Do you believe in magic in a young girl's heart
How the music can free her, whenever it starts
And it's magic, if the music is groovy
This morning I went down into the twenty-five degree cold to warm my car up. I opened the door, sat sideways, seperated my keys from keyless entry button and cranked my car. Little to my decaffeinated brain did I remember that I was last playing my new John Williams CD in it REALLY LOUDLY. The car cranked and and the ochestral theme of "Super Man" came blaring out of my speakers. My first thought was: oh no, my car in mid-flight! I must have really believed this because I pulled the emergency brake while my heart about beat right out of my chest!
Yeah, I was laughing all the way back up the stairs to my apartment at my startledness.
Friday, January 28, 2005
Thursday, January 27, 2005
She's got legs, she knows how to use them.
She never begs, she knows how to choose them.--ZZ TOP
So I have started wearing hose in the office. Now to some of you this is something of a standard. When in an office setting, dress professionally. However, in my office there is not a dress code of any kind. Men wear jeans and the women typically can be found in flowered, striped, college insignia scrubs. This is apparently common place in the healthcare industry. Though, I have heard that at Grady Hospital they are implementing the white uniforms for their nurses to distinguish them from the patients, however that is not true here. There is no way to distinguish a visitor from a new employee from management. They are equally set in dress: jeans, a t-shirt and sometimes even a ball cap. I fell to this standard. I fell into the "I'm a slob" category for some time. Then I started to care and began to wear khakis instead of jeans and blouses instead of t-shirts and sweat shirts. No one noticed. Not one person. Then, an eskimo gave me handme downs. It had two beautiful wool skirts in it. Simultaneously, another eskimo took me shopping and there was a khaki skirt and blue skirt for $16.50 a piece. At home, I had collected a long black skirt and a short black skirt for "special occasions," a plaid skirt for interviews and a couple of long khaki skirts for church. So now in my closet are about seven to nine skirts at any given moment. I took the next step. Two years ago I didn't own a skirt. I have almost ten now. The thing that I don't like about skirts (and my mother will even tell you this) is that they make my butt cold. I also have a hard time with the whole hose and slip thing. But, yes, I took the next step in women's professional dress and moved from khaki pants to skirts. Now, no one noticed the lack of jeans, but every one noticed the extention of legs. Everyone. My superboss is quick to point out something on my outfit she likes because she wants to manipulate me out of my professional dress because I am showing her up. Strangely enough, she has stepped out of scrubs and into khakis and nice blouses. On a rare occasion she too steps into skirts. She even noticed my legs peering out in suntan, controltopped, enhanced toe hose at different lengths from knee to ankle skirt. In the day, an ankle showing was a scandalous thing: now I know why.
She never begs, she knows how to choose them.--ZZ TOP
So I have started wearing hose in the office. Now to some of you this is something of a standard. When in an office setting, dress professionally. However, in my office there is not a dress code of any kind. Men wear jeans and the women typically can be found in flowered, striped, college insignia scrubs. This is apparently common place in the healthcare industry. Though, I have heard that at Grady Hospital they are implementing the white uniforms for their nurses to distinguish them from the patients, however that is not true here. There is no way to distinguish a visitor from a new employee from management. They are equally set in dress: jeans, a t-shirt and sometimes even a ball cap. I fell to this standard. I fell into the "I'm a slob" category for some time. Then I started to care and began to wear khakis instead of jeans and blouses instead of t-shirts and sweat shirts. No one noticed. Not one person. Then, an eskimo gave me handme downs. It had two beautiful wool skirts in it. Simultaneously, another eskimo took me shopping and there was a khaki skirt and blue skirt for $16.50 a piece. At home, I had collected a long black skirt and a short black skirt for "special occasions," a plaid skirt for interviews and a couple of long khaki skirts for church. So now in my closet are about seven to nine skirts at any given moment. I took the next step. Two years ago I didn't own a skirt. I have almost ten now. The thing that I don't like about skirts (and my mother will even tell you this) is that they make my butt cold. I also have a hard time with the whole hose and slip thing. But, yes, I took the next step in women's professional dress and moved from khaki pants to skirts. Now, no one noticed the lack of jeans, but every one noticed the extention of legs. Everyone. My superboss is quick to point out something on my outfit she likes because she wants to manipulate me out of my professional dress because I am showing her up. Strangely enough, she has stepped out of scrubs and into khakis and nice blouses. On a rare occasion she too steps into skirts. She even noticed my legs peering out in suntan, controltopped, enhanced toe hose at different lengths from knee to ankle skirt. In the day, an ankle showing was a scandalous thing: now I know why.
