Once again I face the Christmas "I don't know" gremlins. Money is a huge disadvantage this year, as was last year and that always makes shopping a huge chore for the holidays. I hate not having a plan. The guys are no help either. They can't come up with anything they want for Christmas... unless you count one of the wanting a bed.... which isn't going to happen.
He has a bed, it's just that it's a twin bed he has had since he was a younger (and much shorter) kid. But damn, beds aren't cheap! Not gonna happen this year son...
So, I'm planless, again. Bleh.
Only 2 of the 3 sons will be home this year, and I have yet to find stuff to fill up a box, much less ship a Christmas box to the son stationed in Japan. If I don't figure out something soon, he will be opening a box sometime in February.
Bleh, bleh bleh. Bah humbug and all that.
I need a plan!
Monday, December 06, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
Turkey Coma, day two
It was a much quieter Thanksgiving than I care for around here.... but it was nice nonetheless. I cooked two turkeys, two sweat potatoe souffle, two pans of dressing, mashed potatoes and a new string bean dish and other assorted side items, making sure the son who lives in Athens, Ga had enough leftovers to take home, thus doing my motherly duty of sending him home on a full stomach and with enough food to feed him for a month at least.
I wish I was part of a loud Italian or Greek family.... Where there is alot of screaming and fighting and craziness around the holidays. Hmmm.... Maybe not, there might not be leftovers..... Wait, yes. Definitely yes. And, I want to host the holidays at my house. Yep, I do.
I also want to have money so that I can get up at 1am to get to stores to shop for Black Friday.
But I have neither the large family nor the money to engage in Black Friday madness, so instead I will go fix another heaping plate of leftovers and descend blissfully into a turkey coma, phase two.
I wish I was part of a loud Italian or Greek family.... Where there is alot of screaming and fighting and craziness around the holidays. Hmmm.... Maybe not, there might not be leftovers..... Wait, yes. Definitely yes. And, I want to host the holidays at my house. Yep, I do.
I also want to have money so that I can get up at 1am to get to stores to shop for Black Friday.
But I have neither the large family nor the money to engage in Black Friday madness, so instead I will go fix another heaping plate of leftovers and descend blissfully into a turkey coma, phase two.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Accident waiting to happen
I was tired, but went to BBQ and Whirly ball anyway.
The BBQ was good, but the band (a really good blues band) was too loud to do any chatting with the folks there. I was tired, it was a long week at work, though I don't know why, nothing unusual went on for the week.
So on to Whirlyball. I opted out of getting into a bumper car and having other people slam into me. It actually reminded me of the car wreck I had, and I thought... hmmmm..... not sure I am in the mood to relive that, even on a small scale. I'm just a party pooper I guess.
I watched a few of the games and went home.
But tired or not, I went.... which is a step up from my normal routine of being tired and just going home.
The BBQ was good, but the band (a really good blues band) was too loud to do any chatting with the folks there. I was tired, it was a long week at work, though I don't know why, nothing unusual went on for the week.
So on to Whirlyball. I opted out of getting into a bumper car and having other people slam into me. It actually reminded me of the car wreck I had, and I thought... hmmmm..... not sure I am in the mood to relive that, even on a small scale. I'm just a party pooper I guess.
I watched a few of the games and went home.
But tired or not, I went.... which is a step up from my normal routine of being tired and just going home.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
I have to get better shoes.
Salsa lessons rock! I enjoyed those moves much more than Samba moves. There were less people this week, but the lessons were still great fun.
After lessons the group went to a trendy sushi restaurant. I don't care for sushi, or spicey foods, but their menu was expansive and delicious.... and the place was 9/10 empty. You realize how the lifestyle/economy has changed when walk into an awesome restaurant and nobody is in there.
Afterwards the group wanted to go dancing. The choices everyone offered were crazy. It seems, according to some, The Holiday Inn down the road was the place to go....
