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No no no no no

My manager called me into a room to tell me that our network administrator had just turned in his notice.    Unexpectedly, I got all teary-eyed.   He said, “Welllllll… this was not the reaction I was expecting.   Do you need a tissue?”    “Yes, apparently so,” I said.      So he got up and found some tissue while I regained my composure.

The network admin and I have the type of work relationship where we could vent and we knew it would stay confidential.   It was nice to be trusted that much.     

Within 15 minutes, I was LMAO, as the manager who sits on the other side of my cubicle saw fit to tell my manager a story about the funniest, stupidest thing I have done in a long time.   I can’t even tell you what it was.   (ok, maybe later…)     I laughed so hard, I cried.    And then, my manager with a wistful smile said, “I’ve done that same thing… only not over the phone.. in person.”

Which made me laugh harder.

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Random Stuff

  1. I’m burning my Yankee Candle Greenhouse candle.   It’s quite nice, and springlike.
  2. I have been to the gym for 3 days in a row.   Today, I had to shove myself out the door.   This is not an easy task.    I started off the day depressed, as I often do on Sunday mornings.   I haven’t the slightest, in answer to your question.   I need a happy Sunday thing to keep my mind off whatever is bugging me, I guess.
  3. I worked out on mostly leg machines.   Then I jogged on the treadmill.   Then I swam laps.    My legs are rebelling, but that’s ok.   
  4. I bought a fitness drink at the gym.   It had protein powder, strawberries and banana in it.   I drank part of it, but when we went to get in the car, the wind whipped open my daughter’s door, I used my “drink-toting hand” to stop the door from ramming into a vehicle next to my car, and I managed to drop it.   :)     My daughter felt bad, but I assured her it was the wind’s fault, and my failure to hold onto my stuff.
  5. I cooked ribs for dinner.   They were beef ribs.    They were quite yummy, and only part of the size of actual cow ribs.     I know the UK dwellers will be appalled.   Sorry.   I live in beef country.   It is ok.
  6. I hate Mondays.   What is it about going to work on Monday that’s getting to me lately?    I’ve had 3 of the last 4 of them off.   
  7. I get to work this Saturday.   Ugh.   

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Yesterday, I shut my finger in the car door.    It was not fun.   Always remove your hand from range of a car door which is closing. 

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Mistakes, I’ve Made A Few

People screw up everyday.   This is not a negative statement; just a realistic one.    Intelligent, loving, well-meaning people sometimes make an error in judgement and say or do something silly, or even stupid.   

It’s unfortunate that a mistake can only be caught after-the-fact… whether it’s realised a second later or an hour later.. or days later.   The key to mistakes, I think, is learning from them. 

Too many times, I’ve wished for a delete key in my life.    I could delete something I’ve said or written and make the receiving party forget it ever happened.     But this would be unfair.   Do you want to know why?   It would make me seem perfect, when clearly I am not.    I don’t set out to make mistakes (who does?)    I don’t set out to hurt people I care about.   I don’t enjoy screwing up projects or playing bumper cars on the interstate.    I’m not happy when I’m impatient.   Letting people down?  Not my idea of entertainment.

All I can do is:

1.  feel remorse;

2.  realise the mistake and claim responsibility for it;

3.  apologize; and

4.  learn from it.

I’m lucky to be surrounded by people who more readily forgive my mistakes than I forgive myself.   Or, in some cases feel, “There’s nothing to forgive.”   :)

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Moonchildren

(mostly for the person with the hat… )   :)

 The Myth:
Cancerians, we are asked to believe, are soft, soppy, supposedly sweet natured folk who can’t say boo to a goose. These kind, gentle timid types are fond of home and hearth, devoted to their families and keen to live as much as possible in a cosy world of calm and comfort. They exist only to please others and love nothing more than martyrdom!

The Truth:
While this pretty piece of propaganda may accurately describe the soft underbelly of the crab, it makes no allowance for that terribly tough shell or those powerful pincers. Cancerians are quite capable of kicking up a fuss and putting up a fight. It’s just that they prefer a quiet life when they can get one. Thus, they wait till a crucial line has been crossed before letting their anger out. Once that happens though, they summon the same steely resolve that they normally apply to keeping trouble at bay. They reserve their own strength only because they are slightly scared of it.

