So I'm at Walgreens today, picking up prints of my awesome zoo pictures today and I see this stupid fish for sale. It plays the McDonald's Filet o fish song. Are you freaking kidding me??? I can't be the only one that hates it.
Talk about commercialism. Talk about morons who will buy anything.
I get emails from ancestry.com. They were telling about a census the other day that had been recently released. It read as follows: "In addition to taking a census of the population at large in 1880, the federal government kept separate census forms with supplemental information on seven categories of individuals whom they termed 1) insane, 2) idiots, 3) deaf- mutes, 4) blind, 5) homeless children, 6) inhabitants in prison and 7) paupers and the indigent"
Those must have been the days, when it was acceptable to call someone an idiot and label them as such on a government forms.
Oh and a shout out to my friend JH- I love the FB.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
Friday, February 26th
When I looked at my last post, I realized that somehow I lost a day and put the wrong date on it. How does that happen? I think when you lose your job, you should automatically get one of those calendars where you rip the paper each day and it keeps you current on the day and date.
Lester is still alive which is fantastic. Except now I realize that at some point, I'm going have to clean his tank. I have no idea how to do that. I guess I will have to look that up on the internet today. I'm sure somewhere there are step by step instructions, probably with a video or pictures. I'm a little nervous about this whole cleaning thing, but I guess I maybe should have thought through this a little more when I bought him.
I went to Wal-Mart yesterday. It seems like every other person there brought their kid. And all those kids were NAUGHTY. There was this family in line behind me and they told their kid no to something, ( I didn't turn around to look) and then kid, who was like 3 or 4 started banging himself into something and yelling ( again, I did not turn around to look). It just blew my mind. When I was a kid, I never would have pulled that crap at a store. All my mom or dad had to do was give you a look and you knew you were out of line. As we got older though, my sisters and I did enjoy filling the cart at the grocery store with things my mom would never buy. You know, stuff like artichoke hearts, ( before we knew they were good) pickled pigs feet, stuff like that. My mom would walk away to grab something and before she knew it, we would have stuff in the cart, she would see it, we would laugh and then unload it, move on to the next aisle, where we would do it again.
When I am done here, I'm going to try to start a campaign on Facebook to get rid of that McDonald's commercial for the filet 'o fish with the stupid singing fish. I can't stand that commercial. I mean, if Facebook can get NBC to talk with Betty White about SNL, I'm sure we can use it to get rid of one of the more annoying commercials ever.
Lester is still alive which is fantastic. Except now I realize that at some point, I'm going have to clean his tank. I have no idea how to do that. I guess I will have to look that up on the internet today. I'm sure somewhere there are step by step instructions, probably with a video or pictures. I'm a little nervous about this whole cleaning thing, but I guess I maybe should have thought through this a little more when I bought him.
I went to Wal-Mart yesterday. It seems like every other person there brought their kid. And all those kids were NAUGHTY. There was this family in line behind me and they told their kid no to something, ( I didn't turn around to look) and then kid, who was like 3 or 4 started banging himself into something and yelling ( again, I did not turn around to look). It just blew my mind. When I was a kid, I never would have pulled that crap at a store. All my mom or dad had to do was give you a look and you knew you were out of line. As we got older though, my sisters and I did enjoy filling the cart at the grocery store with things my mom would never buy. You know, stuff like artichoke hearts, ( before we knew they were good) pickled pigs feet, stuff like that. My mom would walk away to grab something and before she knew it, we would have stuff in the cart, she would see it, we would laugh and then unload it, move on to the next aisle, where we would do it again.
When I am done here, I'm going to try to start a campaign on Facebook to get rid of that McDonald's commercial for the filet 'o fish with the stupid singing fish. I can't stand that commercial. I mean, if Facebook can get NBC to talk with Betty White about SNL, I'm sure we can use it to get rid of one of the more annoying commercials ever.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Tuesday, February 22
Today on Facebook one of my friends had the following posted as her status: "Perhaps you can't recognize because you can't see, perhaps you can't see because your vision is blurred, perhaps your vision is blurred because your head is shoved so far up your ass."