O.M.G. Ok.... What can I say about the H.I. It is THE place... the place for the over 70 crowd to dance. Seriously. And no denim is allowed. It was funny/weird/awful/interesting... a little bit of everything. Remind me when the wrinkles get too bad, to never, EVER wear pancake makeup. It was both sad to see older women (and remember I am old!) squeezed into spandex, cake on makeup, and get all dolled up, ignoring the fact time had marched on. But it was also nice to see that life doesn't end at any age, and flirting and dancing at any (chronological) age still happens. So after the initial "Are you kidding me?!" look I gave to the folks that wanted to go there, I might actually go back with a group one night. It looked like a nice group that was there and most importantly, least we forget.... older men know how to dance! Not that blasted rocking back and forth stuff so many call dancing. Older me, they've got moves!
Unfortunately some of us were wearing jeans, and weren't allowed in, so off we all went in search of dancing.
We arrived at a small bar/restaurant that was what can only be described as, a meat market. I had forgotten what those felt like. EWWW. There was live music, which was really good, but when you try to squeeze 200 people in a bar the size of a postage stamp, it becomes unbearable. None of us were in the mood to play meat market, and dancing was impossible so off we went again.
This time we ended up at a large club that's been in Atl forever. And there we danced, and danced and danced.
I hobbled in my house at around 3am. Today there is bowling.... I don't think my feet can take it.
I've not signed up for anything else yet, but I will. This has been too fun, getting out and meeting some new people!
Salsa lessons rock! I enjoyed those moves much more than Samba moves. There were less people this week, but the lessons were still great fun.
After lessons the group went to a trendy sushi restaurant. I don't care for sushi, or spicey foods, but their menu was expansive and delicious.... and the place was 9/10 empty. You realize how the lifestyle/economy has changed when walk into an awesome restaurant and nobody is in there.
Afterwards the group wanted to go dancing. The choices everyone offered were crazy. It seems, according to some, The Holiday Inn down the road was the place to go....
O.M.G. Ok.... What can I say about the H.I. It is THE place... the place for the over 70 crowd to dance. Seriously. And no denim is allowed. It was funny/weird/awful/interesting... a little bit of everything. Remind me when the wrinkles get too bad, to never, EVER wear pancake makeup. It was both sad to see older women (and remember I am old!) squeezed into spandex, cake on makeup, and get all dolled up, ignoring the fact time had marched on. But it was also nice to see that life doesn't end at any age, and flirting and dancing at any (chronological) age still happens. So after the initial "Are you kidding me?!" look I gave to the folks that wanted to go there, I might actually go back with a group one night. It looked like a nice group that was there and most importantly, least we forget.... older men know how to dance! Not that blasted rocking back and forth stuff so many call dancing. Older me, they've got moves!
Unfortunately some of us were wearing jeans, and weren't allowed in, so off we all went in search of dancing.
We arrived at a small bar/restaurant that was what can only be described as, a meat market. I had forgotten what those felt like. EWWW. There was live music, which was really good, but when you try to squeeze 200 people in a bar the size of a postage stamp, it becomes unbearable. None of us were in the mood to play meat market, and dancing was impossible so off we went again.
This time we ended up at a large club that's been in Atl forever. And there we danced, and danced and danced.
I hobbled in my house at around 3am. Today there is bowling.... I don't think my feet can take it.
I've not signed up for anything else yet, but I will. This has been too fun, getting out and meeting some new people!
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Happy Hour
I tried out one of the happy hour gatherings on Wednesday, after work.
On the drive there, I went through my usual spiel in my head...... "This is stupid... why are you doing this? I'm too tired to go. I won't know anyone. I don't even drink. What the heck will I talk about? I'm too old to be going to bars. This is stupid...." ok I repeated that one. Normally that one is the one that makes me point the car home.
But instead, I went anyway and actually had a pretty fun time. I guess about 80 people showed up and I met a few more women, all who were really nice and fun to talk to. I didn't really chat up the men.... in fact I kinda carefully avoided making eye contact with most of them. I'm getting out to make friendships, not meet men. Just not interested or motivated . Besides, if I wanted a guy, I could call up the barely 30 something I was kinda involved with months ago.... Oh, I forgot to mention him didn't I.
.... oh yea, I so robbed that cradle.
Anyway..... tomorrow night is Salsa lesson night. Should be fun!