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Hit the ro-oad Jack,
And don't ya come back nomore,
No more, no more, No more,
Hit the ro-oad Jack,
And don't ya come back no more. . .
I remember when my Dad told my brother to go hit the road at the Avondale house. He walked out to the road, smacked it with his hand, came back to my Dad and said in a cute little kid voice, "Now what do I do?Can I . . . " He had a crinkle across his forehead like " You meanie, I have no idea what you are telling me to do, but that seemed really mean." It was very funny.
Last night I was called into work. They fired this couple that works there who are dredful servers and slackers for workers. That is not what they told them to let them go, but it is the truth. They called me to cover the empty shift. Unfortunately, they told the guy out of the couple and told him to pass the word to his gal. He is really laid back and just a whatever kind of person. She is the brute of the relationship and came flying in mid-shift. She was in this large pink jacket with a pink and yellow boa and a cutesy pink skull cap with her hair pigtailed out even though it only comes to her shoulders. She was so cute, except that with her fury she turned from cute to a pink tornado with feathers flying out everywhere, squawking like a chicken! She pitched a fit even though there was no one there to pitch a fit to because the managers had already taken off for the night. She kept looking at me and the other servers with a squawk trying to find out why she had been fired. It took everything I had not to say: "why do most people get fired?" I know that when I get fired it is because those in charge generally think that I suck at my job or I actually do suck at my job. I felt bad that they got some lame excuse instead of the truth. Although, everytime I have been fired, I don't know that I have ever gotten the truth either. It feels aweful too: knowing you are being lied to and being fired. I was proud of myself for holding my tongue and recognizing it was not my place to manage the situation. I just kept right on working and let the feathers fly.
And don't ya come back nomore,
No more, no more, No more,
Hit the ro-oad Jack,
And don't ya come back no more. . .
I remember when my Dad told my brother to go hit the road at the Avondale house. He walked out to the road, smacked it with his hand, came back to my Dad and said in a cute little kid voice, "Now what do I do?Can I . . . " He had a crinkle across his forehead like " You meanie, I have no idea what you are telling me to do, but that seemed really mean." It was very funny.
Last night I was called into work. They fired this couple that works there who are dredful servers and slackers for workers. That is not what they told them to let them go, but it is the truth. They called me to cover the empty shift. Unfortunately, they told the guy out of the couple and told him to pass the word to his gal. He is really laid back and just a whatever kind of person. She is the brute of the relationship and came flying in mid-shift. She was in this large pink jacket with a pink and yellow boa and a cutesy pink skull cap with her hair pigtailed out even though it only comes to her shoulders. She was so cute, except that with her fury she turned from cute to a pink tornado with feathers flying out everywhere, squawking like a chicken! She pitched a fit even though there was no one there to pitch a fit to because the managers had already taken off for the night. She kept looking at me and the other servers with a squawk trying to find out why she had been fired. It took everything I had not to say: "why do most people get fired?" I know that when I get fired it is because those in charge generally think that I suck at my job or I actually do suck at my job. I felt bad that they got some lame excuse instead of the truth. Although, everytime I have been fired, I don't know that I have ever gotten the truth either. It feels aweful too: knowing you are being lied to and being fired. I was proud of myself for holding my tongue and recognizing it was not my place to manage the situation. I just kept right on working and let the feathers fly.
Friday, January 21, 2005
Yours is the aim to make this grand coun-try grand-er,This you will do, That's our strong, firm be-lief.__Hail to the one we se-lect-ed as com-mand-er,Hail to the Pres-i-dent! Hail to the Chief!
I had no idea there were words to this song, but so be it. In honor of the inauguration yesterday, I watched the West Wing with John. It was the episode where Donna wants her money back. It is nice to know that people think like I do (even if they aren't real!). I also was non-partisan and listened to the ceremony on the radio. It sucks that he was the chosen cadidate, but the overall process is awesome. I find that politics is a bit taboo on personal blogs too so I will conclude with this little bit: tyranny is an oppresive power exerted by government according to Websters; it doesn't say which government, could be an outside government. So does that mean the men can come home now?
I had no idea there were words to this song, but so be it. In honor of the inauguration yesterday, I watched the West Wing with John. It was the episode where Donna wants her money back. It is nice to know that people think like I do (even if they aren't real!). I also was non-partisan and listened to the ceremony on the radio. It sucks that he was the chosen cadidate, but the overall process is awesome. I find that politics is a bit taboo on personal blogs too so I will conclude with this little bit: tyranny is an oppresive power exerted by government according to Websters; it doesn't say which government, could be an outside government. So does that mean the men can come home now?
