the table were top priorities for me. Sometime before the actual dinner, Grandmother would pull me aside when the rolls came fresh out of the oven. Though I was always a big fan of the squishy middle, she thought the outside was the best part. So she would promptly pull out the middle and throw it out, butter up the crust, one for me and one for her. I never really had the heart to tell her that what she was throwing away would be what I wanted the most. Eventually I think my mom noticed and spoke up for me. From that moment on, we formed a fantastic partnership... I got the squishy middle and she got the crispy outside. Buttery goodness either way.
I am looking forward to a return to family traditions this year. Last year was a year of travel, went to the exotic location of Lexington, KY... and Thanksgiving dinner was at Shoneys on the way up. This year it is back at my aunts for turkey day dinner. Oh, I am so thankful for family. There is something fabulous about all of us squishing around her dining room table. We have kids in the family, but I am not sure that a kids table is necessary. There was a time when I was in college that the "kids" outnumbered the grown ups and we had a grown up table off to the side, and the kids still got to enjoy the big table.
Now this is not a slight to my Aunt, but it is this time of year that I really start to miss my grandparents. Grandmother and Granddaddy's house was full of memories and holiday fun. There was an enormous backyard and basement full of strange toys and fun hiding places. Grandmother would have the table set up in their formal living room. Tables placed end to end so that everyone had a place at it. The fun didn't start with dinner, it started when it was time to set the table. Dish after yummy dish was carried through the Den into the living room until this huge table was loaded with food. To be trusted with carrying that food was a huge responsibility and one that I took very seriously. Finding places to put the food, and ensuring that the mashed potatoes started on my end of the table were top priorities for me. Sometime before the actual dinner, Grandmother would pull me aside when the rolls came fresh out of the oven. Though I was always a big fan of the squishy middle, she thought the outside was the best part. So she would promptly pull out the middle and throw it out, butter up the crust, one for me and one for her. I never really had the heart to tell her that what she was throwing away would be what I wanted the most. Eventually I think my mom noticed and spoke up for me. From that moment on, we formed a fantastic partnership... I got the squishy middle and she got the crispy outside. Buttery goodness either way.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
A Perfect Fall Day
I just happened to look up through my window at work and it was beautiful. The wind had picked up and the leaves were falling through the air. Lighty drifting toward the ground. I will confess the background in a bit industrial for my taste--this would have been better in the woods or a hiking trail in the mountains... As it is; a train is passing through, there is a flatbed parked in the back of the lot, and three storage trailers are VERY visible and obscure the view of the trees that I can see. But when the leaves start blowing and falling, the leaves are all that I see. Add that to the cool crisp morning, the clear blue sky with just a wisp of cloud, and *deep sigh of contentment* this is why I love fall so much.
I just happened to look up through my window at work and it was beautiful. The wind had picked up and the leaves were falling through the air. Lighty drifting toward the ground. I will confess the background in a bit industrial for my taste--this would have been better in the woods or a hiking trail in the mountains... As it is; a train is passing through, there is a flatbed parked in the back of the lot, and three storage trailers are VERY visible and obscure the view of the trees that I can see. But when the leaves start blowing and falling, the leaves are all that I see. Add that to the cool crisp morning, the clear blue sky with just a wisp of cloud, and *deep sigh of contentment* this is why I love fall so much.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Deeply Affected at the Frist
(Not a standard post...)
I went to the Frist Center for the Arts between church and more church yesterday. The featured exhibit was photography from the Eastman House Collection. For the most part I found the pictures to be interesting, but not deeply moving. Many were well known prints, seen in coffee table books across America. I have never been one to think that a picture is necessarily better as a print behind glass than in a book. I am showing my ignorance to those that have studied the art of photography. With sculpture, (or my personal favorite) stained glass, or even with paintings, there is a texture that can be appreciated in a live format that is just non-existent in the coffee table book (or even a print on the wall)... All this to say, I am a texture person. I love the 3D element. Perhaps this is why my artistic outlets are extremely tactile in nature... When working with stained glass, a lot of thought goes into the texture of the glass, the feel of the surface, the refractions of light. Or considering my lesser pursuits of quilting, I prefer the textural look and feel of a hand stitched quilt to that done on a machine. Or cross stitch, I rarely choose a pattern that doesn't have bead work with it.
So, that is my disclaimer. I have completely down played the photography exhibit. But there were pictures that caught my eye. There were photos that brought laughter, or pulled at my emotions in some way. All this to tell you about one photo that I could hardly take my eye off of I realize now that I want to write about it, I didn't even read the caption so I can only assume the subject matter, but I really have no idea. It was in the War room, I know this. My emotions were already extremely close to the surface, having seen some of the war pictures. And there it was, in the corner as you were about the exit the room. I was stuck and even now I can't get my mind to forget the image. I think it was in Vietnam, but again, I don't know this. They were children. The anguish and pain on their faces was so apparent, so raw. I am not even sure that I can attempt a commentary or even separate the thoughts that are jumbled inside my brain. The only thought that kept repeating and still repeats... This is war. The innocence torn. The hope extinguished. This is war.
(Not a standard post...)
I went to the Frist Center for the Arts between church and more church yesterday. The featured exhibit was photography from the Eastman House Collection. For the most part I found the pictures to be interesting, but not deeply moving. Many were well known prints, seen in coffee table books across America. I have never been one to think that a picture is necessarily better as a print behind glass than in a book. I am showing my ignorance to those that have studied the art of photography. With sculpture, (or my personal favorite) stained glass, or even with paintings, there is a texture that can be appreciated in a live format that is just non-existent in the coffee table book (or even a print on the wall)... All this to say, I am a texture person. I love the 3D element. Perhaps this is why my artistic outlets are extremely tactile in nature... When working with stained glass, a lot of thought goes into the texture of the glass, the feel of the surface, the refractions of light. Or considering my lesser pursuits of quilting, I prefer the textural look and feel of a hand stitched quilt to that done on a machine. Or cross stitch, I rarely choose a pattern that doesn't have bead work with it.
So, that is my disclaimer. I have completely down played the photography exhibit. But there were pictures that caught my eye. There were photos that brought laughter, or pulled at my emotions in some way. All this to tell you about one photo that I could hardly take my eye off of I realize now that I want to write about it, I didn't even read the caption so I can only assume the subject matter, but I really have no idea. It was in the War room, I know this. My emotions were already extremely close to the surface, having seen some of the war pictures. And there it was, in the corner as you were about the exit the room. I was stuck and even now I can't get my mind to forget the image. I think it was in Vietnam, but again, I don't know this. They were children. The anguish and pain on their faces was so apparent, so raw. I am not even sure that I can attempt a commentary or even separate the thoughts that are jumbled inside my brain. The only thought that kept repeating and still repeats... This is war. The innocence torn. The hope extinguished. This is war.
Friday, October 03, 2008
What is the true evil? The CO detector or the Battery?
It happens every time. It is not before I go to bed that the battery starts the warning beeps. It is not after my alarm goes off in the morning that it will begin. NO, it is sometime in the middle of the night. It is when I am the most sound asleep. It is when the dogs are warm and cuddled up and (most importantly) peaceful beside me. It is when I am in the middle of an amazing dream. That is when the beeping starts. BEEP. And the first few times it happens, I am still in the middle of sleep, barely awake and unable to pinpoint what the problem is. BEEP. A little curious as to why I am awake, but have no idea what it could have been. Back to sleep. BEEP. One eye opens, easily fall back asleep, even catch a few remnants of the same dream. BEEP. Both eyes open now, but still no real worries, sleep again... BEEP. Now the dogs have begun to stir. I turn over, my arm goes over my ear and sleep... beep. (this time a little more muffled, but the arm is not completely working, besides that does not prevent the dogs from noticing). Miriam raises her head and looks at me like, aren't you going to do something about this? Seriously, that is the look she gave me. So I turn over look at the corner and wait... BEEP. But which is it, I still have no clue--the CO detector or the smoke alarm? BEEP. It is getting more persistent and more demanding now... BEEP. Okay, I am getting up. I throw the covers off. Burrrrrrrr. The windows are open and out of the covers is cold, so very cold. BEEP. Dragging the piano bench over now. Still don't know which one it is. BEEP. I think I know the who the culprit is. I remove the Smoke alarm and shove it under the sofa cushions to be dealt with later. All seems quiet. I crawl back in bed, oh how warm. Dogs get to resettle in their warm places. Ready for a little more sleep before facing the day... BEEEEEPPPPP. I chose poorly. It was not the smoke alarm, it was the CO detector. Back out into the cold, back up onto the piano bench (balance please), CO detector down, and it is now resting beside the Smoke alarm under the sofa cushions, back to bed, dogs back by my side. Sleep, Dream. ALARM CLOCK...
It happens every time. It is not before I go to bed that the battery starts the warning beeps. It is not after my alarm goes off in the morning that it will begin. NO, it is sometime in the middle of the night. It is when I am the most sound asleep. It is when the dogs are warm and cuddled up and (most importantly) peaceful beside me. It is when I am in the middle of an amazing dream. That is when the beeping starts. BEEP. And the first few times it happens, I am still in the middle of sleep, barely awake and unable to pinpoint what the problem is. BEEP. A little curious as to why I am awake, but have no idea what it could have been. Back to sleep. BEEP. One eye opens, easily fall back asleep, even catch a few remnants of the same dream. BEEP. Both eyes open now, but still no real worries, sleep again... BEEP. Now the dogs have begun to stir. I turn over, my arm goes over my ear and sleep... beep. (this time a little more muffled, but the arm is not completely working, besides that does not prevent the dogs from noticing). Miriam raises her head and looks at me like, aren't you going to do something about this? Seriously, that is the look she gave me. So I turn over look at the corner and wait... BEEP. But which is it, I still have no clue--the CO detector or the smoke alarm? BEEP. It is getting more persistent and more demanding now... BEEP. Okay, I am getting up. I throw the covers off. Burrrrrrrr. The windows are open and out of the covers is cold, so very cold. BEEP. Dragging the piano bench over now. Still don't know which one it is. BEEP. I think I know the who the culprit is. I remove the Smoke alarm and shove it under the sofa cushions to be dealt with later. All seems quiet. I crawl back in bed, oh how warm. Dogs get to resettle in their warm places. Ready for a little more sleep before facing the day... BEEEEEPPPPP. I chose poorly. It was not the smoke alarm, it was the CO detector. Back out into the cold, back up onto the piano bench (balance please), CO detector down, and it is now resting beside the Smoke alarm under the sofa cushions, back to bed, dogs back by my side. Sleep, Dream. ALARM CLOCK...
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
I'm Trying a 20 Random Thoughts Blog
1. Trains are noisy, but sure create a lovely breeze through the open window.
2. I still miss my parents when they go out of town.
3. Honey is the best thing ever invented for biscuits.
4. Fall is the best time to go camping.
5. Coffee is a crutch for the sleep deprived. A lovely crutch that I just couldn't do without...
6. I'm thirsty, but not for coffee.
7. I still like my job, even during stressful times.
8. The clock radio on my desk radomly jumps time so even though it is technically 2:37 pm, it says 6:44 no 6:49 no 6:57pm... Does that mean I get to go home?
9. Trips to new places on my horizon is getting me excited.
10. I painted my fingernails last night and still struggle with the fact that my mother didn't think red is an appropriate color for young ladies (at 32, am I old enough to wear read or will that always be off limits?)
11. Lemon flavored toothpaste is just weird, so why do I keep buying it.
12. My neice Lily is most likely the cutest little girl in the entire world (no, I am not biased).
13. Finding shapes in clouds should be practiced at least 6 to 8 times a year. The one outside my window started out heart shaped and now has morphed into a frog with big eyes.
14. There is a cost to keeping the windows open on this beautiful day, a gigantic fly just made his way into the office.
15. Will I still have a retirement account by next year?
16. The new show Fringe--loving it, though the beginning... gross.
17. I don't think I am a very good gift giver.
18. When I get into the habit, I am still technically a morning person. Does that make me crazy?
19. I am running out of random thoughts.
20. It doesn't really matter because I made it all the way to 20...
Oh and just a side note, my computer now say it is 2:53 pm and my clock radio is working on 10:09 pm.