On the drive there, I went through my usual spiel in my head...... "This is stupid... why are you doing this? I'm too tired to go. I won't know anyone. I don't even drink. What the heck will I talk about? I'm too old to be going to bars. This is stupid...." ok I repeated that one. Normally that one is the one that makes me point the car home.
But instead, I went anyway and actually had a pretty fun time. I guess about 80 people showed up and I met a few more women, all who were really nice and fun to talk to. I didn't really chat up the men.... in fact I kinda carefully avoided making eye contact with most of them. I'm getting out to make friendships, not meet men. Just not interested or motivated . Besides, if I wanted a guy, I could call up the barely 30 something I was kinda involved with months ago.... Oh, I forgot to mention him didn't I.
.... oh yea, I so robbed that cradle.
Anyway..... tomorrow night is Salsa lesson night. Should be fun!
Friday, November 05, 2010
Twinkle Toes
1,2,3 1,2,3, Samba lessons were tonight. 1,2,3, 1,2,3, 1,2,3. I can't keep 4/4 time, so imagine me latin dancing... it wasn't pretty. It sure felt good though to be out and doing something with real folks.
But OOOOOOHHHHHH my achin tootsies.
The teacher was really good. It was basically Samba for dummies. Perfect!
After a long week, and being a slug for a few years, I was exhausted after the hour long class.
....but it seems, I wasn't the only one, the whole class worked up quite a sweat.
I still can't dance, but at least I'm "can't dancing" with real people.
Now home, with a cup of coffee to drink and ymmmmmm warm water to soak my tired feet in... Damn, I'm getting old, but who cares, my feet are thanking me.
and tomorrow.... sleeping in. Happy Saturday!
But OOOOOOHHHHHH my achin tootsies.
The teacher was really good. It was basically Samba for dummies. Perfect!
After a long week, and being a slug for a few years, I was exhausted after the hour long class.
....but it seems, I wasn't the only one, the whole class worked up quite a sweat.
I still can't dance, but at least I'm "can't dancing" with real people.
Now home, with a cup of coffee to drink and ymmmmmm warm water to soak my tired feet in... Damn, I'm getting old, but who cares, my feet are thanking me.
and tomorrow.... sleeping in. Happy Saturday!
From the "Too good to pass up" file
An actual letter from an Austin, Texas woman sent to Proctor and Gamble regarding one of their feminine hygiene products. She really gets rolling after the first paragraph. This was PC Magazine's 2009 "Editors' Choice award-winner" for the best letter sent via e-mail.
Dear Mr. Thatcher,
I have been a loyal user of your 'Always' maxi-pads for over 20 years and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts.
But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.
Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the month is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call 'an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.'
Isn't the human body amazing?
As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customer's monthly visits from 'Aunt Flo'. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women
The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants... Which brings me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: 'Have a Happy Period.'
Are you f------ kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness, is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak, there will never be anything 'happy' about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory.
For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like 'Put down the Hammer' or 'Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong'.
Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bull---t. And that's a promise I will keep.
Always,
(removed the name)
Austin, TX
Dear Mr. Thatcher,
I have been a loyal user of your 'Always' maxi-pads for over 20 years and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts.
But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.
Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the month is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call 'an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.'
Isn't the human body amazing?
As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customer's monthly visits from 'Aunt Flo'. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women
The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants... Which brings me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: 'Have a Happy Period.'
Are you f------ kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness, is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak, there will never be anything 'happy' about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory.
For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like 'Put down the Hammer' or 'Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong'.
Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bull---t. And that's a promise I will keep.
Always,
(removed the name)
Austin, TX
Monday, November 01, 2010
Zombie Attack
This years' theme for the foyer was spiders. I always like to decorate the foyer so the trick-o-treaters have something fun to look at when they come to call. It looked really good this year, lots of candles, dry ice bubbling and boiling, sending a silky cloud floating out and around the room. I heard lots of "Oh that's cool!" So that always makes all the prep worth it. :)
Son3 (pictured here and named #3 only because of birth order) had a Halloween party here, again. Every year I say, "No more parties here!" and yea well ..... that never happens. I always relent and open the house up to a horde of young adults who's idea of having a party involves little more than drinking until you're senseless. Food? not usually. Music? sometimes. Liquor? just enough to supply a third world country.
