Well, it hasn't been a full year since I last blogged, but it seems like it. Of course, with my memory issues, everything seems to have happened a year ago and that's why I can't remember who, what, why, where and let alone when!
I'm blaming my lapses on the fact that I 1) don't pay enough attention when a new fact or event enters my life, 2) am distracted by my fingernails growing, 3) am asleep even when my eyes are open, 4) am too busy counting the spidies in my house that are waiting to catapult into my mouth when I do go to sleep at night, in a bed, as opposed to the sleep-state I'm in while standing up or sitting at my desk at work, etc., and 5) there is little, if any, blood flow to my head because my collar is too tight...woof!
Lots of water has run under this bridge in the past several months--I have a new granddaughter--she is the cutest and has those wonderful apple cheeks that demand kisses! Her mom and dad are smitten. My youngest son is getting married in a month (goodness, I hope I remember to be there for that occasion and that I'm fully awake) and that's exciting. His soon-to-be-wife is wonderful and they are a sweet and loving couple! Ah, youth!! My oldest is doing well in his new business ventures. His wife is looking forward to a summer of good weather for tennis and my grandkids are looking forward to summer for a different reason--no more books and no more teacher's dirty looks or tough tests! We will all be together in Louisville in June for the wedding and that's a happy something to look forward to.
I'm still working on buying an island so I can avoid the political scene--it's already ramping up for the next election. Heavens! I barely survived the last one with my wits intact. I'm always so grateful the day after a national election, as bumper stickers are being scraped off bumpers, signs are plucked from front yards, and most of the horrific ads have been removed from public viewing and the airwaves. Maybe we need a law that those running for political office have only 5 days to convince us to vote for them and that they get 5 minutes of TV or radio time (not both), and 5 crayons and 5 pieces of poster board for advertising. That would be a fair, level playing field and I think many of us would love not being bombarded by negative ads, mud-slinging, and other "fun" political tactics. Turning on the TV or radio during a major election is like jumping into the water when all the sharks are ready to rumble and you are a gang of one! If anyone is interested in living with me on the island, let me know. We'll take turns being "in charge" and the rest of the time, we'll just enjoy the scenery, the peace and quiet, the sharks in the distance and no politicians or their rhetoric! Hey! If Tom Hanks could do it in "Castaway", we've got a shot. Now where's that volleyball?
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
How time flies when you're funning have!
It has been over a year since my last blog. If memory serves me right...and my memory doesn't serve me anything...I've been living life to its fullest--masked balls, tea with the queen, attending state dinners, meeting with the president, entertaining the troops, etc. Actually my life is more like facial masks to help smooth out some of the wrinkles, no tea with anyone, drive-through dinners on a Friday night, talking to myself about what I would say to the president if we ever met...and I got past security, but I do entertain the troops. Every morning I open my front door, dressed in a pathetic bathrobe, with all three hairs standing on end, no make-up, baggy eyes and I step out onto my stoop to pick up the newspaper. Did you know that trees and bushes can laugh? Yep, those and any neighbors who are unfortunately out and about at that hour get a little "wake-up" call by looking at me! No one can accuse me of not sharing or bringing laughter to the world. Well, actually it's more like a hyena's cackle....
I left work early today because I was not feeling well and I came home to take some Advil and a nap. Did both. Don't feel a whole lot better, but am hoping that a full night's sleep will do the trick. I have work to do tomorrow and people counting on me--not like the queen or the president noted above--but regular people with whom I work. After my nap, my hair was doing the dance of "slept all wrong" and I failed to entertain the troops. That will have to wait for another day. I also missed going to Book Club--something I enjoy, but my body said, "Don't even think about it or I'll take you down." So I stayed home and caught up with e-mails, talked to my daughter and decided to break the year-plus boycott of my blog. Since I blog for my company--they don't let me show my bizarre humor side--I've been lazy about blogging on my own personal site. Perhaps being sick isn't all bad, well except for the scary outfit I'm wearing, the mashed and disheveled hair style I'm sporting and the fact that my stomach would like to return all the gifts I fed it at dinner.