1. Trains are noisy, but sure create a lovely breeze through the open window.
2. I still miss my parents when they go out of town.
3. Honey is the best thing ever invented for biscuits.
4. Fall is the best time to go camping.
5. Coffee is a crutch for the sleep deprived. A lovely crutch that I just couldn't do without...
6. I'm thirsty, but not for coffee.
7. I still like my job, even during stressful times.
8. The clock radio on my desk radomly jumps time so even though it is technically 2:37 pm, it says 6:44 no 6:49 no 6:57pm... Does that mean I get to go home?
9. Trips to new places on my horizon is getting me excited.
10. I painted my fingernails last night and still struggle with the fact that my mother didn't think red is an appropriate color for young ladies (at 32, am I old enough to wear read or will that always be off limits?)
11. Lemon flavored toothpaste is just weird, so why do I keep buying it.
12. My neice Lily is most likely the cutest little girl in the entire world (no, I am not biased).
13. Finding shapes in clouds should be practiced at least 6 to 8 times a year. The one outside my window started out heart shaped and now has morphed into a frog with big eyes.
14. There is a cost to keeping the windows open on this beautiful day, a gigantic fly just made his way into the office.
15. Will I still have a retirement account by next year?
16. The new show Fringe--loving it, though the beginning... gross.
17. I don't think I am a very good gift giver.
18. When I get into the habit, I am still technically a morning person. Does that make me crazy?
19. I am running out of random thoughts.
20. It doesn't really matter because I made it all the way to 20...
Oh and just a side note, my computer now say it is 2:53 pm and my clock radio is working on 10:09 pm.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Life is Good vs. Life is... GodAs you may or may not realize, I have a Life is Good sticker on the back of my car (two of them as a matter of fact). I also have a Life is Good t-shirt, pajama pants, shorts, backpack, yoga bag... I think that you are getting the idea. I think that Jake (the little smiley guy at the top) goes right along with the optimistic, positive attitude that I like to maintain. What the company represents is also good. American ideals and all that--starting something from nothing (a t-shirt business in the back of a van when they stumbled on Jake) and now that they have made it, they are giving back (supporting festivals that give 100% of profits to kids' charities). I have been more than a little impressed with the merchandise, but I am floored by the caretaking attitude of the company.
That being said, I saw a bumper sticker the other day that was an obvious copy, a plagerism, of "Life is Good." The logo was almost exactly like that above except it said "Life is... God." This, of course, is not the only example of Christain things adopting logos of worldly things and changing it for themselves. I did a search on Google Images for Christian t shirts and on the first page along was the "HisWay" for "Subway," "He Saves" for "Hershey," and "Got Jesus?" for "Got Milk?" Can I be opinionated for a little bit? These things bother me. And let me make this very clear, I am a Christian and it still bothers me. The "Life is... God" especially bothered me and I can't exactly place my finger on why. Maybe because I would never wear a Subway shirt, but I definately would wear Life is Good appearal What it seems to boil down to is this... Can we not be original. We (Christians) are transformed by the renewing of Christ Jesus and the indwelling of the Holy Spirit in our hearts? Can we not come up with better ways to declare this transformation to the world that meager copies of everyday slogans. These overused slogans seem to make a joke of something I hold dear. Another example of a poor excuse for "evangelism." All the declaration, non of the actual work to develop relationships and meet needs of the person where they are. Why aren't we better at being different from the world? Why aren't we better at showing the joy that is ours? If you're happy and you know, than your face will surely show it... right?
"And we, ...are being transformed into his likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit." 2 Corinthian 3:18, NIV
Just my deep thoughts for today.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Back to the Full Moon Ride
One of my first posts was about my friend, the avid cyclist, going on a full moon ride. I was reminded of that post yesterday while riding down West End when I was pasting a different cyclist. Before, my confusion was based on the fact that the full moon ride was done by the light of the full moon, not cyclist riding around with their rears showing. Yesterday there was no confusion. Let me explain... and I just might say something potentially negative, and a little bit judgy (but definately funny), so get ready. I don't care if they are your favorite bike shorts and you wear them every time you ride. I don't care that leopard print undies are your choice of panty. BUT... if your bike shorts are so worn out that I see the leopard print undies, it is time for a shopping trip...
I ended up laughing so hard. What a great rendition fo the full moon ride!
One of my first posts was about my friend, the avid cyclist, going on a full moon ride. I was reminded of that post yesterday while riding down West End when I was pasting a different cyclist. Before, my confusion was based on the fact that the full moon ride was done by the light of the full moon, not cyclist riding around with their rears showing. Yesterday there was no confusion. Let me explain... and I just might say something potentially negative, and a little bit judgy (but definately funny), so get ready. I don't care if they are your favorite bike shorts and you wear them every time you ride. I don't care that leopard print undies are your choice of panty. BUT... if your bike shorts are so worn out that I see the leopard print undies, it is time for a shopping trip...
I ended up laughing so hard. What a great rendition fo the full moon ride!
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Not Just Office Supplies
Well, I have already confessed my love of office supplies and my inablility to go into a Staples of Office Depot without feeling slightly light headed and giddy. I am beginning to realize that it is all gadgets that make life easier that has an attraction for me. As acting Office Manager/Purchasing Agent at work now, I get to look through these catelogs that come in. We are talking industrial supply catelogs and I am fascinated. It is true that some things hold very little interest for me. Drill bits. Big flipping deal. I have seen drill bit before and I really have all the drill bits that I need, so I can pass those up with no issues at all. The pages I end up stopping at... Safety glasses. Flashlights. Anti-fatigue mats. Brooms and dust mops for goodness sake. Magnetic based trays. (Doesn't that just sound handy for a clutz like me... I knock over the try, but all the metal thingys stay in place!--the problem is that not all I work with is metal). Even the page with the industrial pedestal fans holds appeal for me. And who wouldn't want a full set of clamps and vises? And last but not least (in this particular catelog at least) is the Deburring Set.
There is a theme. Can you guess it? Hmmm... All these items that get my fancy can be used in my stained glass projects (except perhaps the flashlights--I just think flashlights are so cool. It dates back to the days of flashlight chase on the ceiling of the tent at girl scout camp, or playing ghost in the graveyard at church camp. That might be a separate blog entry). Oh dear, just what I need, another gadget obsession...
Well, I have already confessed my love of office supplies and my inablility to go into a Staples of Office Depot without feeling slightly light headed and giddy. I am beginning to realize that it is all gadgets that make life easier that has an attraction for me. As acting Office Manager/Purchasing Agent at work now, I get to look through these catelogs that come in. We are talking industrial supply catelogs and I am fascinated. It is true that some things hold very little interest for me. Drill bits. Big flipping deal. I have seen drill bit before and I really have all the drill bits that I need, so I can pass those up with no issues at all. The pages I end up stopping at... Safety glasses. Flashlights. Anti-fatigue mats. Brooms and dust mops for goodness sake. Magnetic based trays. (Doesn't that just sound handy for a clutz like me... I knock over the try, but all the metal thingys stay in place!--the problem is that not all I work with is metal). Even the page with the industrial pedestal fans holds appeal for me. And who wouldn't want a full set of clamps and vises? And last but not least (in this particular catelog at least) is the Deburring Set.
There is a theme. Can you guess it? Hmmm... All these items that get my fancy can be used in my stained glass projects (except perhaps the flashlights--I just think flashlights are so cool. It dates back to the days of flashlight chase on the ceiling of the tent at girl scout camp, or playing ghost in the graveyard at church camp. That might be a separate blog entry). Oh dear, just what I need, another gadget obsession...
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Ironies Galore
I feel like humming the song "Isn't it Ironic". A couple of weeks ago I got a speeding ticket. One of the comments that I made ot anyone who would listen was something along the lines that I don't think a road six lanes across should be 35 m.p.h. This is the funny part... Less than two weeks after I was pulled over and given my ticket... Less than three day after I did my online defensive driving course... the speed limit went up to 40. Of course, I was still speeding a little bit (45 or 46, something like that), but would I still have been pulled over going only 5 over?
It's like ra-ee-ain...
I feel like humming the song "Isn't it Ironic". A couple of weeks ago I got a speeding ticket. One of the comments that I made ot anyone who would listen was something along the lines that I don't think a road six lanes across should be 35 m.p.h. This is the funny part... Less than two weeks after I was pulled over and given my ticket... Less than three day after I did my online defensive driving course... the speed limit went up to 40. Of course, I was still speeding a little bit (45 or 46, something like that), but would I still have been pulled over going only 5 over?
It's like ra-ee-ain...
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
And Before My Coffee Too...
This morning I was running ahead of schedule. Not surprising since last night I took a 2 hour nap, a bath and then went back to bed. So, this morning I decided to go to McDonalds on my way to work. Mmmmm... Vanilla Iced Coffee, perfect on this a July morning to get my over tired body to work. So, I am happily sitting in the drive-thru and BAM! The lady behind me thought the line was moving faster than it actually was. That's right she hit my beautiful little car. So I climb out to access the damage. Her car is still up against my car. She backs up a little and then gets out of her car so we can see the damage. And *sigh of relief* no damage is done, except my license plate is a little bent. We were so relieved to see that both cars looked great that we hugged. That's right I hugged a complete stranger in the middle of the drive-thru line at McDonalds, got back in my car, pulled forward and placed my order. What a morning!
This morning I was running ahead of schedule. Not surprising since last night I took a 2 hour nap, a bath and then went back to bed. So, this morning I decided to go to McDonalds on my way to work. Mmmmm... Vanilla Iced Coffee, perfect on this a July morning to get my over tired body to work. So, I am happily sitting in the drive-thru and BAM! The lady behind me thought the line was moving faster than it actually was. That's right she hit my beautiful little car. So I climb out to access the damage. Her car is still up against my car. She backs up a little and then gets out of her car so we can see the damage. And *sigh of relief* no damage is done, except my license plate is a little bent. We were so relieved to see that both cars looked great that we hugged. That's right I hugged a complete stranger in the middle of the drive-thru line at McDonalds, got back in my car, pulled forward and placed my order. What a morning!
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Not Just Hammer, But the Other Tools from the Toolshed Too!
Okay, so it is more that just hammers that wish to stalk me. I am being followed by other tools too. Just last night on my way home from choir a ladder jumped off the truck two cars ahead of me and into the road. I definately did not imagine this one. The poor car in front of me plowed right into the ladder. It was the strange noise of tires clanking over ladder that clued me in, allowing me a chance to swerve out of the way just in time.
Of course this got me thinking. Yes, I do tend to let my mind drift from time to time about things that amust me. This time I started thinking about all the interesting things that I have spotted on the side of the road. There have been couches, and chairs, and tables... Let's just say there is a furniture category. There is definately a tool category--not only the recent spottings of hammers and a ladder, but I have seen various screwdrivers, shovels, and even a power drill once. The gross category has to be included in the list--dead animals. The most interesting (or most gross, however you want to look at it) would be the deer that was off the road just enough that you could observe the process of the buzzards picking that thing clean in a matter of 2 or 3 days. The category that always gets me worried--the live animals wondering by the side of the road. I have had to resist the urge to take more than one or two stray dogs home. Then there is the plant category--you may be shocked to hear this, but I absolutely love the wildflowers that grow on the side of the road. This would be the absolute best roadside decoration. Somewhat disappointing is the fact that I have not seen the red poppies on the by-pass this year. Where are they?
Okay, so it is more that just hammers that wish to stalk me. I am being followed by other tools too. Just last night on my way home from choir a ladder jumped off the truck two cars ahead of me and into the road. I definately did not imagine this one. The poor car in front of me plowed right into the ladder. It was the strange noise of tires clanking over ladder that clued me in, allowing me a chance to swerve out of the way just in time.
Of course this got me thinking. Yes, I do tend to let my mind drift from time to time about things that amust me. This time I started thinking about all the interesting things that I have spotted on the side of the road. There have been couches, and chairs, and tables... Let's just say there is a furniture category. There is definately a tool category--not only the recent spottings of hammers and a ladder, but I have seen various screwdrivers, shovels, and even a power drill once. The gross category has to be included in the list--dead animals. The most interesting (or most gross, however you want to look at it) would be the deer that was off the road just enough that you could observe the process of the buzzards picking that thing clean in a matter of 2 or 3 days. The category that always gets me worried--the live animals wondering by the side of the road. I have had to resist the urge to take more than one or two stray dogs home. Then there is the plant category--you may be shocked to hear this, but I absolutely love the wildflowers that grow on the side of the road. This would be the absolute best roadside decoration. Somewhat disappointing is the fact that I have not seen the red poppies on the by-pass this year. Where are they?