I don't know if this some quote from some other place or her orginal words, but I liked it.
Everyday I seem to encounter these head up their ass people and I wonder if they realize it or if they are just living in some kind of ignorant bliss induced by the methane haze they must be under since they spend most of their life with their ass.
I don't know if this some quote from some other place or her orginal words, but I liked it.
Everyday I seem to encounter these head up their ass people and I wonder if they realize it or if they are just living in some kind of ignorant bliss induced by the methane haze they must be under since they spend most of their life with their ass.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Sunday, February 21
You know, I started to write about how sure enough I was hung over this morning, yada yada, yada and then I realized, what the hell is my problem?
I keep feeling like getting laid off is the worst thing in the world that could have happened to me, boo hoo, woo is me, etc, etc. Well, that stops now. This is the first time that I can remember that I am only responsible for myself. I don't have a free loader I'm supporting, I don't have to do anything I don't want. I actual probably have less responsiblity right now than I have had in a very long time. I have all day to do whatever makes me happy. I can read, work out, I can take pictures, I can spend time with people I actually like and not have to be nice to those I don't like.
So when I was in high school, I had this teacher who said if could define what you wanted, you could find it. I think that needs to be my order of business this week, to define the perfect job and then I suspect I can find it. Until then, I'm just shooting arrows in the dark.
I keep feeling like getting laid off is the worst thing in the world that could have happened to me, boo hoo, woo is me, etc, etc. Well, that stops now. This is the first time that I can remember that I am only responsible for myself. I don't have a free loader I'm supporting, I don't have to do anything I don't want. I actual probably have less responsiblity right now than I have had in a very long time. I have all day to do whatever makes me happy. I can read, work out, I can take pictures, I can spend time with people I actually like and not have to be nice to those I don't like.
So when I was in high school, I had this teacher who said if could define what you wanted, you could find it. I think that needs to be my order of business this week, to define the perfect job and then I suspect I can find it. Until then, I'm just shooting arrows in the dark.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Saturday, February 20th
Saturday! Saturday! Saturday! Is alright for fighting or so says Elton John. Tonight I went to see my friend Sam's band who usually sings the Saturday song, which is one of my favorites. There was no Saturday song tonight. Isn't that how life goes, expections never match reality? The stuff we build up and think is going to be the most fun, never is and the stuff that we don't expect to be that great ends up being the best time ever.
Tonight was just one of those nights were I couldn't catch a buzz to save my life. I tried vodka, I tried Jack, it just wasn't meant to be. I'm sure in the morning, I'll feel like someone ran me over.
I was talking with a friend tonight about Karma and whether or not it's real. I saw a Facebook page about Karma and people had written all kinds of angry things on it. I am not sure that's how it's suppose to work. By being angry and repeating that, doesn't that just elongate whatever "wronged" you in the first place? Isn't the whole point of believing in Karma letting go of your anger because you believe the universe will settle your score for you? If you are hanging on to it, you can't release it to the universe for settlement. I also think the same for kindness. When you perform kindness, you need to do it without hope of repayment, again, giving it to the universe for the universe to repay you. If you are keeping score and hoping for a one to one repayment, you will forever be disappointed.
On a lighter note, I am please to announce that after one week, Lester is still alive and thriving. I think I am almost ready for a plant, but they are much trickier than a fish. I mean, the fish you feed everyday. A plant is much more tempermental, some days you water it, somedays you don't and you can't just say, I need to give the plant 2.1 ounces of water every 100 hours, there are too many variables. Maybe I should wait another couple weeks....
Tonight was just one of those nights were I couldn't catch a buzz to save my life. I tried vodka, I tried Jack, it just wasn't meant to be. I'm sure in the morning, I'll feel like someone ran me over.