Did you know that Christmas is only 3 months and 4 days away? Start panicking now. Why wait. You know the Christmas decorations are already being put on the shelves at the department stores, right next to the Halloween decorations and costumes--that's still a jarring juxtaposition to behold! I can hear the sound of cloven hooves on my roof--so either it's the reindeer or one of my neighbor's pet goats has escaped again and shinnied up the drain pipe!
I left work early today because I was not feeling well and I came home to take some Advil and a nap. Did both. Don't feel a whole lot better, but am hoping that a full night's sleep will do the trick. I have work to do tomorrow and people counting on me--not like the queen or the president noted above--but regular people with whom I work. After my nap, my hair was doing the dance of "slept all wrong" and I failed to entertain the troops. That will have to wait for another day. I also missed going to Book Club--something I enjoy, but my body said, "Don't even think about it or I'll take you down." So I stayed home and caught up with e-mails, talked to my daughter and decided to break the year-plus boycott of my blog. Since I blog for my company--they don't let me show my bizarre humor side--I've been lazy about blogging on my own personal site. Perhaps being sick isn't all bad, well except for the scary outfit I'm wearing, the mashed and disheveled hair style I'm sporting and the fact that my stomach would like to return all the gifts I fed it at dinner.
Did you know that Christmas is only 3 months and 4 days away? Start panicking now. Why wait. You know the Christmas decorations are already being put on the shelves at the department stores, right next to the Halloween decorations and costumes--that's still a jarring juxtaposition to behold! I can hear the sound of cloven hooves on my roof--so either it's the reindeer or one of my neighbor's pet goats has escaped again and shinnied up the drain pipe!
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Blogging success stories and why my upper lip is swollen...
Has it really been seven months since my stubby little fingers have hit the blogging keyboard? Yep. It has.
It's not that I don't enjoy blogging and getting things off my chest. Ooh! I wonder if I could blog and get things off my hips...like 15 pounds for instance! Sorry. I digress. Life has been busy with working, not working and fretting about when my erratic work with the Census Bureau will pick up again, looking for and finding a new job that doesn't give unwanted vacations, has sick and vacation pay, paid holidays and health benefits, as well as taking care of my Mom's needs, being on a massive learning curve with my new job and hoping that my brain can keep up--it's huffing and puffing but still breathing, and just doing the general tasks of living a life that sometimes feels like a bad game of bumper cars!
I am grateful for my new job and the workout my brain is getting. I thought it had left on vacation, but it appears that I was wrong. It was just taking a rather long nap and not responding to my cries for "help!" Now that it's mostly awake and doing a proper job of thinking, I'm feeling much better about life. I still forget names occasionally or words I haven't used for a while (my "a while" is about 15 minutes currently). I spend too much time berating myself because I'm not the sharpest tool in the workshop, but at least I don't harbor many grudges anymore. Who can harbor grudges when memory is an issue... Guess that's a positive for all my friends and family. You can tell me all your most hidden and treacherous secrets, and I not only can swear I won't tell anyone, but also can assure you that I won't be able to, under any circumstances including torture and threats of death, repeat them, unless, of course, the interrogators capture me within 15 minutes of your telling me.