Friday, June 13, 2008
Athletic? Nah!
But I am definately becoming one of those people. I actually went online this week looking for a race that I could do. Something that could motivate me to keep up with the jogging, keep improving my time, and most importantly, to keep me in shape. I don't like the training part. I am not one of those crazy people who likes to jog all the time. I don't miss it when I skip it. But I do like the races. Does that make me an exhibitionist (only liking to do it when others are watching)? Hmmmm. I guess I will have to think about that one. So I am glancing through some possibilities for races and realized that I still haven't done a 5K. The shortest that I have done is a 10K. I started big--my first being a 1/2 marathon. Does that mean I was looking for a 5K--no, I ended up signing up for a 15K. And how is this for motivation--I have to complete the 9.3 in less than two hours--that's at least 5 miles per hour, meaning, no walking for me. This is a big step for me. I will really be pushing myself to train for this one. Now for the part that really cracks me up. Without making any confessions, they have a category to enter that is up my alley. The Athena Category--it ain't for the skinny chicks with 0% body fat that is for sure...
But I am definately becoming one of those people. I actually went online this week looking for a race that I could do. Something that could motivate me to keep up with the jogging, keep improving my time, and most importantly, to keep me in shape. I don't like the training part. I am not one of those crazy people who likes to jog all the time. I don't miss it when I skip it. But I do like the races. Does that make me an exhibitionist (only liking to do it when others are watching)? Hmmmm. I guess I will have to think about that one. So I am glancing through some possibilities for races and realized that I still haven't done a 5K. The shortest that I have done is a 10K. I started big--my first being a 1/2 marathon. Does that mean I was looking for a 5K--no, I ended up signing up for a 15K. And how is this for motivation--I have to complete the 9.3 in less than two hours--that's at least 5 miles per hour, meaning, no walking for me. This is a big step for me. I will really be pushing myself to train for this one. Now for the part that really cracks me up. Without making any confessions, they have a category to enter that is up my alley. The Athena Category--it ain't for the skinny chicks with 0% body fat that is for sure...
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Payroll, That's What Killed Me
If I turn up mysteriously dead in the next 24 to 48 hours, please know that it is payroll that did it. Have it arrested, thrown in jail, but be warned it is a tricky, tricky, sneaky little booger. When you think you have it figured out, when you are convinced that you have all the bugs worked out of the system, when you know in your heart of hearts that certain procedures performed in specific order give the desired result... it will throw you for a loop. This week it decided that the categories on the checks instead of reading "regular, overtime, doubletime, and vacation" decided instead that "NOT ON FILE" for each of those would be more appropriate. Yes the number of hours are correct. The amounts in those categories are impecable. We just don't know the name of the category. It is a small miracle that the hours did go into the correct amount for taxes and I was able to pull up the correct report quickly to reassure my boss that they were correct. He was toying with the idea of voiding all the checks and reissuing them (NO, NO, NO, pleeeeaaaassssse, NO). Whew!!!! That crisis is averted, but now I have to figure out how to solve this problem before Monday when checks are run again. This is not even talking about the fact that we now have new payroll checks that have come in and that the columns and categories is have to be re-set again to fit these checks. Quitting is not an option as I kinda need this job. What do you think is the likelihood that the other employees will work for free? I will have to send a memo down to the shop, but I am sure that they will be happy to accomodate, right???? Maybe not.
If I turn up mysteriously dead in the next 24 to 48 hours, please know that it is payroll that did it. Have it arrested, thrown in jail, but be warned it is a tricky, tricky, sneaky little booger. When you think you have it figured out, when you are convinced that you have all the bugs worked out of the system, when you know in your heart of hearts that certain procedures performed in specific order give the desired result... it will throw you for a loop. This week it decided that the categories on the checks instead of reading "regular, overtime, doubletime, and vacation" decided instead that "NOT ON FILE" for each of those would be more appropriate. Yes the number of hours are correct. The amounts in those categories are impecable. We just don't know the name of the category. It is a small miracle that the hours did go into the correct amount for taxes and I was able to pull up the correct report quickly to reassure my boss that they were correct. He was toying with the idea of voiding all the checks and reissuing them (NO, NO, NO, pleeeeaaaassssse, NO). Whew!!!! That crisis is averted, but now I have to figure out how to solve this problem before Monday when checks are run again. This is not even talking about the fact that we now have new payroll checks that have come in and that the columns and categories is have to be re-set again to fit these checks. Quitting is not an option as I kinda need this job. What do you think is the likelihood that the other employees will work for free? I will have to send a memo down to the shop, but I am sure that they will be happy to accomodate, right???? Maybe not.
Monday, May 26, 2008
My Love for a Munchkin Named Lily
She is the most precocious and precious 2 year old you would ever meet. She is my niece Lily. She is beautiful. She is becoming her own person with her own unique personality. We had a conversation today. She told everyone that "Mom and Jill are running in the Bolder Boulder." Although it wasn't said with that much clarity or concise speech. It was more of a "mom and jiw run in bower bower." But when she realized that it would make us laugh, she was so proud of herself and then would repeat it at random intervals through out the day. She really does have a good sense of comedic timing (It doesn't hurt that Aunt Jill loves to laugh). Then, just ask her about camping. Do you like camping Lily? Uh huh. By the way we had to leave the camp site at 6AM because she did not sleep well at all that night and would not stop crying, but even through the tears she does like camping. (Of course, she actually had a great time up until the time that the temperature dropped to about 30 degrees--for that matter, my enthusiam for the camping excursion was dropping by that point as well.) But tonight we did a little bit of indoor camping. She has this cute, cute, cute butterfly tent (strictly for indoor use). She would crawl in then tell poke her head out at me and say "let's go, jiw" (did I tell you that this all started when she woke up from her nap and said "I want jiw"--I so love this kid). So we would get in the tent--she would then take off her "pack pack" (backpack) where barbie was stashed, next would come the order to zip up (meaning the tent flap), inevitably she would open the pack pack and say "hello barbie" and then request a zip up of the pack pack. The next was one of two options-- woooaaa or shake it. Woooaaa consisted of her sitting on one side of the tent, me on the other leaning back and forth saying (can you guess... wait for it...) "wooooaaaa." Upstairs Craig and Rhonda weren't sure if she was crying until she would bust out into a crazy loud super fantastic giggle (she has one dimple, too cute). Shake it consistend of her standing in the middle of the tent (please keep in mind that the tent is maybe 4'x4'--great for a 2 year old but not so roomy for a grown up) and we would shake the side of the tent also ending inthat crazy loud super fantastic giggle of hers. The the normal routine would be a request for help in putting the pack pack back on, then she would crawl out of the tent poke her head back in and say "let's go", I would crawl out follow her around the pool table and repeat the entire process from the beginning. This only stopped because dinner was ready and resumed immediately afterwards.
The plan tomorrow... I get her all day to myself. Craig and Rhonda both have to work. We will truck on down to the park for some fabulous playtime. I don't think I have expressed it enough, this kiddo has my heart. She is the best super-kid in the world and she is only two (it can only get better because I hear the twos are terrible).
She is the most precocious and precious 2 year old you would ever meet. She is my niece Lily. She is beautiful. She is becoming her own person with her own unique personality. We had a conversation today. She told everyone that "Mom and Jill are running in the Bolder Boulder." Although it wasn't said with that much clarity or concise speech. It was more of a "mom and jiw run in bower bower." But when she realized that it would make us laugh, she was so proud of herself and then would repeat it at random intervals through out the day. She really does have a good sense of comedic timing (It doesn't hurt that Aunt Jill loves to laugh). Then, just ask her about camping. Do you like camping Lily? Uh huh. By the way we had to leave the camp site at 6AM because she did not sleep well at all that night and would not stop crying, but even through the tears she does like camping. (Of course, she actually had a great time up until the time that the temperature dropped to about 30 degrees--for that matter, my enthusiam for the camping excursion was dropping by that point as well.) But tonight we did a little bit of indoor camping. She has this cute, cute, cute butterfly tent (strictly for indoor use). She would crawl in then tell poke her head out at me and say "let's go, jiw" (did I tell you that this all started when she woke up from her nap and said "I want jiw"--I so love this kid). So we would get in the tent--she would then take off her "pack pack" (backpack) where barbie was stashed, next would come the order to zip up (meaning the tent flap), inevitably she would open the pack pack and say "hello barbie" and then request a zip up of the pack pack. The next was one of two options-- woooaaa or shake it. Woooaaa consisted of her sitting on one side of the tent, me on the other leaning back and forth saying (can you guess... wait for it...) "wooooaaaa." Upstairs Craig and Rhonda weren't sure if she was crying until she would bust out into a crazy loud super fantastic giggle (she has one dimple, too cute). Shake it consistend of her standing in the middle of the tent (please keep in mind that the tent is maybe 4'x4'--great for a 2 year old but not so roomy for a grown up) and we would shake the side of the tent also ending inthat crazy loud super fantastic giggle of hers. The the normal routine would be a request for help in putting the pack pack back on, then she would crawl out of the tent poke her head back in and say "let's go", I would crawl out follow her around the pool table and repeat the entire process from the beginning. This only stopped because dinner was ready and resumed immediately afterwards.
The plan tomorrow... I get her all day to myself. Craig and Rhonda both have to work. We will truck on down to the park for some fabulous playtime. I don't think I have expressed it enough, this kiddo has my heart. She is the best super-kid in the world and she is only two (it can only get better because I hear the twos are terrible).
Friday, May 23, 2008
New Phone
I ordered myself a new phone this week. I guess that I am very important and everyone wants to talk to me, because my phone has been ringing off the hook (do cell phones have a hook?, do phones in general have a hook anymore?) So for the 2nd month in a row, I have exceeded my minutes--and I was oh so careful this last month (using my home phone whenever possible, waiting until 9:00 to make other calls). The problem: 1. Well, I should probably stop calling people so much. 2. Client's have been picking up--I use my current number for them to call and call them from this cell phone (leaving me a voice message at a place I go for maybe 15 minutes once a week just doesn't work). 3. It seems that no one I know, except maybe mom, dad, and my aunt have AT&T anymore (I am talking mainly about my friend CG--you have abandoned me to join with your husband's cell network, what's up with that? *she said with a sarcastic smirk*). So I deliberated, and I deliberated, and then I did some research (of course) and then I thought about it some more. Strangely enough, it works out as cheaper to get a second cell phone with a different company than to add more minutes and another line to my current plan (actually it would be about the same price--but that still wouldn't help with the CG issue as she also has to really watch her minutes too). Again I ask, what's up with that? Of course, AT&T doesn't really care what I do because they have me locked into a 2 year contract. I am free to roam about the country and other cell phone companies as long as I keep my current cell phone with them.
I ordered myself a new phone this week. I guess that I am very important and everyone wants to talk to me, because my phone has been ringing off the hook (do cell phones have a hook?, do phones in general have a hook anymore?) So for the 2nd month in a row, I have exceeded my minutes--and I was oh so careful this last month (using my home phone whenever possible, waiting until 9:00 to make other calls). The problem: 1. Well, I should probably stop calling people so much. 2. Client's have been picking up--I use my current number for them to call and call them from this cell phone (leaving me a voice message at a place I go for maybe 15 minutes once a week just doesn't work). 3. It seems that no one I know, except maybe mom, dad, and my aunt have AT&T anymore (I am talking mainly about my friend CG--you have abandoned me to join with your husband's cell network, what's up with that? *she said with a sarcastic smirk*). So I deliberated, and I deliberated, and then I did some research (of course) and then I thought about it some more. Strangely enough, it works out as cheaper to get a second cell phone with a different company than to add more minutes and another line to my current plan (actually it would be about the same price--but that still wouldn't help with the CG issue as she also has to really watch her minutes too). Again I ask, what's up with that? Of course, AT&T doesn't really care what I do because they have me locked into a 2 year contract. I am free to roam about the country and other cell phone companies as long as I keep my current cell phone with them.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
I Noticed It One Day Too Late
Strange blog post here, but yesterday I noticed that the anniversary of my divorce had passed by and it hadn't even registered with me. It was only when I went to work on monday and noticed the date on the calendar that I started thinking, "hmm, wasn't it this time last year..." This year the day couldn't be any different. Last year was a dark day (not literally as the sun was shining bright). Not only did my divorce go through, but I was stuck in a training--Grief after Trauma. In this training (as if talking about grief and trauma for 2 days isn't bad enough by itself) they showed a video about a church shooting that happened in Fort Worth, Texas in September 1999. Yes, for those who know me and are doing the math, I was in Fort Worth at the time of the Wedgewood Baptist Church shooting. A man walked into a See You At the Pole Rally and shot into a group of teenagers, killing seven before killing himself. (Thank God he was horrible at making pipe bombs or this would have been even worse). This was during my first semester of practicum and I led one of the many debriefing groups later in the week--my first ever therapy session (trial by fire). There were seminarians there that were also wounded or killed. This was my divorce day last year. The end of a marriage and a reminder of a very real tragedy. I remember last year driving from the training center to home trying so hard to keep it together, not succeeding at all. So I changed course slightly drove straight to my parent house and just cried while my parents held me. I am so thankful for my family. I am so glad that I came back home to live before all of this happened.