I was talking with a friend tonight about Karma and whether or not it's real. I saw a Facebook page about Karma and people had written all kinds of angry things on it. I am not sure that's how it's suppose to work. By being angry and repeating that, doesn't that just elongate whatever "wronged" you in the first place? Isn't the whole point of believing in Karma letting go of your anger because you believe the universe will settle your score for you? If you are hanging on to it, you can't release it to the universe for settlement. I also think the same for kindness. When you perform kindness, you need to do it without hope of repayment, again, giving it to the universe for the universe to repay you. If you are keeping score and hoping for a one to one repayment, you will forever be disappointed.
On a lighter note, I am please to announce that after one week, Lester is still alive and thriving. I think I am almost ready for a plant, but they are much trickier than a fish. I mean, the fish you feed everyday. A plant is much more tempermental, some days you water it, somedays you don't and you can't just say, I need to give the plant 2.1 ounces of water every 100 hours, there are too many variables. Maybe I should wait another couple weeks....
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Thursday, February 18
I sometimes wish Simon Cowell could show up at karaoke night.
There was this girl tonight - 100% tone deaf and she kept singing. And she was wearing this shirt with sparkles on it like this was the big event of her whole week. I felt kind of bad because she was that awful. In a way though, she was doing a service to the other people because she really made the marginal people sound top notch.
Lester is still alive, I feed him twice a day, although I have never seen him eat infront of me. I was concerned about this and talked to my friend Daisy about it. She suggested that maybe he liked to eat in private. I manage to find the one fish with an eating disorder.
There was this girl tonight - 100% tone deaf and she kept singing. And she was wearing this shirt with sparkles on it like this was the big event of her whole week. I felt kind of bad because she was that awful. In a way though, she was doing a service to the other people because she really made the marginal people sound top notch.
Lester is still alive, I feed him twice a day, although I have never seen him eat infront of me. I was concerned about this and talked to my friend Daisy about it. She suggested that maybe he liked to eat in private. I manage to find the one fish with an eating disorder.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Wednesday, February 17
You know, so much of living your life is walking a fine line. The line between adventurous and stupid. Between being trusting and being naive, between being on a diet and having an eating disorder, between giving someone space and being used, between having a bad day and falling off the edge. The question is, where does the line actually lay and who gets to decide where it is and why can't that line actually be one static place? One day, being alone is glorious, one day it's lonely.
Working from home is hard and I often speak of wishing I could just "land on a square". Somedays I'm actually grateful that I am no longer part of all of the uncertainty that is running wild where I used to work. Somedays I have no idea what I am if I don't have that job to define me. It's a scarier feeling that most people realize. I've told my friends all at some point in my friendship with them, that their work does not define them, it's not who they are. I realize now that is flawed logic, especially in my case, I have no kids, no husband, no one that depends on me, without a job, it really doesn't seem like I'm anchored to anything and I keep asking myself the same question over and over, "what's the point of all of this?"
I'm counting on a certain amount of inertia to keep moving along right now. You know, the idea that a body in motion will stay in motion until acted upon by some outside force. I'm afraid that if I stop now, stand still, that I won't know how to start again and quite frankly, I really don't want to live in a van down by the river.
Working from home is hard and I often speak of wishing I could just "land on a square". Somedays I'm actually grateful that I am no longer part of all of the uncertainty that is running wild where I used to work. Somedays I have no idea what I am if I don't have that job to define me. It's a scarier feeling that most people realize. I've told my friends all at some point in my friendship with them, that their work does not define them, it's not who they are. I realize now that is flawed logic, especially in my case, I have no kids, no husband, no one that depends on me, without a job, it really doesn't seem like I'm anchored to anything and I keep asking myself the same question over and over, "what's the point of all of this?"