Speaking of circumstantial, I saw the movie, "Julie & Julia" recently. Don't go to this movie hungry unless you enjoy drooling and gnawing on the arm rest or seat back of your theater chair. This is a foodie's delight of a movie. The reason I bring this film to your attention is not to make you slobber on your keyboard, shorting it out and risking possible electrocution and certain replacement of said computer component, but it is to ponder how Julie's blog became so popular, so quickly. She was blogging back in the day when there weren't many blogs available, before Facebooking and Twittering were all the rage. Guess the potential readers must have smelled the Boeuf Borgignon or other tantalizing recipes "cooking". Yum! I still don't understand how she produced all those magnificent dishes in her tiny kitchen with no room for anything on a countertop and a stove that made an "Easy Bake Oven" look like a commercial range in comparison. I had hopes of having my blog hit the reader waves with a splash. Maybe I'll add some scent-o-rama features to see if that helps. Of course, the downside to that is I will always be hungry whilst typing and that will send me to the kitchen where I'll eat and then feel sleepy and then put on extra pounds I don't need which will prevent me from typing on my keyboard because my stomach will protrude over the top of it and that will be the end of my blogging days! Whew! What a scenario. Maybe there's a film in all of this. I could add a handsome vampire or two to my blog and we'd all have a bloody good time, except all the red meat dishes would have to be served raw...and quickly....
But, alas, I can't figure out how to add smells to my blog to invite new readers in, and someone has already successfully written about the vampirish element, so I guess I'll just continue to write from time to time about the everyday events in my so-called life, which brings me to my swollen upper lip. It (my lip) currently resembles a bad Botox injection on an aging actress. I didn't have to visit the doctor or pay lots of money for mine. I just tried to pick up a box on the upper shelf of a closet only to discover, mouth-first, that there was a hidden, hard, heavy object resting on top of the box. Hard object attacked upper lip (without provocation mind you), and voila, I'm every actress over 40's vision of "youthful" or food allergic reactive. My lip looks pouty and distorted. The more I look at it, the more I realize that I could win the "Imitate the Guppy" contest at the local pet store. Then I wonder why anyone would purposefully do this to get "the puffy-lipped" look, unless, of course, you are a flat-lipped fishy in a tank filled with puffy-lipped mates who cannot tolerate differences....
Who needs "smell-o-blogging" when you have exciting stories like this to write? Beware! Any smart-aleck answerers of this question will find themselves with a fat lip, and will be sent to bed without supper--Julie's, Julia's or mine.
It's not that I don't enjoy blogging and getting things off my chest. Ooh! I wonder if I could blog and get things off my hips...like 15 pounds for instance! Sorry. I digress. Life has been busy with working, not working and fretting about when my erratic work with the Census Bureau will pick up again, looking for and finding a new job that doesn't give unwanted vacations, has sick and vacation pay, paid holidays and health benefits, as well as taking care of my Mom's needs, being on a massive learning curve with my new job and hoping that my brain can keep up--it's huffing and puffing but still breathing, and just doing the general tasks of living a life that sometimes feels like a bad game of bumper cars!
I am grateful for my new job and the workout my brain is getting. I thought it had left on vacation, but it appears that I was wrong. It was just taking a rather long nap and not responding to my cries for "help!" Now that it's mostly awake and doing a proper job of thinking, I'm feeling much better about life. I still forget names occasionally or words I haven't used for a while (my "a while" is about 15 minutes currently). I spend too much time berating myself because I'm not the sharpest tool in the workshop, but at least I don't harbor many grudges anymore. Who can harbor grudges when memory is an issue... Guess that's a positive for all my friends and family. You can tell me all your most hidden and treacherous secrets, and I not only can swear I won't tell anyone, but also can assure you that I won't be able to, under any circumstances including torture and threats of death, repeat them, unless, of course, the interrogators capture me within 15 minutes of your telling me.
Speaking of circumstantial, I saw the movie, "Julie & Julia" recently. Don't go to this movie hungry unless you enjoy drooling and gnawing on the arm rest or seat back of your theater chair. This is a foodie's delight of a movie. The reason I bring this film to your attention is not to make you slobber on your keyboard, shorting it out and risking possible electrocution and certain replacement of said computer component, but it is to ponder how Julie's blog became so popular, so quickly. She was blogging back in the day when there weren't many blogs available, before Facebooking and Twittering were all the rage. Guess the potential readers must have smelled the Boeuf Borgignon or other tantalizing recipes "cooking". Yum! I still don't understand how she produced all those magnificent dishes in her tiny kitchen with no room for anything on a countertop and a stove that made an "Easy Bake Oven" look like a commercial range in comparison. I had hopes of having my blog hit the reader waves with a splash. Maybe I'll add some scent-o-rama features to see if that helps. Of course, the downside to that is I will always be hungry whilst typing and that will send me to the kitchen where I'll eat and then feel sleepy and then put on extra pounds I don't need which will prevent me from typing on my keyboard because my stomach will protrude over the top of it and that will be the end of my blogging days! Whew! What a scenario. Maybe there's a film in all of this. I could add a handsome vampire or two to my blog and we'd all have a bloody good time, except all the red meat dishes would have to be served raw...and quickly....