So... This year. Again, totally different from last year. I went to church (always a place of healing for me), I sat next to my friend--flower goddess, enjoying an occassional laugh (or two or three--do we ever stop laughing), playing handbells (enjoying the last of the season--ready for summer break), watching graduating seniors be recognized (some that I have worked with for the past three years). After church I had lunch with another friend and then met yet another dear one at the park for a little bit. It was almost as if God was saying, "When you remember what the day is, I want you to know that you were well provided for, that there were friends to be there for you, but I will protect you from actually needing their shoulder." What a difference a year makes. When I did finally sit down and remembered what Sunday was, I did shed a few tears (it was inevitable). Not many tears though, healing is such a beautiful thing, sometimes it seems so stinking slow in coming, stuck somewhere along the way. And sometimes, it can take you by surprise, not even realizing how far you have come. What a great day.
Strange blog post here, but yesterday I noticed that the anniversary of my divorce had passed by and it hadn't even registered with me. It was only when I went to work on monday and noticed the date on the calendar that I started thinking, "hmm, wasn't it this time last year..." This year the day couldn't be any different. Last year was a dark day (not literally as the sun was shining bright). Not only did my divorce go through, but I was stuck in a training--Grief after Trauma. In this training (as if talking about grief and trauma for 2 days isn't bad enough by itself) they showed a video about a church shooting that happened in Fort Worth, Texas in September 1999. Yes, for those who know me and are doing the math, I was in Fort Worth at the time of the Wedgewood Baptist Church shooting. A man walked into a See You At the Pole Rally and shot into a group of teenagers, killing seven before killing himself. (Thank God he was horrible at making pipe bombs or this would have been even worse). This was during my first semester of practicum and I led one of the many debriefing groups later in the week--my first ever therapy session (trial by fire). There were seminarians there that were also wounded or killed. This was my divorce day last year. The end of a marriage and a reminder of a very real tragedy. I remember last year driving from the training center to home trying so hard to keep it together, not succeeding at all. So I changed course slightly drove straight to my parent house and just cried while my parents held me. I am so thankful for my family. I am so glad that I came back home to live before all of this happened.
So... This year. Again, totally different from last year. I went to church (always a place of healing for me), I sat next to my friend--flower goddess, enjoying an occassional laugh (or two or three--do we ever stop laughing), playing handbells (enjoying the last of the season--ready for summer break), watching graduating seniors be recognized (some that I have worked with for the past three years). After church I had lunch with another friend and then met yet another dear one at the park for a little bit. It was almost as if God was saying, "When you remember what the day is, I want you to know that you were well provided for, that there were friends to be there for you, but I will protect you from actually needing their shoulder." What a difference a year makes. When I did finally sit down and remembered what Sunday was, I did shed a few tears (it was inevitable). Not many tears though, healing is such a beautiful thing, sometimes it seems so stinking slow in coming, stuck somewhere along the way. And sometimes, it can take you by surprise, not even realizing how far you have come. What a great day.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Kids and their Wishes
I didn't experience this story first hand, but it was really cute and I have permission to blog it. My friend Amy took her son to Disney World last week. They had a great time and Spencer a.k.a. Spider Man was a trooper. He was not one of the screaming/crying kids. He wasn't too tired or too hot. He was not demanding or irritating, but truly a superhero.
So, the cute part. They went on the "It's a Small World" ride. Toward the end there is a place to throw a penny and make a wish. First cute thing, he had to think and then ask about this whole wishing thing. Amy explained to him that a wish is something that a person really, really wants to have happen and the penny sometimes helps that come true. So Spencer closed his eyes up tight and thought really hard and then threw in his penny. Amy didn't ask and Spencer didn't tell. Well, that is where the second cute thing happens... As I understand it, a couple of hours later, Spencer looks up at Amy with a serious expression on his face and asks, "When am I going to turn into Spider Man?"
So make a wish, you just might get to be a superhero.
I didn't experience this story first hand, but it was really cute and I have permission to blog it. My friend Amy took her son to Disney World last week. They had a great time and Spencer a.k.a. Spider Man was a trooper. He was not one of the screaming/crying kids. He wasn't too tired or too hot. He was not demanding or irritating, but truly a superhero.
So, the cute part. They went on the "It's a Small World" ride. Toward the end there is a place to throw a penny and make a wish. First cute thing, he had to think and then ask about this whole wishing thing. Amy explained to him that a wish is something that a person really, really wants to have happen and the penny sometimes helps that come true. So Spencer closed his eyes up tight and thought really hard and then threw in his penny. Amy didn't ask and Spencer didn't tell. Well, that is where the second cute thing happens... As I understand it, a couple of hours later, Spencer looks up at Amy with a serious expression on his face and asks, "When am I going to turn into Spider Man?"
So make a wish, you just might get to be a superhero.
Thursday, May 08, 2008
I Don't Think It Could be any More Unlucky
That would be my day. Not a horrible day, but things have been happening to me today that are just plain annoying. I do have a blog though, this means I get to vent here...
Started off this morning with the light bulb in my bathroom going out. No problem I get a new bulb and drag the piano bench into the bathroom, remove the glass globe, go to unscrew the light bulb. That is when the unlucky part started, the light bulb shatters. That is right, I am looking at the light bulb directly above my head while still barefooted and in pajamas and it shatters. The amazing part--none of the glass got in my eyes, I wasn't cut at all. The dilemna--I am in my barefeet and surrounded by broken glass. I manage to gingerly walk to the closet avoiding all glass and get some shoes on and sweep up the glass. I still have the task ahead of me of getting the rest of the bulb out of the fixture (maybe I should wait until my luck turns).
Next stop on my way to work was to grab a breakfast burrito from Sonic. I do believe that they pour grease to the burrito because 5 bites into it, I have grease dripping from my hand onto the front of my dress. (Ladies you can sympathize I am sure). But I have had a great big grease spot on my right boob all day long. Need I remind you I work with ALL men and one woman (and she happens to be on vacation this week). So I go into the bathroom first thing and I try to wash this spot out. IT DIDN'T WORK, it just gave me a wet boob for the first 30 minutes of work. So I spent most of my day trying to cover up my boob, without being obvious about trying to cover up my boob. Everyone was a gentleman and I could tell that they were trying not to look, but oh my goodness.
Next is the simple fact that it was a crazy busy day. There were shipping orders to process (and Oh, by the way the truck is waiting in the parking lot). There were labels to print (of course I can't do anything else while printing labels as I have to sit with my hand in the print and manually feed each and every one). There were requisistions to get approved and sent off (would it be too much to ask that the entries in the roladex reflect the companies current name and not who owned them 15 years ago). Lots to do, but there is a steady flow and a rhythm that I am getting into with this. As I am feeling good about getting so much accomplished and I am patting myself on the back for keeping caught up... a problem was discovered in payroll. The checks had mis-fed 1/2 through and was off by a line (only one l line!!!!). This wouldn't have been that big of a deal except that it was the heading of the next check on the bottom of the previous check--this means that someone else's name, SS#, and pay-rate on the bottom of the previous check. This was discovered a 1:45. They pick up their checks at 2:30. I had to void out the checks and re-issue them.
There is more. Oh, there is more, but right now I am looking forward to a long walk and maybe some icecream later. Whew. What a Day!
That would be my day. Not a horrible day, but things have been happening to me today that are just plain annoying. I do have a blog though, this means I get to vent here...
Started off this morning with the light bulb in my bathroom going out. No problem I get a new bulb and drag the piano bench into the bathroom, remove the glass globe, go to unscrew the light bulb. That is when the unlucky part started, the light bulb shatters. That is right, I am looking at the light bulb directly above my head while still barefooted and in pajamas and it shatters. The amazing part--none of the glass got in my eyes, I wasn't cut at all. The dilemna--I am in my barefeet and surrounded by broken glass. I manage to gingerly walk to the closet avoiding all glass and get some shoes on and sweep up the glass. I still have the task ahead of me of getting the rest of the bulb out of the fixture (maybe I should wait until my luck turns).
Next stop on my way to work was to grab a breakfast burrito from Sonic. I do believe that they pour grease to the burrito because 5 bites into it, I have grease dripping from my hand onto the front of my dress. (Ladies you can sympathize I am sure). But I have had a great big grease spot on my right boob all day long. Need I remind you I work with ALL men and one woman (and she happens to be on vacation this week). So I go into the bathroom first thing and I try to wash this spot out. IT DIDN'T WORK, it just gave me a wet boob for the first 30 minutes of work. So I spent most of my day trying to cover up my boob, without being obvious about trying to cover up my boob. Everyone was a gentleman and I could tell that they were trying not to look, but oh my goodness.
Next is the simple fact that it was a crazy busy day. There were shipping orders to process (and Oh, by the way the truck is waiting in the parking lot). There were labels to print (of course I can't do anything else while printing labels as I have to sit with my hand in the print and manually feed each and every one). There were requisistions to get approved and sent off (would it be too much to ask that the entries in the roladex reflect the companies current name and not who owned them 15 years ago). Lots to do, but there is a steady flow and a rhythm that I am getting into with this. As I am feeling good about getting so much accomplished and I am patting myself on the back for keeping caught up... a problem was discovered in payroll. The checks had mis-fed 1/2 through and was off by a line (only one l line!!!!). This wouldn't have been that big of a deal except that it was the heading of the next check on the bottom of the previous check--this means that someone else's name, SS#, and pay-rate on the bottom of the previous check. This was discovered a 1:45. They pick up their checks at 2:30. I had to void out the checks and re-issue them.
There is more. Oh, there is more, but right now I am looking forward to a long walk and maybe some icecream later. Whew. What a Day!
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Now I Worry I am Insane, or Being Stalked--the Hammer Reappears
I saw another hammer today. Was it the same one? I have no idea. The problem with seeing the hammer, it was in a completely different place on my commute. Yesterday's hammer was on I-65, today's hammer was at the beginning of the by-pass in Gallatin. I nearly ran right over it. So either I am hallucinating, or this hammer is following me, or I am the victim of a very strange coincidence...
(side note--I know that I am not hallucinating today as other cars also served to miss the thing so that leaved stalking or coincidence)
I saw another hammer today. Was it the same one? I have no idea. The problem with seeing the hammer, it was in a completely different place on my commute. Yesterday's hammer was on I-65, today's hammer was at the beginning of the by-pass in Gallatin. I nearly ran right over it. So either I am hallucinating, or this hammer is following me, or I am the victim of a very strange coincidence...
(side note--I know that I am not hallucinating today as other cars also served to miss the thing so that leaved stalking or coincidence)
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Another Strange Sighting on my Commute to Work
This will be a very short post, but I nearly ran over a brand new hammer today on I-65. I could tell it was brand new because it still had the wrapper/tag around the handle. So my question is, how did a new hammer get onto the interstate? I can see someone putting it on top of the roof of their car and driving off, but this was the place where Vietnam Veterans By-Pass merges onto 65. Does that mean that the hammer stayed on the car at least since the last exit back, which would mean that it traveled successfully on the roof all the way through Rivergate (my speculation is from Home Depot or Walmart)? Or, did someone just decide to throw a brand new hammer out the window on a whim? And if that is the case, was it because of road rage or because of buyers remorse, deciding "no, I don't think I will hang that picture after all today, so I don't need this"?
Yes, this is my normal train of thought when I am driving by myself and not carpooling to work. A little strange, a lot random, and totally fun.