I'm counting on a certain amount of inertia to keep moving along right now. You know, the idea that a body in motion will stay in motion until acted upon by some outside force. I'm afraid that if I stop now, stand still, that I won't know how to start again and quite frankly, I really don't want to live in a van down by the river.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Monday, February 15
You know, I think sometimes its a good idea if we all step back and kind of try to "observe" our own selves. I mention this because I was leavin the mall the morning ( after a vigourous mall walk with the other retirees) and was walking to my car within ear shot of this younger couple. You could tell that they were really not agreeing about what they were talking about. The topic was - wait for it - the proper way to handle the dog's poop. The girl wanted to go to pet smart to get little dog poop bags. The boy said that those bags were not very ecological ( seriously? people actually worry about this?) and suggested that they just use the plastic bags from the grocery store. This back and forth seriously went on until I had to leave them to get into the safety of my car. I wish my biggest concern was how to dispose of dog shit ecologically. So just think about it, as you are going through your day and other people can overhear you, how important is the dog poop anyway?
I also got new tires today. I explained to them no less that 4 times that I had no job and I was only getting new tires today, but of course my car needs an alignment too,because aparently the $500 dollars I was spending wasn't enough. I looked the guy dead in the eye and said I have no job. I just want the tires. You would have thought that would have stopped him. But no, he offered me a credit card. That is wrong on so many different levels I don't even know where to start. What kind of person suggests a credit card to someone with no real way to pay it??? Would he really make that much commission for suggesting I spend another $60?
I also got new tires today. I explained to them no less that 4 times that I had no job and I was only getting new tires today, but of course my car needs an alignment too,because aparently the $500 dollars I was spending wasn't enough. I looked the guy dead in the eye and said I have no job. I just want the tires. You would have thought that would have stopped him. But no, he offered me a credit card. That is wrong on so many different levels I don't even know where to start. What kind of person suggests a credit card to someone with no real way to pay it??? Would he really make that much commission for suggesting I spend another $60?
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Sunday,February 14
Well, Lester and I have made it through our first full day together and even though I did not let the tank aerate for 24 hours as suggested, little buddy seems to be flourishing.
Lester, happy at home after 27 hours
I am super excited to report that I now actually own a digital camera, thanks to the elaborate Foster hand me down process. I swear, if it weren't for my family buying themselves new things, I would still have a camera with those square throw away bulbs. I did manage to download the manual for my new camera. All 132 pages. At least I have some free time to figure it all out. It turns out I can use it for both video and still photos. Hmmmm...
I made some pretty good french toast this morning. I used cinnamon bread and then added some special ingredients to the eggs and milk. It probably helped that I got a Freaking Beautiful night of sleep that rocked first.
Enjoy the movie of Lester, there will be more to come.
Lester, happy at home after 27 hours
I am super excited to report that I now actually own a digital camera, thanks to the elaborate Foster hand me down process. I swear, if it weren't for my family buying themselves new things, I would still have a camera with those square throw away bulbs. I did manage to download the manual for my new camera. All 132 pages. At least I have some free time to figure it all out. It turns out I can use it for both video and still photos. Hmmmm...
I made some pretty good french toast this morning. I used cinnamon bread and then added some special ingredients to the eggs and milk. It probably helped that I got a Freaking Beautiful night of sleep that rocked first.
Enjoy the movie of Lester, there will be more to come.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Saturday, February 13th
Before I started working from home, my normal routine was to get up early ( like 5:30- 6:00 am ish) on Saturday mornings, go to a 7 am Weight Watchers meeting, go the driving range at 8, run some errands and be home by 10:00 before the rest of the people even got out of bed. Over the last couple weeks, I have been struggling to settle into a routine and just relax in general. I was talking with some friends yesterday, complaining about how I had gained a few tenths of pound the last few weeks and told her I just didn't think I can handle another set back this morning. Being the good friend she is, she gave me a pass. Told me to sleep in if I could and then get my game face on and go back next week. That was plan.