But, alas, I can't figure out how to add smells to my blog to invite new readers in, and someone has already successfully written about the vampirish element, so I guess I'll just continue to write from time to time about the everyday events in my so-called life, which brings me to my swollen upper lip. It (my lip) currently resembles a bad Botox injection on an aging actress. I didn't have to visit the doctor or pay lots of money for mine. I just tried to pick up a box on the upper shelf of a closet only to discover, mouth-first, that there was a hidden, hard, heavy object resting on top of the box. Hard object attacked upper lip (without provocation mind you), and voila, I'm every actress over 40's vision of "youthful" or food allergic reactive. My lip looks pouty and distorted. The more I look at it, the more I realize that I could win the "Imitate the Guppy" contest at the local pet store. Then I wonder why anyone would purposefully do this to get "the puffy-lipped" look, unless, of course, you are a flat-lipped fishy in a tank filled with puffy-lipped mates who cannot tolerate differences....
Who needs "smell-o-blogging" when you have exciting stories like this to write? Beware! Any smart-aleck answerers of this question will find themselves with a fat lip, and will be sent to bed without supper--Julie's, Julia's or mine.
Monday, January 19, 2009
The mothership returns...
For all my millions of fans, well, okay couple of fans, I've been absent. I was abducted by aliens, turned into a cranky old person and returned to the earth with less hair, a softer, wider middle section and I can now do a mean imitation of a weeble (weebles wobble but they don't fall down--well those of us who live where it snows and gets icy might be exceptions to that rule).
I made it through Christmas and New Year's without mishap. I made it through a couple of flurry days, but today we actually had some snow--only about 1-2"--but enough to make walking an interesting and dicey event. I took my Mom to a dental appointment early this morning, came home and decided that I am much safer inside the house than out (and, who knows, the mothership might be lurking out there waiting to pick me up again and take more of my wispy hair and gracious manners away--okay, my manners aren't that gracious, but neither are yours if you're pointing that out to me!). I was actually working most of the day--there shall be no holidays for the wicked and the hairless cranky! And now I've fulfilled my every obligation and am planning on having a yummy dinner and some couch time--something the creatures on the mothership don't understand or approve.
Tomorrow I'll have to slip into something appropriate, then I'll have to venture out onto the slippery sidewalk to get into my car and then drive on the slippery roads to get to work. I guess all this slipperiness is really appropriate since my mind has been thinking slippery thoughts for quite some time now. Speaking of which, my stomach is telling my mind that it had better force my being into the kitchen and slip it something good to eat. Then I'll slip onto the sofa, slip a diet drink and watch some TV--always a slippery activity. I think I'm done with all this silly, slippery speaking, so I'll just slip off to take care of din-din and a little R&R.
Perhaps the mothership will come get me and restore at least some of the brain that I misplaced during the security check post-boarding....excuse me. My slip is showing.
I made it through Christmas and New Year's without mishap. I made it through a couple of flurry days, but today we actually had some snow--only about 1-2"--but enough to make walking an interesting and dicey event. I took my Mom to a dental appointment early this morning, came home and decided that I am much safer inside the house than out (and, who knows, the mothership might be lurking out there waiting to pick me up again and take more of my wispy hair and gracious manners away--okay, my manners aren't that gracious, but neither are yours if you're pointing that out to me!). I was actually working most of the day--there shall be no holidays for the wicked and the hairless cranky! And now I've fulfilled my every obligation and am planning on having a yummy dinner and some couch time--something the creatures on the mothership don't understand or approve.