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Mikey is cool....so is Cinderella AND THE LION KING!!! WOW!!
Got back on Monday and didn't go to work til Tuesday. I am grateful this week is almost over. I am tired and cranky and have had a hard week at work. I am trying desperately not to talk about work on my blog as I have learned from others that you can be fired for blogging. This may be true, except that means that those who were fired worked with people intelligent enough to know what a blog is. I don't. I am unhapppy....I am miserable in my employment and am desperate to try something new. I sent out something like ten or fifteen resumes today. Hopefully, I will not be miserable much longer. I grateful for my job because of all the benefits it contains, however the defects are pretty powerful. Not powerful enough for me to leave, but enough for me to be miserable. Hopefully, something will come through. I have heard that it is possible to have a job that is satisfying and sometimes even fulfilling, I would love to love my job. That would make daily events more. . . eventful. I am glad it is a short week. That means that I will make it til Saturday! Hurray. Tomorrow is Friday. Weigh in day...oh I hope I lost at least a pound, but I think going to Disney may have put a crimp in my style. We shall see.
Got back on Monday and didn't go to work til Tuesday. I am grateful this week is almost over. I am tired and cranky and have had a hard week at work. I am trying desperately not to talk about work on my blog as I have learned from others that you can be fired for blogging. This may be true, except that means that those who were fired worked with people intelligent enough to know what a blog is. I don't. I am unhapppy....I am miserable in my employment and am desperate to try something new. I sent out something like ten or fifteen resumes today. Hopefully, I will not be miserable much longer. I grateful for my job because of all the benefits it contains, however the defects are pretty powerful. Not powerful enough for me to leave, but enough for me to be miserable. Hopefully, something will come through. I have heard that it is possible to have a job that is satisfying and sometimes even fulfilling, I would love to love my job. That would make daily events more. . . eventful. I am glad it is a short week. That means that I will make it til Saturday! Hurray. Tomorrow is Friday. Weigh in day...oh I hope I lost at least a pound, but I think going to Disney may have put a crimp in my style. We shall see.
Thursday, January 13, 2005
"You've just won the world series...now what are you going to do?"
"You've just won the NBA national championship...now what are you going to do?"
"You've just won a million dollars...now what are you going to do?"
So today I stopped at a gas station for gas and breakfast on my way to Peachtree City. The Indian Prince behind the counter politely asked, "Did you just wake up?"
"No, I replied, just not enough coffee yet." "Are you on your way to work?" he asked.
I smiled and looked up and said, "No, I am going to Disney World." He didn't believe me and looked at me as though I were a very strange girl. But today is Disney Day and "I'm Going TO DISNEY WORLD!!!" Hahahahahaha...(Sure wish I had the championships or million dollars to go with it!
"You've just won the NBA national championship...now what are you going to do?"
"You've just won a million dollars...now what are you going to do?"
So today I stopped at a gas station for gas and breakfast on my way to Peachtree City. The Indian Prince behind the counter politely asked, "Did you just wake up?"
"No, I replied, just not enough coffee yet." "Are you on your way to work?" he asked.
I smiled and looked up and said, "No, I am going to Disney World." He didn't believe me and looked at me as though I were a very strange girl. But today is Disney Day and "I'm Going TO DISNEY WORLD!!!" Hahahahahaha...(Sure wish I had the championships or million dollars to go with it!
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
M...I...C...See you real soon....K...E..Y....Why because we like you!
M..O...U...S...E........
Less that twenty four hours till D-Day.....Sent out a resume yesterday....Ran a mile, 80 situps....Don't know how I will do at the amusement park, but I hope all the walking will pay off. Babysat Iris last night. She found the trampeline. I have never seen a happier child than Iris bounding across a mat and flying through the air at the same time. She grinned and giggled and broke out in hysterical laughter when she fell down. All I could think was that we should add bubbles.
M..O...U...S...E........
Less that twenty four hours till D-Day.....Sent out a resume yesterday....Ran a mile, 80 situps....Don't know how I will do at the amusement park, but I hope all the walking will pay off. Babysat Iris last night. She found the trampeline. I have never seen a happier child than Iris bounding across a mat and flying through the air at the same time. She grinned and giggled and broke out in hysterical laughter when she fell down. All I could think was that we should add bubbles.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
It's a world of laughter
A world of tears
It's a world of hopes
And a world of fears
There's so much that we share
That it's time we're aware
It's a small world after all
Two days till D-Day.....
Ran a mile yesterday and took 50 seconds off my time! I thought I was gonna die by the time I got back to the stairs to my apartment. Guess I have finally found my challenging pace. Did 80 situps too! Hu-Rah!