This will be a very short post, but I nearly ran over a brand new hammer today on I-65. I could tell it was brand new because it still had the wrapper/tag around the handle. So my question is, how did a new hammer get onto the interstate? I can see someone putting it on top of the roof of their car and driving off, but this was the place where Vietnam Veterans By-Pass merges onto 65. Does that mean that the hammer stayed on the car at least since the last exit back, which would mean that it traveled successfully on the roof all the way through Rivergate (my speculation is from Home Depot or Walmart)? Or, did someone just decide to throw a brand new hammer out the window on a whim? And if that is the case, was it because of road rage or because of buyers remorse, deciding "no, I don't think I will hang that picture after all today, so I don't need this"?
Yes, this is my normal train of thought when I am driving by myself and not carpooling to work. A little strange, a lot random, and totally fun.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Lessons Learned from the 1/2
So this is a post about things that they don't tell you in the handy-dandy literature before running a 1/2 marathon (13.1 miles for those that don't know).
1. Bring your own toilet paper (and possibly germ-x). I did luck out as the person beside me in line did think to bring a roll and was generous enough to share. But that many people, the two rolls originally in the porta-pottys were long since gone. The one porta-potty I stopped at along the way was not much better. Enough said on this one.
2. Sunscreen doesn't last. I used sunscreen, I promise--the waterproof, sweatproof kind. But I also applied it before I checked my gear, which was then bused to the finish line, to be seen several hours later. Of course at the beginning of the race it was raining and cloud covered. It was toward the end of the race that the sun came out--you know the time when the sunscreen was gone. I'm still not sure that I would have carried the stuff around with me though or taken the time to put it on.
3. Rain, Rain, Go away. When it is raining, runners will do strange things. I saw one man with a garbage bag over him--I couldn't tell if he was wearing any clothes as he was wearing short-shorts. And he had those hotel laundry bags over his shoes. I was happy to have brought along my poncho, which I ditched at the starting line a long with many other poncho's, trash bags and interesting toss-asides.
4. Marathons are trashy. My goodness there were so many things just thrown on the ground. Powerbar gel packets, Power beans wrappers. Don't even get me started on the cups thrown down at the water stations. This trashiness is of course including the disgarded trash bags and ponchos (see point #3).
5. Powerbar gel is disgusting. Just what I thought it would be. Thick goo. The flavor I happened to pick up--double latte. The flavor was as it said, it tasted like a latte. I don't drink coffee when I am running. And the goo texture. My goodness, it is reminescent of the stuff I would periodically clear out of my drain. If I didn't need that shot of energy or have water immediately afterward to wash it down, I don't think the goo would have been stomached.
6. Water stations are hazardous (esp. when further back with the walkers). I would be trucking along nicely and all of a sudden a walker would step in front of me and come to a near stop. I didn't, but I was so tempted to pour Accelerade down more than one person's back. Then going back to point #3 again all the cups that were thrown aside by earlier runners were slick. One had to tread carefully. I learned early on that the water stations were a good time to slow to a walk. This gave me a chance to rest (relatively speaking), dodge the slower walkers, I was able to navigate the slicker terraine and I was able to drink my Accelerade without choking myself on it.
7. There is nothing like see that finish line for motivation. I was exausted. I was tired, I had jogged a race that I had trained myself to walk. But I rounded the corner and I saw that yellow banner and I ran. I heard my Mom and Dad cheering me on. Racers that had finished already were cheering me on and I ran. I went from thinking I had no energy left to feeling like I should have done the whole thing. (And no, I am no longer crazy enough to think that the whole marathon is for me).
8. And if seeing the finish line is motivation, crossing the finish line is even better. I had been meditating on my favorite passage from Hebrews the entire race. "Since we are surrounded by such a great a cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles and run the race with perserverence, fixing our eye on Jesus the author and perfector of our faith ..." I had thrown off my poncho, I had been freed from things that weighed me down and I ran the race. The real life lessons hit home as I crossed the finish line, having run the race alone, but with family and friends there cheering me on, keeping me going. I wept. I cried at the beauty that was the race, it was a cathartic moment. I released emotions that were dormant at the fact that I was free to pursue this goal and this dream without someone that had discouraged me from doing it last year. This was what I had trained for and it was worth it.
So this is a post about things that they don't tell you in the handy-dandy literature before running a 1/2 marathon (13.1 miles for those that don't know).
1. Bring your own toilet paper (and possibly germ-x). I did luck out as the person beside me in line did think to bring a roll and was generous enough to share. But that many people, the two rolls originally in the porta-pottys were long since gone. The one porta-potty I stopped at along the way was not much better. Enough said on this one.
2. Sunscreen doesn't last. I used sunscreen, I promise--the waterproof, sweatproof kind. But I also applied it before I checked my gear, which was then bused to the finish line, to be seen several hours later. Of course at the beginning of the race it was raining and cloud covered. It was toward the end of the race that the sun came out--you know the time when the sunscreen was gone. I'm still not sure that I would have carried the stuff around with me though or taken the time to put it on.
3. Rain, Rain, Go away. When it is raining, runners will do strange things. I saw one man with a garbage bag over him--I couldn't tell if he was wearing any clothes as he was wearing short-shorts. And he had those hotel laundry bags over his shoes. I was happy to have brought along my poncho, which I ditched at the starting line a long with many other poncho's, trash bags and interesting toss-asides.
4. Marathons are trashy. My goodness there were so many things just thrown on the ground. Powerbar gel packets, Power beans wrappers. Don't even get me started on the cups thrown down at the water stations. This trashiness is of course including the disgarded trash bags and ponchos (see point #3).
5. Powerbar gel is disgusting. Just what I thought it would be. Thick goo. The flavor I happened to pick up--double latte. The flavor was as it said, it tasted like a latte. I don't drink coffee when I am running. And the goo texture. My goodness, it is reminescent of the stuff I would periodically clear out of my drain. If I didn't need that shot of energy or have water immediately afterward to wash it down, I don't think the goo would have been stomached.
6. Water stations are hazardous (esp. when further back with the walkers). I would be trucking along nicely and all of a sudden a walker would step in front of me and come to a near stop. I didn't, but I was so tempted to pour Accelerade down more than one person's back. Then going back to point #3 again all the cups that were thrown aside by earlier runners were slick. One had to tread carefully. I learned early on that the water stations were a good time to slow to a walk. This gave me a chance to rest (relatively speaking), dodge the slower walkers, I was able to navigate the slicker terraine and I was able to drink my Accelerade without choking myself on it.
7. There is nothing like see that finish line for motivation. I was exausted. I was tired, I had jogged a race that I had trained myself to walk. But I rounded the corner and I saw that yellow banner and I ran. I heard my Mom and Dad cheering me on. Racers that had finished already were cheering me on and I ran. I went from thinking I had no energy left to feeling like I should have done the whole thing. (And no, I am no longer crazy enough to think that the whole marathon is for me).
8. And if seeing the finish line is motivation, crossing the finish line is even better. I had been meditating on my favorite passage from Hebrews the entire race. "Since we are surrounded by such a great a cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles and run the race with perserverence, fixing our eye on Jesus the author and perfector of our faith ..." I had thrown off my poncho, I had been freed from things that weighed me down and I ran the race. The real life lessons hit home as I crossed the finish line, having run the race alone, but with family and friends there cheering me on, keeping me going. I wept. I cried at the beauty that was the race, it was a cathartic moment. I released emotions that were dormant at the fact that I was free to pursue this goal and this dream without someone that had discouraged me from doing it last year. This was what I had trained for and it was worth it.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Happy Administrative Assitance's Day to Me
Today, apparently, is Administrative Assitance's Day, or so I've been told. Oh, I believe my office manager when she tells me that, I am just getting some kicks and giggles about the tradition they have here at my work for celebrating it. They treated me to lunch at Logan's. Yummy, Yummy Filet. Tasty, Tasty Sweet Potato. Fluffy rolls. What more could a girl wish for...
Here's the rub, they didn't take me to lunch (or bettter yet a gift card), they gave me their take out orders for lunch and added me to the bill. I got the happy priviledge (on the Office Manager's orders) of walking into the bosses' office and saying "Today is Secretary's Day, what would you like from Logan's?" I am not big on celebrating these strange, made up holidays, but if they are going to celebrate it, should I be the one walking into their office to remind them of it. The Logan's lunch is actually something that they have done for the past 10 years or so. They didn't question me coming in and saying this, they just put their order in. One, only one, actually said, "Oh yeah, happy secretary's day." When I laughed, he said "no seriously, I do appreciate all you do." So after I got all the orders together--6 including mine, I call in the order, then I go pick up the order, then I give out all the food, THEN I eat my steak.
I really like Logan's (even through I rarely get steak). As I said, not really an important holiday to me, and I wouldn't have even known it was AA Day if not for the Office Manager. So, why does it bother me that I had to get the food? This is not an abnormal errand for me. I get lunch nearly everyday for these managers. I guess, if it is the thought that counts, did they really have a thought to count? Oh well, Happy AA day to you!!!
Today, apparently, is Administrative Assitance's Day, or so I've been told. Oh, I believe my office manager when she tells me that, I am just getting some kicks and giggles about the tradition they have here at my work for celebrating it. They treated me to lunch at Logan's. Yummy, Yummy Filet. Tasty, Tasty Sweet Potato. Fluffy rolls. What more could a girl wish for...
Here's the rub, they didn't take me to lunch (or bettter yet a gift card), they gave me their take out orders for lunch and added me to the bill. I got the happy priviledge (on the Office Manager's orders) of walking into the bosses' office and saying "Today is Secretary's Day, what would you like from Logan's?" I am not big on celebrating these strange, made up holidays, but if they are going to celebrate it, should I be the one walking into their office to remind them of it. The Logan's lunch is actually something that they have done for the past 10 years or so. They didn't question me coming in and saying this, they just put their order in. One, only one, actually said, "Oh yeah, happy secretary's day." When I laughed, he said "no seriously, I do appreciate all you do." So after I got all the orders together--6 including mine, I call in the order, then I go pick up the order, then I give out all the food, THEN I eat my steak.
I really like Logan's (even through I rarely get steak). As I said, not really an important holiday to me, and I wouldn't have even known it was AA Day if not for the Office Manager. So, why does it bother me that I had to get the food? This is not an abnormal errand for me. I get lunch nearly everyday for these managers. I guess, if it is the thought that counts, did they really have a thought to count? Oh well, Happy AA day to you!!!
Friday, April 18, 2008
Plumber??
Just a really quick blog to share a funny story. I was taking my boss to pick up his car after he got it serviced when we come up to a stop sign. Directly across the street was a sign that said, "Elect Howdie Doodie as your new plumber." I am sitting in my car, with my boss (Mr. Not-So-Funny), trying not to laugh out loud as I think to myself, if I have to say Howdie to my Doodie, you better believe I am getting a new plumber.
Just a really quick blog to share a funny story. I was taking my boss to pick up his car after he got it serviced when we come up to a stop sign. Directly across the street was a sign that said, "Elect Howdie Doodie as your new plumber." I am sitting in my car, with my boss (Mr. Not-So-Funny), trying not to laugh out loud as I think to myself, if I have to say Howdie to my Doodie, you better believe I am getting a new plumber.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Level 8
That's right, I am now officially an 8. I have reached level 8 pioneer status on the Oregon Trail. This is not some super great feat as there are many levels higher than 8, but I have been a 7 for so long that it really feels great to make it to the next step up. This is a proud moment in my life. (Hee Hee Hee). For the last two treks up the trail that I have made, no one has died, I did not run out of money (and didn't even have to steal something), it was smooth sailing, almost boring.
Let me ask you this... I figured out a trick. Completely by accident. But here it is the trick, if I get a broken wheel, I don't necessarily have to pay to repair it. There is a glitch in the system. If I go to check my inbox or my homepage or any other facebook option, then come back to Oregon Trail, it has forgotten that my wagon wheel was broken in the first place and I can just keep on trucking. I discovered this simply by accident because one day I had something like $135 in my account, I was so close to Oregon City, I had just recently been killed in my last theivery attempt, so my thinking was "I will just wait until tomorrow, this way I will earn more money for that day, repair my wheel and just keep trucking." When I went back the next day, the wagon wheel was fine, no repairs were needed. I made it to Oregon City and had no other mishaps. So I had to see, is it waiting a day? Or is it just going and coming back? Yeah, it is just going and coming back. That is all it takes, there doesn't even have to be a significant pause in between the going and coming back. So this is the question (yes, I did say "let me ask you this")... Is it cheating to take advantage of a glitch in the system? I have gone and come back for experimental purposes, but now that is over, should I be scrupulously honest and pay for all future repairs, or take advantage until the loop hole is closed? A moral dilemna for you to chew on today...