About an hour later, another friend called, asked what my plans were for Saturday. I told him I didn't really have any except for a first birthday party after lunch. He was flabbergasted. He's like what about Weight Watchers, what about the driving range? Then I realized, this was one of the parts of my old routine that I could keep and feel normal. So I went to WW, where I actually lost 2 pounds, so all my post job weight was gone and a little more. I went and got coffee at McDonalds ( why does the fact I don't want syrup in my latte always confuse them so much??) and then went to the driving range, hit a bucket of balls and ran some errands, just like normal.
I also got a very exciting new pet this morning. Now I am painfully aware that with 2 cats, the addition of a third makes my chances of marriage go from slim to none, so, no, there is no new cat. I didn't feel like I was ready to get a plant, so I went one better. I got a fish. He is a crownfish beta, both pink and blue. He will be called Lester. His new tank is aerating as we speak. I filled it with britta water so I am hoping that will speed up the getting the tank ready process. I have always wanted a fish. I'm going to be 35 exactly one month from today and I decided if I wanted a $5 fish from Wal-mart, damn it! I'm going to have one.
I mean what is so scarey about owning a fish? I mean if he dies, I flush him and spend $5 on a new one. It's not rocket science. It makes me wonder though, how many simple things are we all really afraid of that aren't such a big deal once we get past them? Karaoke? Running? Going to new places? Spicy food? Letting go of who we thought we might be when we were 6? Just think about it, are all those excuses we make why we can't do things really valid?
Check back tomorrow for Lester's official portrait.
About an hour later, another friend called, asked what my plans were for Saturday. I told him I didn't really have any except for a first birthday party after lunch. He was flabbergasted. He's like what about Weight Watchers, what about the driving range? Then I realized, this was one of the parts of my old routine that I could keep and feel normal. So I went to WW, where I actually lost 2 pounds, so all my post job weight was gone and a little more. I went and got coffee at McDonalds ( why does the fact I don't want syrup in my latte always confuse them so much??) and then went to the driving range, hit a bucket of balls and ran some errands, just like normal.
I also got a very exciting new pet this morning. Now I am painfully aware that with 2 cats, the addition of a third makes my chances of marriage go from slim to none, so, no, there is no new cat. I didn't feel like I was ready to get a plant, so I went one better. I got a fish. He is a crownfish beta, both pink and blue. He will be called Lester. His new tank is aerating as we speak. I filled it with britta water so I am hoping that will speed up the getting the tank ready process. I have always wanted a fish. I'm going to be 35 exactly one month from today and I decided if I wanted a $5 fish from Wal-mart, damn it! I'm going to have one.
I mean what is so scarey about owning a fish? I mean if he dies, I flush him and spend $5 on a new one. It's not rocket science. It makes me wonder though, how many simple things are we all really afraid of that aren't such a big deal once we get past them? Karaoke? Running? Going to new places? Spicy food? Letting go of who we thought we might be when we were 6? Just think about it, are all those excuses we make why we can't do things really valid?
Check back tomorrow for Lester's official portrait.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Wednesday, February 10
Today I had to ask someone what day it was because I wasn't 100% sure. That happens to everyone right?
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Tuesday, February 9
So today was the day I finally did it. I emptied out the box from my cubicle. 4 years and 5 months worth of things that I frantically tossed into a company provided box while trying not to cry and make a scene. Here is my favorite part, wearing the first of the 2 tiaras I received over that time, I just threw most of it out, well, except for obvious, the silver tiara. I did keep some of my momentos, my favorite picture of the bus full of school kids parked in front of the liquor store taken on my way to work, my Office Space TPS report covers, my pretty pink stones I picked up out front when I first started because they reminded me of the rocks in my driveway when I was kid. I am just wondering what the hell I was thinking when I put the half drunk bottle of Diet Coke in the box. Did I really think I was going to finish it when I got home that night?