But over these many years they know and follow the house rules: You must be 21 to drink. And, If You drink, you find a pillow, a blanket, a piece of floor, couch or spare room and you stay until the morning. You do not drink and drive. End of discussion.
Last night's party was tame compared to some of the previous parties. I only heard the "Zulu warrior" drinking song a few times.... or maybe I managed to sleep through the subsequent never ending rounds. One thing with this group of (son's) friends, they get into the spirit of any holiday. Costumes were mandatory and everyone looked awesome.
Last night's party was tame compared to some of the previous parties. I only heard the "Zulu warrior" drinking song a few times.... or maybe I managed to sleep through the subsequent never ending rounds. One thing with this group of (son's) friends, they get into the spirit of any holiday. Costumes were mandatory and everyone looked awesome.
The party was scheduled to begin around 9pm, so those who arrived early (and were sober) were given the task of handing out candy. Jared, who is like 6' 5" tall greeted the neighborhood trick-o-treaters and they loved him. I figured the Zombies would probably scare the little ones, so for the early trick-o-treaters I let the Nuns do door duty, since they hadn't had their turn to get Zombified. As the night drew on however, the Zombies took over door duty for the older trick-o-treater kids and the Zombies were a big hit too.
I locked myself in my room at 9:30pm, said a prayer that no candles would set the house on fire, and that no Zombie would create a ruckus loud enough to raise the dead or the cops, and finally fell asleep at 1am. Yea... made for a tough 5am wake up alarm for work this morning.
I locked myself in my room at 9:30pm, said a prayer that no candles would set the house on fire, and that no Zombie would create a ruckus loud enough to raise the dead or the cops, and finally fell asleep at 1am. Yea... made for a tough 5am wake up alarm for work this morning.
5:30am.... and I hit the snooze button and woke up at 6:30. I'm supposed to leave the house at 6:45 to make it to work by 8am..... so I raced around, threw some clothes on, brushed my teeth, splashed some water on my face and raced downstairs only to find that my car keys are nowhere to be found. ARGH! No that isn't a picture of me in the morning, but it is rather close to how I felt.Zombie son had forgotten to put the keys back in my purse... GRRRRR. So like a screaming banshee that I can be, I roused the undead in the house, resisted the urge to strangle son3 and called for an all out search for the missing keys. Fortunately the keys were quickly found and I shot out the door. Welcome to Monday!
Zombie son redeemed himself however for the temporary lost key meltdown. He had made sure my car wasn't blocked in, so at least I didn't have to go back inside and rouse more walking dead to do the great car shuffle. Hmmm... could son3 actually be learning or was it blind luck? We may never know.
All in all an active weekend, and a nice change.
Next "outing" is this Friday... Samba lessons! Have I mentioned that I have two left feet?
All in all an active weekend, and a nice change.
Next "outing" is this Friday... Samba lessons! Have I mentioned that I have two left feet?
Baby Steps
The hike Saturday was really nice. The weather turned out to be perfect too, a nice cool morning warming to the 70's towards noon. The hike took about 2 hours.
I chatted like a magpie, leaving me breathless on the uphill climb. YAY for exercise and company!
There was about 27 in the hiking group, all ages (from 35 and up) and everybody was really nice. Afterwards, about 18 of us went to lunch together. All in all a fun morning.
The colors were beautiful along the river, and we saw one deer, tons of Canadian geese, a few brave souls out in the river fly fishing, and one teeeny tiny snake that still managed to give me cold shivers. I hate snakes. I should of taken a pic of the teeny thing, but even though it was small, it managed to make all reason leave my body. All I wanted to do was move on! And move on I did, rapido!
Lunch was fun, just sitting talking to people. I probably ramble on and on.... poor tablemates.