That's right, I am now officially an 8. I have reached level 8 pioneer status on the Oregon Trail. This is not some super great feat as there are many levels higher than 8, but I have been a 7 for so long that it really feels great to make it to the next step up. This is a proud moment in my life. (Hee Hee Hee). For the last two treks up the trail that I have made, no one has died, I did not run out of money (and didn't even have to steal something), it was smooth sailing, almost boring.
Let me ask you this... I figured out a trick. Completely by accident. But here it is the trick, if I get a broken wheel, I don't necessarily have to pay to repair it. There is a glitch in the system. If I go to check my inbox or my homepage or any other facebook option, then come back to Oregon Trail, it has forgotten that my wagon wheel was broken in the first place and I can just keep on trucking. I discovered this simply by accident because one day I had something like $135 in my account, I was so close to Oregon City, I had just recently been killed in my last theivery attempt, so my thinking was "I will just wait until tomorrow, this way I will earn more money for that day, repair my wheel and just keep trucking." When I went back the next day, the wagon wheel was fine, no repairs were needed. I made it to Oregon City and had no other mishaps. So I had to see, is it waiting a day? Or is it just going and coming back? Yeah, it is just going and coming back. That is all it takes, there doesn't even have to be a significant pause in between the going and coming back. So this is the question (yes, I did say "let me ask you this")... Is it cheating to take advantage of a glitch in the system? I have gone and come back for experimental purposes, but now that is over, should I be scrupulously honest and pay for all future repairs, or take advantage until the loop hole is closed? A moral dilemna for you to chew on today...
Friday, April 11, 2008
Mary (and other various commuters that I have made up names for)
There are certain recogonizable cars on my commute into work. I don't get to see them everyday, but I am always thrilled when I do. Today's commute was happiness itself because I saw Mary. Now, grant it, I have no idea if her name is Mary, this is just the name that I have given her. She has 10 bazillion (slight exaggeration) little stuffed lambs in her back window. This actually has more to do with Psalm 23 (it only takes one glance at her license tag frame to know that) than with Mary had a Little Lamb. But really, is that supposed to matter to me? Its like winning the commute-to-work-lottery to get to see Mary. There are a few other cars that are recognizable and that I will keep an eye out for, but no one brings a smile to my face like Mary. There is the Life is Good car--it has just as much "Life is Good" stickers on it as my car does. When I pass him I am thinking to myself "indeed, life is good." There is Soccor mom, but she must be seen before the turn off to Pope John Paul High School. I could go on....
There are certain recogonizable cars on my commute into work. I don't get to see them everyday, but I am always thrilled when I do. Today's commute was happiness itself because I saw Mary. Now, grant it, I have no idea if her name is Mary, this is just the name that I have given her. She has 10 bazillion (slight exaggeration) little stuffed lambs in her back window. This actually has more to do with Psalm 23 (it only takes one glance at her license tag frame to know that) than with Mary had a Little Lamb. But really, is that supposed to matter to me? Its like winning the commute-to-work-lottery to get to see Mary. There are a few other cars that are recognizable and that I will keep an eye out for, but no one brings a smile to my face like Mary. There is the Life is Good car--it has just as much "Life is Good" stickers on it as my car does. When I pass him I am thinking to myself "indeed, life is good." There is Soccor mom, but she must be seen before the turn off to Pope John Paul High School. I could go on....
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Spring is Finally Here
I know technically it has been here for a while, first day of spring and all that already has happened. But it hasn't counted until now. Not for me at least. Now I can say it is spring because several things happened together. Yes, the spring rains have been here. Yes, things are starting to bud out of trees. I have seen the buttercups and tulips. But it really has been a tease. It was a fake out. The real thing was yet to come. But here is the kicker. Here is why it is officially spring... Not only did I get to wear sandals yesterday, but I slept with my window open. (for those worried about my safety in announcing on the internet that I sleep with my windows open--I would just love to see someone crawl through the ten feet of bushes, give or take a few millimeters, and see how well Miriam, you know, the grouchy dog, greets them). I woke up this morning to birds singing outside my window. What a glorious way to wake up in the morning. My house is full of fresh air. The rain doesn't even phase me today. I am in a happy spring mood. The world has turned green again.
I know technically it has been here for a while, first day of spring and all that already has happened. But it hasn't counted until now. Not for me at least. Now I can say it is spring because several things happened together. Yes, the spring rains have been here. Yes, things are starting to bud out of trees. I have seen the buttercups and tulips. But it really has been a tease. It was a fake out. The real thing was yet to come. But here is the kicker. Here is why it is officially spring... Not only did I get to wear sandals yesterday, but I slept with my window open. (for those worried about my safety in announcing on the internet that I sleep with my windows open--I would just love to see someone crawl through the ten feet of bushes, give or take a few millimeters, and see how well Miriam, you know, the grouchy dog, greets them). I woke up this morning to birds singing outside my window. What a glorious way to wake up in the morning. My house is full of fresh air. The rain doesn't even phase me today. I am in a happy spring mood. The world has turned green again.
Friday, April 04, 2008
Confessions of a Staple Freak
Today I have made a deep self discovery. I love staples. It is a fabulous invention to hold papers together. Now, I take this love to a deep and disturbing level when I say that I am obsessed with staples. This is not the store, this is the small little metal thingys that you would put into a stapler and bind together papers. I seem to be in constant search for the perfect stable. This may tell you all about my exciting life, but I probably spent at least 3 minutes to get a stable to go through this gigantic stack of papers for this particular invoice. Finally I got it to go through with out bending and crumpeling the staple on top of the paper. What does it tell you about me, I was still bothered, the staple was in backwards. From back to front. This only spurred my on to further staple perfection, wanting to get the staple perfectly through this stack of papers from front to back. Yes, I know, a little crazy, more than slightly obsessive. But that is just it, I am a staple freak. Here is where it goes even further--I spent all that time on a staple that I will remove when the invoice is paid and filed (probably within the week).
That is another stable obsession of mine. I am a purest. Only one staple in a bundle of papers. This whole idea of adding one page and stabling it to the bundle while leaving the other stable in, why would you do such a thing? It just makes it gunky. Again, I know, a little crazy, more than slightly obsessive. The only better invention as far as I am concerned at the present moment than staples/stapler, would be the stable remover. You know, it looks like a snake and it bites the staples from the page. Great stuff. And just a little bit more FYI--there always seems to be bent up mangled staples that have been removed around or under my desk. But the filing cabinet--not full of useless over stapled papers, that I can guarantee.
Today I have made a deep self discovery. I love staples. It is a fabulous invention to hold papers together. Now, I take this love to a deep and disturbing level when I say that I am obsessed with staples. This is not the store, this is the small little metal thingys that you would put into a stapler and bind together papers. I seem to be in constant search for the perfect stable. This may tell you all about my exciting life, but I probably spent at least 3 minutes to get a stable to go through this gigantic stack of papers for this particular invoice. Finally I got it to go through with out bending and crumpeling the staple on top of the paper. What does it tell you about me, I was still bothered, the staple was in backwards. From back to front. This only spurred my on to further staple perfection, wanting to get the staple perfectly through this stack of papers from front to back. Yes, I know, a little crazy, more than slightly obsessive. But that is just it, I am a staple freak. Here is where it goes even further--I spent all that time on a staple that I will remove when the invoice is paid and filed (probably within the week).
That is another stable obsession of mine. I am a purest. Only one staple in a bundle of papers. This whole idea of adding one page and stabling it to the bundle while leaving the other stable in, why would you do such a thing? It just makes it gunky. Again, I know, a little crazy, more than slightly obsessive. The only better invention as far as I am concerned at the present moment than staples/stapler, would be the stable remover. You know, it looks like a snake and it bites the staples from the page. Great stuff. And just a little bit more FYI--there always seems to be bent up mangled staples that have been removed around or under my desk. But the filing cabinet--not full of useless over stapled papers, that I can guarantee.
Monday, March 31, 2008
I Waged War with Fur
My big plan this last weekend was to work in the yard. I love playing in the dirt. This time of year is always fascinates me, the buds on the trees, my roses starting to show growth. Even my peony bush is starting to sprout. The problem was Saturday was not good "get out in the yard" weather. By the time I realized it, I was already in my work clothes. So, what do I do???, I tackle the attic. Yes, that's right the place that I go only twice a year, maybe. Old text books, Christmas decorations, and camping supplies were not so neatly arranged. Now, they are beautifully arranged. Not to mention, nicely boxed up and ready for pick up are some of the ex's old books. (maybe I can get my dad to help me bring them down, so that ex doesn't have to come into the house.
Well, when I was finished in the attic, I still had energy left, so I takled the front bedroom. I had a lot of stuff just dumped in here when I closed my private practice. You can now walk in. Then it just turned into a major spring cleaning project... I am happy to report that underneath my bed (as of Saturday) was completely de-furred, and under the treadmill, and under the chest of drawers, and under the piano, you get the idea. I think that there is a fur magnet under these things. I have never seen so much fur in my life that wasn't attached to my dog. As a matter of fact I don't know that I have even seen that much fur attached to my dog. This is a disaster. I have always considered myself a bit of a neat freak and the fur was taking over.
My big plan this last weekend was to work in the yard. I love playing in the dirt. This time of year is always fascinates me, the buds on the trees, my roses starting to show growth. Even my peony bush is starting to sprout. The problem was Saturday was not good "get out in the yard" weather. By the time I realized it, I was already in my work clothes. So, what do I do???, I tackle the attic. Yes, that's right the place that I go only twice a year, maybe. Old text books, Christmas decorations, and camping supplies were not so neatly arranged. Now, they are beautifully arranged. Not to mention, nicely boxed up and ready for pick up are some of the ex's old books. (maybe I can get my dad to help me bring them down, so that ex doesn't have to come into the house.
Well, when I was finished in the attic, I still had energy left, so I takled the front bedroom. I had a lot of stuff just dumped in here when I closed my private practice. You can now walk in. Then it just turned into a major spring cleaning project... I am happy to report that underneath my bed (as of Saturday) was completely de-furred, and under the treadmill, and under the chest of drawers, and under the piano, you get the idea. I think that there is a fur magnet under these things. I have never seen so much fur in my life that wasn't attached to my dog. As a matter of fact I don't know that I have even seen that much fur attached to my dog. This is a disaster. I have always considered myself a bit of a neat freak and the fur was taking over.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Oh, the Lies they Tell
Sales people crack me up. I have to say. I work for a small company and there are a lot of calls for the President/Owner of the company. This President is a Junior, so he does not go by his first name. But so often I get calls for Orville. I know that these are cold calls, because he would have told them the appropriate name to call him if they have ever dealt with him before. Policy is to put them on hold (and leave them there) or wait 1/2 minute, tell them he is unavailable and then offer to take a message (not that they have ever left a message). These sales people are slick though. I have had people tell me that they are just returning Orville's call. I have had people pretend that they are trying to bring us customers (but would refuse to talk to the guy that actually deals with and gives quotes to customers). And just today I answer the phone and chicky goes. "Oh, I am soooooooo sorry, I meant to call Orville at his home number. Well, since I called, is he available." AS IF PRETENDING YOU HAVE HIS HOME NUMBER WILL WORK. Trust me, if she knew his home number she would know his name. Seriously, does this work with some people?
Sales people crack me up. I have to say. I work for a small company and there are a lot of calls for the President/Owner of the company. This President is a Junior, so he does not go by his first name. But so often I get calls for Orville. I know that these are cold calls, because he would have told them the appropriate name to call him if they have ever dealt with him before. Policy is to put them on hold (and leave them there) or wait 1/2 minute, tell them he is unavailable and then offer to take a message (not that they have ever left a message). These sales people are slick though. I have had people tell me that they are just returning Orville's call. I have had people pretend that they are trying to bring us customers (but would refuse to talk to the guy that actually deals with and gives quotes to customers). And just today I answer the phone and chicky goes. "Oh, I am soooooooo sorry, I meant to call Orville at his home number. Well, since I called, is he available." AS IF PRETENDING YOU HAVE HIS HOME NUMBER WILL WORK. Trust me, if she knew his home number she would know his name. Seriously, does this work with some people?