A world of tears
It's a world of hopes
And a world of fears
There's so much that we share
That it's time we're aware
It's a small world after all
Two days till D-Day.....
Ran a mile yesterday and took 50 seconds off my time! I thought I was gonna die by the time I got back to the stairs to my apartment. Guess I have finally found my challenging pace. Did 80 situps too! Hu-Rah!
Monday, January 10, 2005
She wears a coat of color
Loved by some, feared by others
Hahaha! Still running....I ran on Sunday and cut 45 seconds off my time AND did 80 situps! yeah, yeah, yeah.....
Saturday I had breakfast with a friend in the little cafe beneath my apartment. Then, John's son showed up and I consoled him over his break up with a gal by hanging out and drinking coffee in the same cafe. I was there for two hours or something. I am ready for the coffee shop to open back up. At least then my hangout time would make sense! (Will be tomorrow!) Hurray! I worked on Saturday night and made good money for the small amount of tables I had. Sunday I had breakfast with the boys and went home to a sick stomach...sad. I think I am going to have to stop eating greasy foods. Once my tummy felt better (after Cold Mountain was over!) I talked to Mom and went running. I am looking forward to Disney and have already begun packing. I have a few Walmart items to snag, but overall I am looking forward to being in the sun with eighty degree weather and breakfast with Mickey! Will have to be very careful with the whole Disney and losing weight thing, but it is totally feasible. Won't weigh in again until next Friday. That is good though because it keeps me from being super obsessive and I am able to leave it at a normal obsessive level.
Loved by some, feared by others
Hahaha! Still running....I ran on Sunday and cut 45 seconds off my time AND did 80 situps! yeah, yeah, yeah.....
Saturday I had breakfast with a friend in the little cafe beneath my apartment. Then, John's son showed up and I consoled him over his break up with a gal by hanging out and drinking coffee in the same cafe. I was there for two hours or something. I am ready for the coffee shop to open back up. At least then my hangout time would make sense! (Will be tomorrow!) Hurray! I worked on Saturday night and made good money for the small amount of tables I had. Sunday I had breakfast with the boys and went home to a sick stomach...sad. I think I am going to have to stop eating greasy foods. Once my tummy felt better (after Cold Mountain was over!) I talked to Mom and went running. I am looking forward to Disney and have already begun packing. I have a few Walmart items to snag, but overall I am looking forward to being in the sun with eighty degree weather and breakfast with Mickey! Will have to be very careful with the whole Disney and losing weight thing, but it is totally feasible. Won't weigh in again until next Friday. That is good though because it keeps me from being super obsessive and I am able to leave it at a normal obsessive level.
Friday, January 07, 2005
Thursday, January 06, 2005
Hands on a window pane
Watching some children laugh and play
They're running in circles
With candy canes and French braids
Inspired to question:
What makes us grown-ups anyway?
Okay, so obviously something happened for me not to post for a week right? Well I wish I could say that I won the lottery or something exciting and haven't been available, but nothing is ever as interesting. My router at work burned up and we have been without for a week. My precious access to the cyber highway was eliminated. So this post will be short (maybe) and sweet and summarize:
Wed, 12/29/2004: Work and more work(slammed at second work).
Thursday, 12/30/2004: Work and you guessed it, more work. The first job didn't pay me, but they paid everyone else. Was a bit ticked that they forgot me while doing payroll. So I took the last hour to go get my check at the payroll office in Cornelia. Second work was so slammed that my head was spinning and if one more seven top without a reservation walked in I might scream.
Friday, 12/31/2004: Work, Sweetwater and more work. Weighed in for the great weight challenge at work. Prize is $500 for highest percentage body weight lost. I am gonna get it for no other reason that the women in the office being ugly to me about it. Spite is a terrific motivation for losing weight. Got out of the first work early only to find that Sweetwater was closing for ten days to add on to their home (sad, no coffee for two weeks!), but was grateful that I got there a day prior to the closing so was able to get a fix. Then went to second work to find out that New Year's is not always the big money in Clarkesville that Atlanta is and I cried because I didn't get paid...again. Rang in the New Year with John at our friends' house, Nicky and Ginger.
Saturday, 01/01/2004: Slept in like a mad woman. Did nothing all day recooping from work and more work and not getting paid. Played nickel/dime poker at Meg's that evening and lost all my nickels to Nicky. Was a good time to be had though and was grateful to get to play with friends.