Later that evening I went to a Halloween hat party. Once again, the group was really nice. Everybody chatted with everyone. It was pot luck, which I'm not a big fan of. I always wonder about food made by people I don't know. I don't know what their kitchens are like, or their cooking habits... ewww...I know, ugly thoughts, but I can't help it. I brought a cheescake sampler platter, and stuck to muching on the deserts. I figure cookies are a pretty 'safe' bet. Besides, I was still pretty full from the french dip sandwich I had at lunch.. yummie.
The hat party was OK. It was better than going to one of the big Halloween parties that some of the groups were promoting. I just don't feel comfortable getting dressed in a costume and heading out to a bar setting with a few hundred people that I don't know. Since I don't drink, I chose the Hat Party that one of the ladies was hostessing. We mostly sat around and just chatted. They had posted they were into trivia, pictionary, charades and the like, but we never played :( I love to play games but still, sitting and chatting and eating was nice. Better than sitting home, that's for sure.
Then Sunday, Halloween ... the Zombies came out to play.......
I chatted like a magpie, leaving me breathless on the uphill climb. YAY for exercise and company!
There was about 27 in the hiking group, all ages (from 35 and up) and everybody was really nice. Afterwards, about 18 of us went to lunch together. All in all a fun morning.
The colors were beautiful along the river, and we saw one deer, tons of Canadian geese, a few brave souls out in the river fly fishing, and one teeeny tiny snake that still managed to give me cold shivers. I hate snakes. I should of taken a pic of the teeny thing, but even though it was small, it managed to make all reason leave my body. All I wanted to do was move on! And move on I did, rapido!
Lunch was fun, just sitting talking to people. I probably ramble on and on.... poor tablemates.
Later that evening I went to a Halloween hat party. Once again, the group was really nice. Everybody chatted with everyone. It was pot luck, which I'm not a big fan of. I always wonder about food made by people I don't know. I don't know what their kitchens are like, or their cooking habits... ewww...I know, ugly thoughts, but I can't help it. I brought a cheescake sampler platter, and stuck to muching on the deserts. I figure cookies are a pretty 'safe' bet. Besides, I was still pretty full from the french dip sandwich I had at lunch.. yummie.
The hat party was OK. It was better than going to one of the big Halloween parties that some of the groups were promoting. I just don't feel comfortable getting dressed in a costume and heading out to a bar setting with a few hundred people that I don't know. Since I don't drink, I chose the Hat Party that one of the ladies was hostessing. We mostly sat around and just chatted. They had posted they were into trivia, pictionary, charades and the like, but we never played :( I love to play games but still, sitting and chatting and eating was nice. Better than sitting home, that's for sure.
Then Sunday, Halloween ... the Zombies came out to play.......
Friday, October 29, 2010
The Bandwagon Rides Again
I am back on the "I'm going to get a LIFE" Bandwagon, which by the way is parked on the fat ass bumper of the "I am going to lose these 10-20 pounds" bandwagon. I know, I know.... you've heard this before. And yes, I've tried various test drives and both bandwagons have ended up on the shoulder of life's highway, tires deflated and parked up on blocks..
So a few months ago, I cranked the ole girl up and said, that's it. I'm going to get out, have some fun, at least go wander through stores and get out of the house. I am SO going to get a life again..... but I got new hardwood floors instead. Damn Home Depot for putting ideas in my head. By the way, the floors look gorgeous. Um, wrong turn.
Then last month I jumped on the "I am so going to get a LIFE" bandwagon yet again ...... and I bought a Barnes and Nobel Nook. Going to the bookstore seemed like a good idea at the time. But alas, sitting home with a Barnes and Nobel bookstore at my fingertips is not conducive to getting a life, no matter how enjoyable reading is. Um, wrong turn meets detour.
So meet this month's attempt to bring lifes' bandwagon back on the road.
I joined a social group and will be attending a river walk on Saturday with about 40 folk who are also trying to find a life. Later that evening I am attending a Halloween Hat Party and next week I signed up for Samba lessons.
I'll keep you posted on my journey as I go careening down Life's highway and let's see how long it takes before the bumpers fall off, or I run out of gas.