Now last week, I had talked about watching Gorillas in the Mist. This was a movie I picked up at the library because I had never watched it and thought maybe I should. It is still in the pile with 3 others, The Green Mile, Gangs of New York and Ghandi. Here is what I realized. There is reason I never saw those movies when they were new. I DON'T WANT TO. So I'm returning them to the library, unwatched and I'm ok with that. Furthermore, I am vowing to only bring home ones I like going forward, not stuff I think I should watch. Life is way too short to watch crap.
Signing out.... still wearing my tiara.
Now last week, I had talked about watching Gorillas in the Mist. This was a movie I picked up at the library because I had never watched it and thought maybe I should. It is still in the pile with 3 others, The Green Mile, Gangs of New York and Ghandi. Here is what I realized. There is reason I never saw those movies when they were new. I DON'T WANT TO. So I'm returning them to the library, unwatched and I'm ok with that. Furthermore, I am vowing to only bring home ones I like going forward, not stuff I think I should watch. Life is way too short to watch crap.
Signing out.... still wearing my tiara.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Monday, February 8
Today I got to experience one of the most excting events in my entire adult life. Today, I made my very last car payment. I can not explain the feeling of having that monkey off my back. How quickly 48 payments go!
Here's an item for the life is not fair file. We're getting all kinds of snow tonight/tomorrow, I don't have a job yet I still don't get a "snow day" tomorrow. I have to go to an orientation at the job center at 9 am in the morning. I just can't catch a break. LOL On the plus side, I am sure I will have some neat things to report from the job center tomorrow. I mean, you never know what you will see there.
Now as you all know, I am neither a Trekkie or a Star Wars follower, however, I must insist that you see the following movie. I will say that my friend Tim, will understand and enjoy it the most of all of you. It appears right up his alley. It is unexpectly funny and enjoyable.
Here's an item for the life is not fair file. We're getting all kinds of snow tonight/tomorrow, I don't have a job yet I still don't get a "snow day" tomorrow. I have to go to an orientation at the job center at 9 am in the morning. I just can't catch a break. LOL On the plus side, I am sure I will have some neat things to report from the job center tomorrow. I mean, you never know what you will see there.
Now as you all know, I am neither a Trekkie or a Star Wars follower, however, I must insist that you see the following movie. I will say that my friend Tim, will understand and enjoy it the most of all of you. It appears right up his alley. It is unexpectly funny and enjoyable.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Friday, February 5
My friend Daisy also works from home. She has a blog too. Sometimes I'm jealous because she writes good stuff. I think I'm going to be one of the 3 people who misses Jay Leno at 9. I don't always want to stay up so late to watch the Tonight Show at 10:30. I had a very full day today, I woke up early, read my book, took a nap, ran some errands, came home, ate some lunch, read my book, took a nap. I'm starting to think that the book is not all it's cracked up to be. I also, for the very first time in my life, watched the whole movie, the Big Lebowski. I had no idea it was another movie about bowling. It kind of makes me want to watch King Pin.
So while I was out and about today, I went to the Office Depot. That has got to be one of the weirdest stores. There was this middle aged guy who greeted me upon arrival, way to chipperly. He kind of reminded me of the suck up guy at the Friday's rip off restaurant in Office Space. So I eventually found what I was looking for, and before leaving, I stopped in the bathroom ( see Tuesday's blog). So as I'm walking down this hall, there are all these doors. Each with their own label. Not just a label, but a preprinted sign that said really important things like stock room number 1, stock room number 2, janitor supply closet etc. I thought it had to be some kind of joke. It as though some b-grade comedy movie was filmed there. So, if you need pens, go to the Office Depot on Whitney Way and check it out.