The Key To Success:
To be a Cancerian is to be blessed with an infallible inner radar screen. It is to care, passionately, about the people who matter to you and the causes that have meaning to you. It is to know, always, what must be done and why – and never to be wrong. Yet it is also to feel your best is never good enough, even though it certainly is. All you ever have to do, to be successful, is be yourself with a little more confidence.

From  this website:  http://www.cainer.com/

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What is love?

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, ‘What does love mean?’

The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined .See what you think:

‘When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore.  So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.’

Rebecca- age 8

‘When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.   You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.’

Billy – age 4
‘Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.’

Karl – age 5
‘Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.’

Chrissy – age 6

‘Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.’  :)

Terri – age 4

‘Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.’

Danny – age 7

‘Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more.
My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss’

Emily – age 8

‘Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.’

Bob by – age 7 (Wow!)

‘If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,’

Nikka – age 6
(we need a few million more Nikka’s on this planet)

‘Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.’

Noelle – age 7

‘Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.’

Tommy – age 6

‘During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.

He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.’

Cindy – age 8

‘My mommy loves me more than anybody
You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.’

Clare – age 6

‘Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.’

Elaine-age 5

‘Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.’

Chris – age 7

‘Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.’

Mary Ann – age 4

‘I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.’

Lauren – age 4

‘When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.’ (what an image)

Karen – age 7

 ’Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross.’

Mark – age 6

‘You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.’

Jessica – age 8

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The Easter List

It’s get off my arse and have Easter time:

  1. TLK has a new, pretty dress and no hosiery or shoes to go with it.    It’s shopping time.
  2. Decorate hard-boiled eggs.
  3. Find someone to eat the hard-boiled eggs… but that will come later.
  4. Go to the Easter egg hunt (10:30 this morning…ergh.. it is COLD outside)…  Harvest lots of candy (this may not be a bad thing for mommy… extra chocolate is sometimes required, IYKWIM.)
  5. Put the infamous Easter basket together and make it look like the bunny did it instead.
  6. Hide said basket somewhere (I used to re-hide my brothers’ baskets in the dishwasher)   :)
  7. Go to Easter brunch.  This is tomorrow with my FIL, who tends to “go solo” for all holidays unless he’s invited to do something.  
  8. This weekend will also require some trips to the gym… where I plan to do a lot of running and some weight training.   (better than chocolate or shopping, therapeutically speaking)

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The Music On My Mind

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I can’t resist

My parents are officially Abbott and Costello.

I checked my telephone for messages and saw that I had missed a call from my parents’ phone number at 4:44.   I called them back.   They both answer the phone.   It went something like this:

Me:   Hi… I saw someone called…

My Dad:   Was it from our phone number?

Me:  Ummm (laughing).. yes!   You called my cell phone at 4:44.

My mom:   Was it 4:44 in the morning or the afternoon?

Me:  (laughing some more)   WHICH ONE OF YOU CALLED ME?!

My mom:  I DID!

Me:  Was it in the morning or the afternoon?

My mom:   The afternoon!   What were you doing sleeping at 4:44 in the afternoon?

Me:   (pretty sure that I have at least one witness to attest to the fact that I was not sleeping at 4:44 in the afternoon)  WHAT?

My dad:  laughing

My Mom:   You said you were sleeping?

Me:   I did not

My Mom (to my dad):   Didn’t she say she was sleeping?

Me:   What do you people want??

My Mom:   We wanted to tell you we mailed you a package.

Me:   Is it your marijuana collection?

My Mom:   Why would we send you THAT?   (hahahahaha)

Me:   (shaking head and laughing)

My dad:   So watch your door.   Go now.

 And this is where my mother and father go on about the business of talking to each other through their own phones, where they are a floor apart at the most.

Me:  Well, I’m going to let you guys talk to each other, ok?    :)

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