So a few months ago, I cranked the ole girl up and said, that's it. I'm going to get out, have some fun, at least go wander through stores and get out of the house. I am SO going to get a life again..... but I got new hardwood floors instead. Damn Home Depot for putting ideas in my head. By the way, the floors look gorgeous. Um, wrong turn.
Then last month I jumped on the "I am so going to get a LIFE" bandwagon yet again ...... and I bought a Barnes and Nobel Nook. Going to the bookstore seemed like a good idea at the time. But alas, sitting home with a Barnes and Nobel bookstore at my fingertips is not conducive to getting a life, no matter how enjoyable reading is. Um, wrong turn meets detour.
So meet this month's attempt to bring lifes' bandwagon back on the road.
I joined a social group and will be attending a river walk on Saturday with about 40 folk who are also trying to find a life. Later that evening I am attending a Halloween Hat Party and next week I signed up for Samba lessons.
I'll keep you posted on my journey as I go careening down Life's highway and let's see how long it takes before the bumpers fall off, or I run out of gas.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Trick or Treat
Oy vey!
I've had my good days at work, and my bad days at work... but they haven't fired me yet.
That's saying alot since this company doesn't hesitate to show you the door. My boss has had 9 admins in 12 years... give or take a few years or some admins that didn't last long enough to send an email that I could find.
All in all, it's a pretty sweet job.... now if I can keep it more than the 1.3 years and beat the odds. lol
But regardless.... YAY for employment! It sure beats UNemployment. that was a scarey place, and if anyone reading this is in that place.... my prayers are with you.
I had forgotten how stressful a job change can be. All new faces to learn, procedures, business model, personalities to adjust to, where the lines are drawn and how to jump back when you stray over one. Don't ask, it wasn't pretty.
So... update on the wild bunch.
Son1 is in Japan and doing well. Has his rocky moments too, and those aren't caused by the movement of the ship either. But all in all, he's hanging in there, and enjoying the hell out of exploring Japan and other countries.
Son2 is still working and ... well I don't know what else. He's livin the 20 something life... apartment, job, etc.
Son3 is working and still living at home. At least I think he lives at home, his car is in the driveway when I leave for work at 6:45am.
And me... well..... new job, new floors, and new bags under my eyes......
......I'm not aging well. PFFT!
I've had my good days at work, and my bad days at work... but they haven't fired me yet.
That's saying alot since this company doesn't hesitate to show you the door. My boss has had 9 admins in 12 years... give or take a few years or some admins that didn't last long enough to send an email that I could find.
All in all, it's a pretty sweet job.... now if I can keep it more than the 1.3 years and beat the odds. lol
But regardless.... YAY for employment! It sure beats UNemployment. that was a scarey place, and if anyone reading this is in that place.... my prayers are with you.
I had forgotten how stressful a job change can be. All new faces to learn, procedures, business model, personalities to adjust to, where the lines are drawn and how to jump back when you stray over one. Don't ask, it wasn't pretty.
So... update on the wild bunch.
Son1 is in Japan and doing well. Has his rocky moments too, and those aren't caused by the movement of the ship either. But all in all, he's hanging in there, and enjoying the hell out of exploring Japan and other countries.
Son2 is still working and ... well I don't know what else. He's livin the 20 something life... apartment, job, etc.
Son3 is working and still living at home. At least I think he lives at home, his car is in the driveway when I leave for work at 6:45am.
And me... well..... new job, new floors, and new bags under my eyes......
......I'm not aging well. PFFT!
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Life is Good
Hello my pretties!
The job is still going very well. I couldn't ask for a better boss! I was truely fortunate to have been put in the right place at the right time. I have been there for 2 months now and I think it will be a great fit. Let's hope they make me an offer I will be happy (and afford) to take. Of course, with the unemployment numbers still so high, and jobs still scare, any offer is a good one!
I cashed in the 401K (ouchies) but I bought another Jeep and paid of the charge cards... so I guess it was worth it.
They say you cant' kill a Jeep...
I say mine committed suicide by jumping in front of a big truck.
It's used, but that's the way I like my vehicles... NO PAYMENTS! Woot!