So while I was out and about today, I went to the Office Depot. That has got to be one of the weirdest stores. There was this middle aged guy who greeted me upon arrival, way to chipperly. He kind of reminded me of the suck up guy at the Friday's rip off restaurant in Office Space. So I eventually found what I was looking for, and before leaving, I stopped in the bathroom ( see Tuesday's blog). So as I'm walking down this hall, there are all these doors. Each with their own label. Not just a label, but a preprinted sign that said really important things like stock room number 1, stock room number 2, janitor supply closet etc. I thought it had to be some kind of joke. It as though some b-grade comedy movie was filmed there. So, if you need pens, go to the Office Depot on Whitney Way and check it out.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Thursday, February 4
So while I'm still working out the direction I want to take these postings as well as my life, I realized today, that at times, my mother may read this so it with that in mind that I will try to steer my thoughts and keep my rambling somewhat "G" rated. This whole line of thinking was brought about today as I was having a conversation with some married friends of mine who had provided me with dinner. Of course, in exchange for dinner, I need to provide them with exciting details of my life as a single person. Eventually, single talk turns to dating talk and that is the part they get excited to hear about. So tonight's conversation can really be summarized by one comment that innocently slipped out of my mouth, " Well, at least I haven't met a toe sucker yet." Lately, it seems like each person I meet is a little more odd than the last one.
It's so hard dating, getting to know each new person, remembering which
one eats onions, which one refuses to eat mushrooms, who can handle sarcasm, who can't. I try to bring my married friends atleast one good story whenever possible. I think they enjoy the stories more for the nicknames then the actual stories. Although entertaining, the nicknames will not be shared at this time to protect the moronic.
Tomorrow is Friday, and although I thought I would not be excited about the weekend, I am because this is when all the other people will not be working either and it will feel "normal" to not be at work. I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do with this big chance to turn in another direction because as you have all told me, when one door closes, another one opens.
It's so hard dating, getting to know each new person, remembering which
one eats onions, which one refuses to eat mushrooms, who can handle sarcasm, who can't. I try to bring my married friends atleast one good story whenever possible. I think they enjoy the stories more for the nicknames then the actual stories. Although entertaining, the nicknames will not be shared at this time to protect the moronic.
Tomorrow is Friday, and although I thought I would not be excited about the weekend, I am because this is when all the other people will not be working either and it will feel "normal" to not be at work. I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do with this big chance to turn in another direction because as you have all told me, when one door closes, another one opens.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Wednesday, February 3rd
Well, I did it. I made my own coffee this morning. After reading several sets of directions on the internet, ( again, thanks Mr. Gore for that) I felt confident that I could actually make a pot of coffee that was good. I have succeeded. YES!!
The pot pies at Gilda's were a big sucess yesterday. They are so easy to make. All you need is some cooked chicken, vegetables, canned cravy and some type of top. You can use crescent rolls, pie crusts or even those biscuits in a can I would imagine. One of the other volunteers mentioned that many people were starting to come to the end of the their treatment and were getting their appetites back, so it was a perfect meal. I was thinking how approriate it must be to be finishing chemo etc just before spring. It's neat to watch some of the people gain strength.
I heard the "morning birds" this morning. I have no idea what kind of birds they are but they usually chirp right before the sun comes up. They remind me of summer, so hopefully
it's a sign that winter is almost over.
So, here is my last bit of exciting news for today. When I was at Gilda's club yesterday, I was talking with a program director about my idea for a summer camp - many of you may have heard me rambling on about this- turns out there are some people trying to put the same idea together, so I have some contact info and might be able to get involved and see this actually happen. Who would have thought?? Stayed tuned, I might need your money. LOL.
The pot pies at Gilda's were a big sucess yesterday. They are so easy to make. All you need is some cooked chicken, vegetables, canned cravy and some type of top. You can use crescent rolls, pie crusts or even those biscuits in a can I would imagine. One of the other volunteers mentioned that many people were starting to come to the end of the their treatment and were getting their appetites back, so it was a perfect meal. I was thinking how approriate it must be to be finishing chemo etc just before spring. It's neat to watch some of the people gain strength.
I heard the "morning birds" this morning. I have no idea what kind of birds they are but they usually chirp right before the sun comes up. They remind me of summer, so hopefully
it's a sign that winter is almost over.
