It's been a while since I've blogged - but, I've got a column due for the magazine I write for - and I'm supposed to get a newsletter written this weekend for work - and I'm brain dead.
Where did my creativity go? Why is it that sometimes I can find inspiration in a leaf falling and other times, I can't string three words together?
When I'm under pressure it gets worse - I know my topic - I know the points I want to make but, the damn words escape me. :notworking:
I feel like
J and I went to see "Joseph & The Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat" on Thursday night. We went with the whole gang from his old company - his ex-boss gave us the tickets for Christmas.
"Joseph" was Patrick Cassidy - brother of the Partridge Family's David Cassidy - - - when I was a kid, David Cassidy was IT! - THE Man! - A Dreamboat! - the guy we bought teen magazines for! :wub2: ----
Trust me girls, as hot as David was - - way back then.... His Brother is hotter now!!!!! - LOL
I have such a day at work ahead of me - I'm on deadline with a ton of projects and I'm still interviewing potential assistants. But - this blog isn't about work, it's about people and WHAT are they thinking?
So, yesterday a woman came in for an interview. Her resume looked ok - but, a lot of the jobs she had were at call centers. Now, I realize being a telemarketer has to be almost as fun as repeatedly bopping yourself on the head. And I'm sure you do little things un consciencely when you
I really have nothing to blog about - but, J's watching some boring golf thing that I want to avoid!
Anyway - some of you know I write a monthly column for an industry publication called "Recognition Pro".
This month I was really in a bad mood when I wrote my column - but, it turned out kind of funny. You don't have to read any further, because " It's my blog and I'll blog what I want to" (sing that to the Patti Page song "It's my party and I'll cry if I want to" just for kicks) --- anyway,
Ok so, Shakespeare can sue me for my title ....
It's been a rough day.
I'm behind again at work, and too tired to deal with half the bs that goes on in the office. If our GM takes one more Friday afternoon off - I'll personally kill her. This comes from someone who hasn't taken a lunch hour in 7 years, and I've had one week of vacation TOTAL in twelve years! Yes, my family goes on vacation - (when I'm attending a convention or education seminar - for work!)
Don't start Pam - you know
My sister in law, bless her heart, was on vacation in Missouri. Sometime last week they toured Burgers' Smokehouse, and she decided to send us a ham.
Not any ham mind you, a 9 pound spiral sliced city half ham. :yikes: It was far too big to fit in my refridgerator freezer so, I had to cook it. And I had to remove the middle rack in the oven to fit it in there.
We had ham for dinner, ham and eggs for breakfast, ham sandwiches for lunch. I've got ham and scalloped potatoes in the oven a
Has anyone heard from Steph? She hasn't been on in days. I'm a perpetual worrier since the stroke and, I've tried calling her at home a number of times, and there's no answer.
#2 (my nickname for Steph) if you are on vacation and didn't tell us - I'm driving to Boston to beat the cr@p out of you for worrying me! I have other things to do you know!
Sometimes, people here don't realize how much everything they do impacts on others.
I know, (because a wise woman named Sue pointed it
Today I interviewed a number of people for my new assistant. One was extremely overqualified according to her resume.
She has two masters degrees - and was in medical research until two years ago. She told us she never wanted to dissect another mouse brain, that's why she left the field.
Ok, so explain the two years out of work ... "well," she said "my house needed painting".
Why do you want to work for an awards and promotions store? 'It seems like fun" she answered.
For a l
I never understood what that really meant until today. Yesterday, Ryan had a fight with his girlfriend, an arguement really. So...
15 year old Ryan decided to spend the night at a friends house.
On a school night.
Without telling us.
By 9 o 'clock last night - I was nervous. And Ryan's cell phone was dead.
By 11 - I was furious.
By 1 - I was hysterical.
By 3 - I was on the phone with the police, who said they wouldn't do anything for 24 hours -
I found a dear friend yesterday...
I had lost her amid the dust and ashes of petty jealousies, and closed minded people.
She was my encouragement, my laughter, the one person that I knew shared my pain, and understood my fear, as I faced my first year as a survivor.
I missed her terribly, and worried about her constantly ... "did she have another stroke?", "did she wreck her car?" "did her rotten husband shoot her in a blind rage?"
The mind can concoct horrible scenarios
We went to a St Patricks Day Party at my next door neighbors on Friday night.
I didn't stay long enough to see my husband sing Irish songs around the piano with an equally loaded neighbor!! :cocktail: Or to see a bunch of 50 and 60 year old men try to dance a drunken Irish jig. :beer:
Ryan walked me home at about 8:45. I have balance issues and I can't see in the dark, and my darling son thought after two glasses of wine - Mom needed to go home and "rest".
That's when the Lepre
I had some nerve blogging yesterday about my bad day.
Today my friend Colleen lost her husband.
He had a stroke right before Christmas. He died this morning.
And I don't know what to say to her.
My heart aches with the pain she must be feeling, and words of consolement mean so little.
I'm having a "rotten stroke day".... at least that's what I call them.