So I'm working, I have a car .... life is definitely better than it was a few months ago.
The Navy boy is out in the Pacific, stationed in Japan and deployed on a Destroyer. I think he's lovin it. I just saw on the Navy's Facebook page that they ported in South Korea. Haven't heard if he's had a chance to go into port or not.
He loves Japan and the people. I can sense he's already thinking about making Japan home. I told him that's fine as long as he sends his Momma a plane ticket to visit at least once a year :D
Maybe I should get a passport now, just in case.
I hope everyone is doing great! Send me links to your pages, or email address so that I can stay in touch.
The job is still going very well. I couldn't ask for a better boss! I was truely fortunate to have been put in the right place at the right time. I have been there for 2 months now and I think it will be a great fit. Let's hope they make me an offer I will be happy (and afford) to take. Of course, with the unemployment numbers still so high, and jobs still scare, any offer is a good one!
I cashed in the 401K (ouchies) but I bought another Jeep and paid of the charge cards... so I guess it was worth it.
They say you cant' kill a Jeep...
I say mine committed suicide by jumping in front of a big truck.
It's used, but that's the way I like my vehicles... NO PAYMENTS! Woot!
The Navy boy is out in the Pacific, stationed in Japan and deployed on a Destroyer. I think he's lovin it. I just saw on the Navy's Facebook page that they ported in South Korea. Haven't heard if he's had a chance to go into port or not.
He loves Japan and the people. I can sense he's already thinking about making Japan home. I told him that's fine as long as he sends his Momma a plane ticket to visit at least once a year :D
Maybe I should get a passport now, just in case.
I hope everyone is doing great! Send me links to your pages, or email address so that I can stay in touch.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
It is alive~!
I am now, after 7 months...
EMPLOYED!
I started a temp to perm position. The EA to the President of a lighting technology company. If all goes well, it will result in permanent.
YAY~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It was getting scarey there for a long while.
Thank you Lord for carrying me.
EMPLOYED!
I started a temp to perm position. The EA to the President of a lighting technology company. If all goes well, it will result in permanent.
YAY~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It was getting scarey there for a long while.
Thank you Lord for carrying me.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Cold
January is cold. The job market is cold and my outlook isn't much warmer.
I keep trying to imagine what it would (or will) be like to lose my house. It's a possibility.
The first thing I try to imagine is where would I go? If you don't have a job and can't make the mortgage, how do you pay for an apartment? And frankly my mortgage is about the same as an apartment's rent. Soooo..... hmmm. The solution......the idea...... It's not sinking in.
And then there's the problem of stuff. Where does all the stuff go and how does it get there?
A storage warehouse? hmmmm payment again.
And the stuff. All the years of stuff. The furniture, the knick knacks, the kids stuff, the stuff in the attic, the stuff in the garage, the stuff, stuff, stuff, STUFF.
A garage sale. Sell the stuff.
It's January. Who goes to garage sales in January. Everybody's broke anyway.
I need to crash and burn in the summer.
I hear the stories. Jingle mail. You take the small bit of stuff you can't live without and then you mail the keys to your home to the lender and just walk away. I know two people in the neighborhood here have done that.
They just left their stuff.
I keep trying to imagine what it would (or will) be like to lose my house. It's a possibility.
The first thing I try to imagine is where would I go? If you don't have a job and can't make the mortgage, how do you pay for an apartment? And frankly my mortgage is about the same as an apartment's rent. Soooo..... hmmm. The solution......the idea...... It's not sinking in.
And then there's the problem of stuff. Where does all the stuff go and how does it get there?
A storage warehouse? hmmmm payment again.
And the stuff. All the years of stuff. The furniture, the knick knacks, the kids stuff, the stuff in the attic, the stuff in the garage, the stuff, stuff, stuff, STUFF.
A garage sale. Sell the stuff.
It's January. Who goes to garage sales in January. Everybody's broke anyway.
I need to crash and burn in the summer.
I hear the stories. Jingle mail. You take the small bit of stuff you can't live without and then you mail the keys to your home to the lender and just walk away. I know two people in the neighborhood here have done that.
They just left their stuff.
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