So, here is my last bit of exciting news for today. When I was at Gilda's club yesterday, I was talking with a program director about my idea for a summer camp - many of you may have heard me rambling on about this- turns out there are some people trying to put the same idea together, so I have some contact info and might be able to get involved and see this actually happen. Who would have thought?? Stayed tuned, I might need your money. LOL.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Tuesday, February 2
I am so excited that today is Groundhog Day. After seeing that movie so many times, I'm always hopeful that this day will be the one day of the whole year that is unlike anyother.
I want to talk about something today that maybe taboo, but I'm going to put it out there. I want to talk about toilet paper. Like most people, I have come to know how long a certain amount of toilet paper will last and "budget" accordingly. Now that I "work from home", I am going through an insane amount of toilet paper. It's crazy. I had no idea how much going to work was saving me in TP. I guess the only solution is to make an effort to go the bathroom everytime I leave the house. This of course
is going to subject me to many, many public bathrooms. Which means I may need to up my use of hand sanitizer. So then I'm going to have weigh out the difference in price between hand sanitizer versus the extra toilet paper.
I have big plans for today. I am meeting a friend this morning and then this afternoon, I'm going to Gilda's to help prepare dinner family night. I have to say, that is one of my favorite things I do. Every Tuesday, this Gilda's club makes dinner for about 40-50 people who are affected by cancer ( either they have it or a loved one does) before they go to their support groups. They are always so genuinely grateful for dinner. Being there always puts things in prospective. It reminds you that things could always be worse. If you have a chance, read Gilda's book, "It's always something." It's quite a story.
I want to talk about something today that maybe taboo, but I'm going to put it out there. I want to talk about toilet paper. Like most people, I have come to know how long a certain amount of toilet paper will last and "budget" accordingly. Now that I "work from home", I am going through an insane amount of toilet paper. It's crazy. I had no idea how much going to work was saving me in TP. I guess the only solution is to make an effort to go the bathroom everytime I leave the house. This of course
is going to subject me to many, many public bathrooms. Which means I may need to up my use of hand sanitizer. So then I'm going to have weigh out the difference in price between hand sanitizer versus the extra toilet paper.
I have big plans for today. I am meeting a friend this morning and then this afternoon, I'm going to Gilda's to help prepare dinner family night. I have to say, that is one of my favorite things I do. Every Tuesday, this Gilda's club makes dinner for about 40-50 people who are affected by cancer ( either they have it or a loved one does) before they go to their support groups. They are always so genuinely grateful for dinner. Being there always puts things in prospective. It reminds you that things could always be worse. If you have a chance, read Gilda's book, "It's always something." It's quite a story.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Monday, February 1
Well here I am, the start of my first whole week "working from home."
I was excited that I received 2 more emails indicating acceptance of my "linkedin" invites by 7:47am this morning.
This re-affirms that I am spending my days the approriate way - wake up at the crack of dawn like always and then immediately begin checking email and reading the internet.
So far my favorite email today is one received at 10:17 offering me pet insurance. I can't believe that I have lived 35 years without insuring my cats, which for the record, there are only 2 of. As we all know, a third one, would greatly impede my chances of finding my first husband.
I think it's important to have some goals during this time of transition.
This week my goals include:
I was excited that I received 2 more emails indicating acceptance of my "linkedin" invites by 7:47am this morning.
This re-affirms that I am spending my days the approriate way - wake up at the crack of dawn like always and then immediately begin checking email and reading the internet.
So far my favorite email today is one received at 10:17 offering me pet insurance. I can't believe that I have lived 35 years without insuring my cats, which for the record, there are only 2 of. As we all know, a third one, would greatly impede my chances of finding my first husband.
I think it's important to have some goals during this time of transition.
This week my goals include:
- Watching Gorillas in Mist - this is specifically for my friend Kaelin
- Obtaining a copy of Catcher in the Rye
- Applying for 2 jobs to appease the unemployment people
Starting a blogDONE!
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