Shushed
I was shushed last night in choir. Grant it, I was laughing--a lot, and I was laughing loudly, but shushed? Really, are we really still in elementary school/middle school mode? Okay so I am not a rule follower when it comes to choir. I like to talk and socialize, sometimes it being the only time during the week that I can see certain people.
The reason I was laughing. 1. We are singing a song where the melody is straight from Jurassic Park (or did Jurassic Park steal the melody from this anthem--chicken or egg?). Seriously, the men are singing and flower goddess asks me what is this from, its a movie. So we are sitting there happily humming and trying to figure it out (even now, I have started humming the theme merrily to myself--please no co-workers walk in). Jurassic Park. I have to watch those movies again. They have action, adventure, pretty scenery, dinosaurs, sci-fi, all good stuff (this is one instance where I actually like the movie better than the books). Okay back to why we were laughing. 2. Hymns. Not normally funny, but we always run hymn at the beginning of rehearsal. Not a big fan of this. And they just drag on forever (so it seems). FG (flower goddess) drew a lovely picture of herself during this time, stabbing herself in the boob (well, just stabbing herself, but it looked like it was aimed for the boob--that was the funny part). 3. From Brahams Requim--"How Lovely is thy Dwelling Place". I thought how fun it would be to change out "Lovely" with "Super". 4. ... Oh, there are so many things that we found funny that I would just have to say the dreaded phrase "you would just have to be there." So, I'm not going to tell you.
So, lets just say, I was laughing all throughout choir practice. Since, I love to laugh and would rather be doing that than anything else, I thought it was an evening well spent--a little bit of song, a little bit of laughter. Problem comes when there are people in the world that do not love laughing as much as I do. Is is possible? Can it be? Yes, there are serious people in the world, and God bless them, that don't make it their goal in life to laugh out loud at least 5 times a day. Try it sometime, I bet life turns out looking a little bit more like roses.
I was shushed last night in choir. Grant it, I was laughing--a lot, and I was laughing loudly, but shushed? Really, are we really still in elementary school/middle school mode? Okay so I am not a rule follower when it comes to choir. I like to talk and socialize, sometimes it being the only time during the week that I can see certain people.
The reason I was laughing. 1. We are singing a song where the melody is straight from Jurassic Park (or did Jurassic Park steal the melody from this anthem--chicken or egg?). Seriously, the men are singing and flower goddess asks me what is this from, its a movie. So we are sitting there happily humming and trying to figure it out (even now, I have started humming the theme merrily to myself--please no co-workers walk in). Jurassic Park. I have to watch those movies again. They have action, adventure, pretty scenery, dinosaurs, sci-fi, all good stuff (this is one instance where I actually like the movie better than the books). Okay back to why we were laughing. 2. Hymns. Not normally funny, but we always run hymn at the beginning of rehearsal. Not a big fan of this. And they just drag on forever (so it seems). FG (flower goddess) drew a lovely picture of herself during this time, stabbing herself in the boob (well, just stabbing herself, but it looked like it was aimed for the boob--that was the funny part). 3. From Brahams Requim--"How Lovely is thy Dwelling Place". I thought how fun it would be to change out "Lovely" with "Super". 4. ... Oh, there are so many things that we found funny that I would just have to say the dreaded phrase "you would just have to be there." So, I'm not going to tell you.
So, lets just say, I was laughing all throughout choir practice. Since, I love to laugh and would rather be doing that than anything else, I thought it was an evening well spent--a little bit of song, a little bit of laughter. Problem comes when there are people in the world that do not love laughing as much as I do. Is is possible? Can it be? Yes, there are serious people in the world, and God bless them, that don't make it their goal in life to laugh out loud at least 5 times a day. Try it sometime, I bet life turns out looking a little bit more like roses.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
A Dirty Mind is a Terrible Thing to Waste
Okay, I know that I have a tendency for my mind to slip into the gutter--daily. Though I am not a fan of crude humor, there are things in life that strike me as hilarious. And bodily functions are funny. Sadly enough you should hear some of the things I say, and laugh at, while doing flower arrangements for church. There are conversations about sticking it places and trying to get it to stay up. Everything sounds dirty by the time I am finished with the arrangement, esp. when working with flower goddess.
That being said, who names their company "Self Lube." Seriously, my boss just got a call from Self Lube to talk about her lubricating needs. Yes, there is a company that expects its employees to make sales calls and say "this is 'so and so' from self lube." And I work with mainly men--I can only imagine that their minds are slightly dirtier than mine. Poor Jody, I don't know if I can keep from laughing when she calls back. Thank goodness there was no message.
Okay, I know that I have a tendency for my mind to slip into the gutter--daily. Though I am not a fan of crude humor, there are things in life that strike me as hilarious. And bodily functions are funny. Sadly enough you should hear some of the things I say, and laugh at, while doing flower arrangements for church. There are conversations about sticking it places and trying to get it to stay up. Everything sounds dirty by the time I am finished with the arrangement, esp. when working with flower goddess.
That being said, who names their company "Self Lube." Seriously, my boss just got a call from Self Lube to talk about her lubricating needs. Yes, there is a company that expects its employees to make sales calls and say "this is 'so and so' from self lube." And I work with mainly men--I can only imagine that their minds are slightly dirtier than mine. Poor Jody, I don't know if I can keep from laughing when she calls back. Thank goodness there was no message.
Monday, March 24, 2008
1/2 Marathon, I think I must be Crazy
Yes, I have been training myself for the 1/2 marathon. There are very few people that I told, you know just in case. And I purposefully didn't sign up for the marathon because one of two things might have happened. 1. I would have been physically incapable of completing 13 miles with my arthritic knee and in that case would have spent the entry fee in vain, or 2. The Marathon would have already been full and I would have lost motivation. So I decided to wait until I hit 11 miles. I figured that this would be close enough that I could fake the last two miles. Not necessary. Last night was a personal triumph for me. I not only got to 11 miles, but when I got there, I just kept going. Now grant it, my last 1.5 miles was slow, and difficult, but I did the full 13.1 miles, mostly walking (with some jogging--not too much, remember the knee).
What an amazing feeling to sign up for the 1/2 marathon. That's a very good thing.
Yes, I have been training myself for the 1/2 marathon. There are very few people that I told, you know just in case. And I purposefully didn't sign up for the marathon because one of two things might have happened. 1. I would have been physically incapable of completing 13 miles with my arthritic knee and in that case would have spent the entry fee in vain, or 2. The Marathon would have already been full and I would have lost motivation. So I decided to wait until I hit 11 miles. I figured that this would be close enough that I could fake the last two miles. Not necessary. Last night was a personal triumph for me. I not only got to 11 miles, but when I got there, I just kept going. Now grant it, my last 1.5 miles was slow, and difficult, but I did the full 13.1 miles, mostly walking (with some jogging--not too much, remember the knee).
What an amazing feeling to sign up for the 1/2 marathon. That's a very good thing.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Nothing New Under the Sun
I'm feeling very introspective today(Warning... I feel a random thought blog coming on with tangents and off shoots galore!!!). Not entirely sure why. It could do with the holiday, it could do with baby sitting at the group home I work at on weekends, it could be feeling very high-schoolish again and having a crush on a boy, it could be the friend facing a loss. Whatever the cause, I am contemplating Ecclesiates. No, I don't normally contemplate random books of the Bible (I am currently reading in the New Testament and usually focus on what I am reading). A friend was talking to me about happiness. You know that fleeting elusive feeling of well being. It is odd, because I was also just reading a Reader's Digest article about how to increase your happiness. (That is a blog in and of itself--suffice it to say that my mom sends me the Reader's Digest every year, I love the jokes, and yes that article was like from two months ago, what can I say, I'm behind). So, I am contemplating my life and the unexpected turns that I have taken and I realize that my story is not new. It is no where near new. There is nothing new under the sun. Now before you start feeling sorry for me that I am not a unique individual (all to American obsession), this was a comfort. I am not in uncharted waters. Maybe for me, but not for the world (and dare I say, not for God). So, the question came up... Am I happy? Yes, I am. Am I happier now? Yes, I am. I am a different person now than I was then. I wish great things for those around me and hope to bring out the best in others. I make it my goal in life to laugh many, many times everyday. And I am happy to report that I am succeeding (even if it is just to laugh at myself--even at the end of a horrible, horrible day I can pick up a trusty Shel Silverstein book of poems and laugh my butt off). Wouldn't that be great if we could truly laugh our butts away.
Note to self... Things to avoid: gossips, judgy people, negative, cynical, too busy for life, flakes.
Things to seek: laughter, friendship, affirmations, the kiss of my dogs, good chocolate, deep and meaningful conversations, eating icecream from the carton (Mayfield Snowcream), the hug from family, those that bring healing.
So, if there is nothing new. I would love to learn from the mistakes of the past and get on to the better things that are out there. Is that possible? Can I pay attention and learn how to replicate the good others have accomplished and avoid the bad that some have stumbled upon?
I'm feeling very introspective today(Warning... I feel a random thought blog coming on with tangents and off shoots galore!!!). Not entirely sure why. It could do with the holiday, it could do with baby sitting at the group home I work at on weekends, it could be feeling very high-schoolish again and having a crush on a boy, it could be the friend facing a loss. Whatever the cause, I am contemplating Ecclesiates. No, I don't normally contemplate random books of the Bible (I am currently reading in the New Testament and usually focus on what I am reading). A friend was talking to me about happiness. You know that fleeting elusive feeling of well being. It is odd, because I was also just reading a Reader's Digest article about how to increase your happiness. (That is a blog in and of itself--suffice it to say that my mom sends me the Reader's Digest every year, I love the jokes, and yes that article was like from two months ago, what can I say, I'm behind). So, I am contemplating my life and the unexpected turns that I have taken and I realize that my story is not new. It is no where near new. There is nothing new under the sun. Now before you start feeling sorry for me that I am not a unique individual (all to American obsession), this was a comfort. I am not in uncharted waters. Maybe for me, but not for the world (and dare I say, not for God). So, the question came up... Am I happy? Yes, I am. Am I happier now? Yes, I am. I am a different person now than I was then. I wish great things for those around me and hope to bring out the best in others. I make it my goal in life to laugh many, many times everyday. And I am happy to report that I am succeeding (even if it is just to laugh at myself--even at the end of a horrible, horrible day I can pick up a trusty Shel Silverstein book of poems and laugh my butt off). Wouldn't that be great if we could truly laugh our butts away.
Note to self... Things to avoid: gossips, judgy people, negative, cynical, too busy for life, flakes.
Things to seek: laughter, friendship, affirmations, the kiss of my dogs, good chocolate, deep and meaningful conversations, eating icecream from the carton (Mayfield Snowcream), the hug from family, those that bring healing.
So, if there is nothing new. I would love to learn from the mistakes of the past and get on to the better things that are out there. Is that possible? Can I pay attention and learn how to replicate the good others have accomplished and avoid the bad that some have stumbled upon?
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
The Bike Rack
I have had all manner of trouble with taking my bike places. It started with buying a new car. This car is much smaller than my van (well, obviously, its a car and not a van). I was asked by some friends if I wanted to join them at a park in Lebannon to ride bikes. Sure, I say. Sounds fantastic--this was that really pretty Sunday a few weeks back. So I went home planning on throwing my bike in the back of my car. After all it is a hatchback and the back seats fold down-- I can do that, right? The back of my van fit three bikes surely I could squeeze one it the back of my Versa, right? No. Absolutely not happening. As a matter of fact I got more of a workout trying to get that bike in the back of my car without scratching anything than I thought possible. So I took one of my dogs instead. I had a nice walk while other rode. Dodger was happy, he made lots of friends.
So, I made a decision, I needed a bike rack. Nothing too expensive, just one of those that strap onto the trunk (or in my case the hatchback) of a car. Went to Target and got a bike rack. It was the next day that I realized that they charges me twice for one rack. So instead of being at $40 bike rack it was an $80 bike rack. So, I went back to Target. Armed only with my receipt and the knowledge that one person in their right mind for never buy two bike racks like this (it wouldn't fit on the back of any car). The lady was sympathetic but completly not clicking with me. She looked at me and looked at the receipt and looked back at me and said, what is a bike rack. So I am explaining, typical me fashion, with my hands. I am trying to convey the size and how it straps to the trunk and how the bikes go on the rack. Etc. etc. etc. Finally, it dawns. So you really don't need two? No, I don't. So, you didn't buy two? No, I didn't. I'll just credit back your card. Thank you very much.