Sunday, 01/02/2004: Slept in. Went to breakfast with the boys (John's sons and John) and went to district meeting. Went to the new Lowe's (wow it is big) and got a new halogen light bulb for my lamp. Went home and turns out there was a short in the lamp and the bulb was fine. Thank goodness John is handy enough to fix it and did so!
Monday, 01/03/2004: SLEPT IN AGAIN! Had the day off. Went with John to show a house out in Hollywood! Hahaha. I love that I can go to Hollywood whenever I want. Watched "Street Car Named Desire" and found out how crazy Vivien Leigh is and how sexy Marlon Brando was. Hubbahubba. Ran a mile and did forty situps.
Tuesday, 01/04/2004: Early to bed (10pm), early to rise(5:50am), makes a woman healthy (ran a mile and did forty situps), wealthy (will win $500) and wise (will keep shopping for another job, gotta stick with what I got though!).
Wednesday, 01/05/2004: Prayed to God not to fire me but to give me a way out, an opportunity for something new in employment. Meditative reading was on being prepared to make my move when it came available. Was fussed at by boss because she has nothing to fuss at me for lately and was made cry and told not to cry that we can handle this like adults (guess I don't qualify since I was the one crying). Prayed harder that God would let me outta here. Went to other work: talk about dead: made $24. Never made that little ever. Was clocked out by 9pm and we close at 9pm. John mentions to me on the phone that his lawyer buddy is looking for a legal secretary and wants to know if I am interested. I jump out of my skin: DO INDEED BE A GOD!
Watching some children laugh and play
They're running in circles
With candy canes and French braids
Inspired to question:
What makes us grown-ups anyway?
Okay, so obviously something happened for me not to post for a week right? Well I wish I could say that I won the lottery or something exciting and haven't been available, but nothing is ever as interesting. My router at work burned up and we have been without for a week. My precious access to the cyber highway was eliminated. So this post will be short (maybe) and sweet and summarize:
Wed, 12/29/2004: Work and more work(slammed at second work).
Thursday, 12/30/2004: Work and you guessed it, more work. The first job didn't pay me, but they paid everyone else. Was a bit ticked that they forgot me while doing payroll. So I took the last hour to go get my check at the payroll office in Cornelia. Second work was so slammed that my head was spinning and if one more seven top without a reservation walked in I might scream.
Friday, 12/31/2004: Work, Sweetwater and more work. Weighed in for the great weight challenge at work. Prize is $500 for highest percentage body weight lost. I am gonna get it for no other reason that the women in the office being ugly to me about it. Spite is a terrific motivation for losing weight. Got out of the first work early only to find that Sweetwater was closing for ten days to add on to their home (sad, no coffee for two weeks!), but was grateful that I got there a day prior to the closing so was able to get a fix. Then went to second work to find out that New Year's is not always the big money in Clarkesville that Atlanta is and I cried because I didn't get paid...again. Rang in the New Year with John at our friends' house, Nicky and Ginger.
Saturday, 01/01/2004: Slept in like a mad woman. Did nothing all day recooping from work and more work and not getting paid. Played nickel/dime poker at Meg's that evening and lost all my nickels to Nicky. Was a good time to be had though and was grateful to get to play with friends.
Sunday, 01/02/2004: Slept in. Went to breakfast with the boys (John's sons and John) and went to district meeting. Went to the new Lowe's (wow it is big) and got a new halogen light bulb for my lamp. Went home and turns out there was a short in the lamp and the bulb was fine. Thank goodness John is handy enough to fix it and did so!
Monday, 01/03/2004: SLEPT IN AGAIN! Had the day off. Went with John to show a house out in Hollywood! Hahaha. I love that I can go to Hollywood whenever I want. Watched "Street Car Named Desire" and found out how crazy Vivien Leigh is and how sexy Marlon Brando was. Hubbahubba. Ran a mile and did forty situps.
Tuesday, 01/04/2004: Early to bed (10pm), early to rise(5:50am), makes a woman healthy (ran a mile and did forty situps), wealthy (will win $500) and wise (will keep shopping for another job, gotta stick with what I got though!).
Wednesday, 01/05/2004: Prayed to God not to fire me but to give me a way out, an opportunity for something new in employment. Meditative reading was on being prepared to make my move when it came available. Was fussed at by boss because she has nothing to fuss at me for lately and was made cry and told not to cry that we can handle this like adults (guess I don't qualify since I was the one crying). Prayed harder that God would let me outta here. Went to other work: talk about dead: made $24. Never made that little ever. Was clocked out by 9pm and we close at 9pm. John mentions to me on the phone that his lawyer buddy is looking for a legal secretary and wants to know if I am interested. I jump out of my skin: DO INDEED BE A GOD!
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