The right side of my body is as graceful as a doorknob today. And it's freezing, even though we finally broke the 40 degree mark (That's swimsuit weather here in Wisconsin). I'm tired and lazy and my head weighs a thousand pounds.
This doesn't happen all the time ... just on my "rotten stroke days".
Those are the days when I can be buttering a slice of toast and I'll forget what I'm doing. Seriously, I look at
I really didn't feel well today. I have a migraine AGAIN. And today my heart kept racing - fluttering almost. Probably from the stress at work.
Pity me, I work with my parents.
My mother says it's all homones -"You're peri-menopausal - it happens to all of us at your age"
My mother is delusional.
"if you didn't smoke".... "if you didn't drink coffee" ... "if you didn't drink wine"... "if you didn't eat red meat" ...
I want to yell "What Mom, if I didn't do those things
As you know, I live vicariously through ALL the awards shows --- wanting the dresses ---but, looking at the shoes and handbags with lust in my eyes.
It's probably really sick (Sandy, your insight here is appreciated) - longing for .... not the "10 minutes of fame" but, the opportunity to wear a pair of Dolce and Gabbana's or Jimmy Choo's again.
I threw out a huge box of shoes this weekend --- (don't worry - they are going to the Salvation Army) --- because I know I'd never wear them a
I just watched "Dancing with the stars" and I'm *beep*.
There is no way Jerry Rice should have taken 2nd place!
The man dances like I do now - oh hell, I'm worse but, you get the idea.
I live vicariously though that show - skinny women in beautiful skimpy costumes float in the arms of handsome partners. :gleam:
I have trouble walking downstairs so, doing a quickstep, a cha-cha, or even a waltz is out of the question.
I watch them and dream of what was and what could be.
All day long I've been feeling odd - physically, you know. Mentally I'm odd most of the time.
Today, both my arms are tingly (don't you love that word) and my joints are creaking and popping like I'm an old lady. My head seems like it weighs 100 lbs, and I've had to watch every step because it's like my balance is off....more than the usual walking down stairs, gripping the wall kind of thing.
I'm not sure what's wrong but, somethings just not right. My heart keeps racing but, I think
My Neurosurgeon decided to become a gynocologist!!
Ok, I haven't seen her in almost a year but, couldn't the HMO have warned me???
I went to renew my plavix - and the drug store pharmacist says "your script will expire next month". So I call the neuro's office to renew the prescription (the prescription SHE said I'd have to be on for life!!) and I find out she quit!! Without referring me to anyone in her practice!!
OK - I can deal with that. "Can someone else write my presciption
I haven't blogged in ages. Tommorrow is the 4th anniversary of my little brothers death.
Anniversary sounds like something you should celebrate. I'm not celebrating.
The pain comes back so fresh and new just thinking about him, cutting to the core, like a wound that doesn't heal.
I cried today. For Cinder and the "Dad" that we've all grown to love, for David, for Sarah, for everyone who suffers a loss of life. A loss of love.
My head hurts from crying. My heart hurts wors
Ryan skated in a statewide competition yesterday. He took 2nd place. Not bad for a 15 year old with big dreams ...
He wants to skate in the Xgames next year. He's hoping to be sponsored by Razors, or Senate, (but, he wouldn't turn down any manufacturer)
I'm hoping he gets sponsored too! When they sponsor a skater they pay him to compete and they pay for all the gear.
Wheels are $8.00 each and we replace them once a month, then there's frames at $99.00 replaced every 6 weeks or so,
Getting off the dreaded and moldy page two with this entry.....
The last three days at work have been strange to say the least. It's kind of like they let people on the "dumb bus" get off at our door.
What's the dumb bus?
You know those people who have no common sense? People who just don't think!
For instance - I had a woman call today and ask how late we we're open ... I said until 5:30 - she said "oh good - I should make it before 6" I said "We're only open until 5:30"
I talked with my sister on Friday - we're not "best friends" - I honestly don't like her much and have no idea how we're both part of the same family.
I spoken few words to her since my stroke, at work, or at the few "family functions" that my mother insists upon, I might say a sentence or two to her.
On Friday we had a "conversation", she was taking her daughter to the Dells this weekend, and I wanted to know how she found a hotel room in this intense heat!
With all the waterparks i
I wasn't sure where this should go - so, I decided to blog it.
I need to know everything you Southerner's know about Zaxby's chicken.
We don't have Zaxby's here in Wisconsin, but they want to work with me.
I've looked online and they kind of look like the TGIF of Chicken -
Can anybody give me more information? Has anyone eaten there?
Seems Katie's been driving my car and she's ruined my brakes! It just cost me $268.02 to get them fixed!!
Yes - all you helpful men out there - I know you should expect to replace your brake pads every 40,000 miles - and it's normal wear and tear on the car and all that! My car has 38,000 miles on it!
SO, I'm blaming Katie anyway !!! My theory is she was the last one to drive my car before the brakes started squeeling therefore, she broke my breaks!!!
I'm really mad because I di