Next issue... I go to strap it on my car. And it is saying that ideally, the bottom straps should be attached to something metal underneath the bottom of the bumper. There is not metal underneath the bottom of the bumper. IT IS ALL PLASTIC. So, I am in my garage (Thank you Lord for a garage and that I wasn't just in the driveway for all the neighborhood to see). I am in my garage, on the floor, still wearing my work clothes, crawling underneath my car looking for anything metal. My dogs are out there with me and think this must be a new, super fun game--the step on mommy's stomach game. Finally I just strap it to the bottom of the hatchback itself and it works nicely.
I am happy to report that I made it to work this morning without the bike flying off the back.
I have had all manner of trouble with taking my bike places. It started with buying a new car. This car is much smaller than my van (well, obviously, its a car and not a van). I was asked by some friends if I wanted to join them at a park in Lebannon to ride bikes. Sure, I say. Sounds fantastic--this was that really pretty Sunday a few weeks back. So I went home planning on throwing my bike in the back of my car. After all it is a hatchback and the back seats fold down-- I can do that, right? The back of my van fit three bikes surely I could squeeze one it the back of my Versa, right? No. Absolutely not happening. As a matter of fact I got more of a workout trying to get that bike in the back of my car without scratching anything than I thought possible. So I took one of my dogs instead. I had a nice walk while other rode. Dodger was happy, he made lots of friends.
So, I made a decision, I needed a bike rack. Nothing too expensive, just one of those that strap onto the trunk (or in my case the hatchback) of a car. Went to Target and got a bike rack. It was the next day that I realized that they charges me twice for one rack. So instead of being at $40 bike rack it was an $80 bike rack. So, I went back to Target. Armed only with my receipt and the knowledge that one person in their right mind for never buy two bike racks like this (it wouldn't fit on the back of any car). The lady was sympathetic but completly not clicking with me. She looked at me and looked at the receipt and looked back at me and said, what is a bike rack. So I am explaining, typical me fashion, with my hands. I am trying to convey the size and how it straps to the trunk and how the bikes go on the rack. Etc. etc. etc. Finally, it dawns. So you really don't need two? No, I don't. So, you didn't buy two? No, I didn't. I'll just credit back your card. Thank you very much.
Next issue... I go to strap it on my car. And it is saying that ideally, the bottom straps should be attached to something metal underneath the bottom of the bumper. There is not metal underneath the bottom of the bumper. IT IS ALL PLASTIC. So, I am in my garage (Thank you Lord for a garage and that I wasn't just in the driveway for all the neighborhood to see). I am in my garage, on the floor, still wearing my work clothes, crawling underneath my car looking for anything metal. My dogs are out there with me and think this must be a new, super fun game--the step on mommy's stomach game. Finally I just strap it to the bottom of the hatchback itself and it works nicely.
I am happy to report that I made it to work this morning without the bike flying off the back.
Friday, March 14, 2008
He's trying to fatten me up.
I go frequently to a Mexican restaurant in town with my parents. When I say frequently, I mean at least once a week. The food is always good, the salsa is terrific, and it is always a boost to my self-esteem. There are a couple of the waiters that will come and talk to me, and smile at me, and offer to bring me margaritas or tequila. But becuase I am on a diet, I haven't been in about a month through. Apparently, my favorite waiter has been asking my parents about me. Is the seniorita coming today??? So, last night I was taking a night off from the diet (I still went home and walked 5 miles). And I went to Dos Margaritas. It was good. But, I was careful, I only ate a couple of chips and ordered the veggie/chicken dish. My waiter had other idea because the plate came piled up with more food than I thought was possible. It was an enormous amount of chicken. So I ate half--less than half and I was full. When I asked for a box, he looked so disappointed. It was at this point I became very suspicious because he started suggesting dessert. Can I bring you some flan, sopapillas, chocolate chimichanga? My mom perked up with the chocolate chimichanga and that was promptly brought to the table with three spoons-- it was set directly in front of me. If this wasn't enough to confirm that he does not approve of the diet. He didn't even charge for the dessert, saying it was just for me.
I go frequently to a Mexican restaurant in town with my parents. When I say frequently, I mean at least once a week. The food is always good, the salsa is terrific, and it is always a boost to my self-esteem. There are a couple of the waiters that will come and talk to me, and smile at me, and offer to bring me margaritas or tequila. But becuase I am on a diet, I haven't been in about a month through. Apparently, my favorite waiter has been asking my parents about me. Is the seniorita coming today??? So, last night I was taking a night off from the diet (I still went home and walked 5 miles). And I went to Dos Margaritas. It was good. But, I was careful, I only ate a couple of chips and ordered the veggie/chicken dish. My waiter had other idea because the plate came piled up with more food than I thought was possible. It was an enormous amount of chicken. So I ate half--less than half and I was full. When I asked for a box, he looked so disappointed. It was at this point I became very suspicious because he started suggesting dessert. Can I bring you some flan, sopapillas, chocolate chimichanga? My mom perked up with the chocolate chimichanga and that was promptly brought to the table with three spoons-- it was set directly in front of me. If this wasn't enough to confirm that he does not approve of the diet. He didn't even charge for the dessert, saying it was just for me.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
My First Matches
Okay, I have stated the eHarmony thing. So far, not panning out the way that I thought it would. The first guy I made it to open communication with seemed ideal. We had emailed over open communication for a while and were doing well. He had a witty sense of humor and dedicated to helping children. He wanted a family of his own. And I know that this is not important, but he was cute too (I could tell from his pictures). The problem came when we started discussing leaving the eHarmony format. We exchanged email addresses and phone numbers. Here is the tricky part--my email address has my last name. It was then that I got an email. Still funny throughout almost ignoring the obvious, until... then the last sentence... Oh, by the way, is your ex-husband _____? HOLY SHIT!!!!! That is right he works with my ex. He didn't say that they were friends, only that he was friends with my ex's friends. Strange way to put it, I thought. So I closed that match. Relationships are complicated enough.
Next guy that I made it to the open communication level with. Sweet guy. Gentle soul. Scared of his own shadow. Now keep in mind that this is our first meeting. We kept it casual. We met for ice cream. It was time limited, I think total we sat and talked for a little over an hour. Not much in the big sceme of things. But in this time, there were some definate problems. First question he asked, Do you mind snakes? Snakes?!?!? What is running through my head is that he has a 10 foot boa constrictor in his house that will eat my dogs. No, it's a little better but not much. He has a snake phobia. So much so that he will not even go into that section of the zoo. He will not watch a movie that has snakes in it. Fear of snakes. I don't like snakes, but they don't freak me out (unless I am stuck in an innertube in the middle of the Little Pigeon River). But this seemed excessive. Second question, How big are your dogs? He really doesn't like dogs, he is especially afraid of big dogs. I just wanted to say, they may not be big, but, honey, Miriam will eat you for breakfast. Third question, Do you have a roomate? No, I say, I live alone. Aren't you scared? No, I say, I seem to get along just fine. Apparently he has always lived with a roomate and not because financial reasons, but because he doesn't want to live alone. (Side note, I am loving living by myself, life is simple, life is good, where I put something is where it stays, I have absolute say on what I watch on TV, and I can stained glass anytime that I want). Forth and final red flag question, How do you feel about traditional gender roles? I say something to the effect that it is important for the couple to work those roles out on their own, forming a compromise that works best for them. He thinks that is terrific, because in relationships he sees himself as "more of the girl." Yes, that is a direct quote. I emailed him the next day to say something along the lines that I am extremely independent and love the outdoors and adventure, that I thought that there is someone with a gentle spirit out there for him and the best thing I can do to help him find her is to close the match.
There are some strange cookies out there.
Okay, I have stated the eHarmony thing. So far, not panning out the way that I thought it would. The first guy I made it to open communication with seemed ideal. We had emailed over open communication for a while and were doing well. He had a witty sense of humor and dedicated to helping children. He wanted a family of his own. And I know that this is not important, but he was cute too (I could tell from his pictures). The problem came when we started discussing leaving the eHarmony format. We exchanged email addresses and phone numbers. Here is the tricky part--my email address has my last name. It was then that I got an email. Still funny throughout almost ignoring the obvious, until... then the last sentence... Oh, by the way, is your ex-husband _____? HOLY SHIT!!!!! That is right he works with my ex. He didn't say that they were friends, only that he was friends with my ex's friends. Strange way to put it, I thought. So I closed that match. Relationships are complicated enough.
Next guy that I made it to the open communication level with. Sweet guy. Gentle soul. Scared of his own shadow. Now keep in mind that this is our first meeting. We kept it casual. We met for ice cream. It was time limited, I think total we sat and talked for a little over an hour. Not much in the big sceme of things. But in this time, there were some definate problems. First question he asked, Do you mind snakes? Snakes?!?!? What is running through my head is that he has a 10 foot boa constrictor in his house that will eat my dogs. No, it's a little better but not much. He has a snake phobia. So much so that he will not even go into that section of the zoo. He will not watch a movie that has snakes in it. Fear of snakes. I don't like snakes, but they don't freak me out (unless I am stuck in an innertube in the middle of the Little Pigeon River). But this seemed excessive. Second question, How big are your dogs? He really doesn't like dogs, he is especially afraid of big dogs. I just wanted to say, they may not be big, but, honey, Miriam will eat you for breakfast. Third question, Do you have a roomate? No, I say, I live alone. Aren't you scared? No, I say, I seem to get along just fine. Apparently he has always lived with a roomate and not because financial reasons, but because he doesn't want to live alone. (Side note, I am loving living by myself, life is simple, life is good, where I put something is where it stays, I have absolute say on what I watch on TV, and I can stained glass anytime that I want). Forth and final red flag question, How do you feel about traditional gender roles? I say something to the effect that it is important for the couple to work those roles out on their own, forming a compromise that works best for them. He thinks that is terrific, because in relationships he sees himself as "more of the girl." Yes, that is a direct quote. I emailed him the next day to say something along the lines that I am extremely independent and love the outdoors and adventure, that I thought that there is someone with a gentle spirit out there for him and the best thing I can do to help him find her is to close the match.
There are some strange cookies out there.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
A Blog of Blogging
I realized today that it has been quite a long time since I have blogged last. It is not that I don't enjoy blogging. I do, but there is a sense of paranoia that follows me as I blog. This is hardly an anonymous place to post as most friends and family are aware of the site. The questions always come up about who is reading me. This is not a normal feeling for me. I am not normally paranoid about the people who look over my shoulder. I like the feeling that my friends are checking up on me. It doesn't even bother me that someone could be reading my posts that has never met me. Nothing wrong with that. If you are interested in some day to day thoughts of a slightly strange person, I have no problem with that. My concern... That has more to do with those that know me that we don't keep in contact anymore. Oh, what a stupid, round-a-bout way of saying, I don't like the idea that my ex-husband could wonder back to this site to check up. Paranoid. Yes. Truthfully, I doubt that he would care about what I put in here. Strangely enough, I find myself wanting to be sensitive to the just in case. I have had many interesting stories happen to me lately, that I haven't shared "just in case." So, I guess this post is to simply qwell my paranoia and act as a warning. Dating stories to come.
I realized today that it has been quite a long time since I have blogged last. It is not that I don't enjoy blogging. I do, but there is a sense of paranoia that follows me as I blog. This is hardly an anonymous place to post as most friends and family are aware of the site. The questions always come up about who is reading me. This is not a normal feeling for me. I am not normally paranoid about the people who look over my shoulder. I like the feeling that my friends are checking up on me. It doesn't even bother me that someone could be reading my posts that has never met me. Nothing wrong with that. If you are interested in some day to day thoughts of a slightly strange person, I have no problem with that. My concern... That has more to do with those that know me that we don't keep in contact anymore. Oh, what a stupid, round-a-bout way of saying, I don't like the idea that my ex-husband could wonder back to this site to check up. Paranoid. Yes. Truthfully, I doubt that he would care about what I put in here. Strangely enough, I find myself wanting to be sensitive to the just in case. I have had many interesting stories happen to me lately, that I haven't shared "just in case." So, I guess this post is to simply qwell my paranoia and act as a warning. Dating stories to come.
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