Tomorrow I'll have to slip into something appropriate, then I'll have to venture out onto the slippery sidewalk to get into my car and then drive on the slippery roads to get to work. I guess all this slipperiness is really appropriate since my mind has been thinking slippery thoughts for quite some time now. Speaking of which, my stomach is telling my mind that it had better force my being into the kitchen and slip it something good to eat. Then I'll slip onto the sofa, slip a diet drink and watch some TV--always a slippery activity. I think I'm done with all this silly, slippery speaking, so I'll just slip off to take care of din-din and a little R&R.
Perhaps the mothership will come get me and restore at least some of the brain that I misplaced during the security check post-boarding....excuse me. My slip is showing.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Will all the turkeys please stand up...
and leave the room...quickly...before anyone remembers what we do to turkeys at this time of year.
It has been a long time since I've put fingers to keyboard for the purpose of blogging. I'd like to find a suitable excuse for this lapse, but I put them away somewhere safe (in case I needed one) and now I can't find them. So here's my lame excuse. Is that like a lame duck president? And who made up that term? How many of you have observed ducks with limps anyway? Who can tell if a duck is really limping since they walk so funny to begin with? My excuse for not blogging for quite some time is that I didn't have any extra...time that is.
I finally landed a job (like landing a lame duck?) and started working full-time. This has put a real crimp in my down time activities such as napping, snoozing, lolly-gagging, drooling while dropping off to sleep, staring out the window, staring at fuzz on the carpet, staring at my invisible friends (and Wilbur) because they won't join in the conversations I have with myself. Now I have to get up early, get ready for work and act human most of the day. What fun is that I ask you? Answer: not a lot. However, the up side is that I can pay my rent, buy food, pay other bills and have some left over for gifts at this jolly time of year. So, other than missing all my free time and sleeping in a lot, I guess I am pretty happy to have something to do that is productive (and, no, drooling isn't productive unless you're licking a lot of ancient postage stamps or envelopes).
I promise that I probably won't wait so long to blog again, but, then I now work for the Federal Government, so you know how much my promises are worth...penny for your thoughts!
It has been a long time since I've put fingers to keyboard for the purpose of blogging. I'd like to find a suitable excuse for this lapse, but I put them away somewhere safe (in case I needed one) and now I can't find them. So here's my lame excuse. Is that like a lame duck president? And who made up that term? How many of you have observed ducks with limps anyway? Who can tell if a duck is really limping since they walk so funny to begin with? My excuse for not blogging for quite some time is that I didn't have any extra...time that is.
I finally landed a job (like landing a lame duck?) and started working full-time. This has put a real crimp in my down time activities such as napping, snoozing, lolly-gagging, drooling while dropping off to sleep, staring out the window, staring at fuzz on the carpet, staring at my invisible friends (and Wilbur) because they won't join in the conversations I have with myself. Now I have to get up early, get ready for work and act human most of the day. What fun is that I ask you? Answer: not a lot. However, the up side is that I can pay my rent, buy food, pay other bills and have some left over for gifts at this jolly time of year. So, other than missing all my free time and sleeping in a lot, I guess I am pretty happy to have something to do that is productive (and, no, drooling isn't productive unless you're licking a lot of ancient postage stamps or envelopes).
I promise that I probably won't wait so long to blog again, but, then I now work for the Federal Government, so you know how much my promises are worth...penny for your thoughts!
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Where does the time go?
It probably goes to the same place as all my memories, and I'm not sure where that is, which is why I can't find some of my memories either....
It's been a busy couple of weeks--for campaigning politcos and me. I didn't get elected (and neither did at least half of those running for office), but, although I was running, it wasn't for public office. I was just doing my usual running around to get things done and then collapsing at the end of the day.
My sister and I moved our Mom here to Kentucky in mid-October and much of our time the past few weeks has been taking care of her needs, setting up her apartment, etc. That is beginning to slow to a trickle of tasks. She has all her furniture, all the items that were shipped are unpacked and put away and she's beginning to get into the schedule at her new place. Meanwhile, I have finally found some employment--it's tough out there for anyone seeking a job--and I start training tomorrow for two days and then the real work will begin in earnest in about two weeks. I'm taking advantage of my last full day of "freedom" (also known as unemployment) to clean house (now isn't that a clever use of time), work on some art projects and get a leaky tire fixed (see, I do know how to have fun).
I still haven't figured out where all the time goes each day (kind of like trying to understand where all the money in my checking account goes), but I'm okay with that as long as I can still remember mostly what I've done and where I've been. When the "mostly" turns to "rarely", then I'll be concerned. Although, by that point, I guess I won't care because I won't be able to remember enough to be concerned...or care. Now what was it I was supposed to do after I finished bloggering? Hmmmm.
It's been a busy couple of weeks--for campaigning politcos and me. I didn't get elected (and neither did at least half of those running for office), but, although I was running, it wasn't for public office. I was just doing my usual running around to get things done and then collapsing at the end of the day.
My sister and I moved our Mom here to Kentucky in mid-October and much of our time the past few weeks has been taking care of her needs, setting up her apartment, etc. That is beginning to slow to a trickle of tasks. She has all her furniture, all the items that were shipped are unpacked and put away and she's beginning to get into the schedule at her new place. Meanwhile, I have finally found some employment--it's tough out there for anyone seeking a job--and I start training tomorrow for two days and then the real work will begin in earnest in about two weeks. I'm taking advantage of my last full day of "freedom" (also known as unemployment) to clean house (now isn't that a clever use of time), work on some art projects and get a leaky tire fixed (see, I do know how to have fun).
I still haven't figured out where all the time goes each day (kind of like trying to understand where all the money in my checking account goes), but I'm okay with that as long as I can still remember mostly what I've done and where I've been. When the "mostly" turns to "rarely", then I'll be concerned. Although, by that point, I guess I won't care because I won't be able to remember enough to be concerned...or care. Now what was it I was supposed to do after I finished bloggering? Hmmmm.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Fly me to the moon...
No, wait, don't! My sister and I just returned from a very short, long trip. We flew from Kentucky to California, spent four days packing up our Mom's stuff (and throwing or giving away lots and lots and lots and lots and...well, you get it), and we just returned late last night. Mom is moved in to her new assisted living facility, but her state of confusion is pretty dang high right now and that doesn't help my state of confusion, which always seems to be on "orange alert".
I have been remiss in not writing on my blog for quite some time--not that anyone out there is clammoring for me to "Write more, please!", but I do miss my cathartic exercise in verbiosity. For the next few days I will be straightening out my Mom's finances, finishing what is necessary to get her everything she needs for her new place--some of the "lots of stuff" shouldn't have been pitched, but what the hey!--and working on an editing job I have with a group in Singapore. I think life will return to normal in the next week or so, but I won't be returning with it. I like being weird and a little left of "regular"--hey, does that make me high octane or in need of a prune? Anyhoo, I will bid all my faithful readers good night and I'll move on to my Excel spreadsheet and the fun and joy of financial wizardry.
I have been remiss in not writing on my blog for quite some time--not that anyone out there is clammoring for me to "Write more, please!", but I do miss my cathartic exercise in verbiosity. For the next few days I will be straightening out my Mom's finances, finishing what is necessary to get her everything she needs for her new place--some of the "lots of stuff" shouldn't have been pitched, but what the hey!--and working on an editing job I have with a group in Singapore. I think life will return to normal in the next week or so, but I won't be returning with it. I like being weird and a little left of "regular"--hey, does that make me high octane or in need of a prune? Anyhoo, I will bid all my faithful readers good night and I'll move on to my Excel spreadsheet and the fun and joy of financial wizardry.
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)
