Tonight didn't help. Cancel #456 of this week. Makes me wonder if I'm doing something wrong.
At least Mike was willing to talk to me for hours. What are friends for, anyways.
09 February 2007
08 February 2007
Friday has never been more welcome
I love my job. I do.
But this week has been strange. Round about Wednesday I got thrown off my even keel, and I'm not sure why or how or why it persists into today. I struggle to regain control of my mind.
I can't wait for this weekend to be half over, and for my Sunday/Monday relaxation to take hold.
Pray for me, yeah? please?
But this week has been strange. Round about Wednesday I got thrown off my even keel, and I'm not sure why or how or why it persists into today. I struggle to regain control of my mind.
I can't wait for this weekend to be half over, and for my Sunday/Monday relaxation to take hold.
Pray for me, yeah? please?
07 February 2007
Don't Come Easy
I can't claim that I discovered this song. Liz introduced me. But this song...it's perfect. This is the antithesis to my previous post about Valentine's Day and whatever it's promoting.
Patty Griffin is one of my favorite artists of all time. Top 5. Her words are almost always beautiful and perfect. I appreciate her ability to paint detailed pictures with her words. So few can succeed like she does. She's a master artist.
You can find a video of the on YouTube, however I'm not posting it because it is a soap opera edit version and I don't feel like promoting CBS soaps.
Don't Come Easy
Patty Griffin is one of my favorite artists of all time. Top 5. Her words are almost always beautiful and perfect. I appreciate her ability to paint detailed pictures with her words. So few can succeed like she does. She's a master artist.
You can find a video of the on YouTube, however I'm not posting it because it is a soap opera edit version and I don't feel like promoting CBS soaps.
Don't Come Easy
Red lights are flashing on the highway
I wonder if we're gonna ever get home
I wonder if we're gonna ever get home tonight
Everywhere the waters getting rough
Your best intentions may not be enough
I wonder if we're gonna ever get home tonight
But if you break down
I'll drive out and find you
If you forget my love
I'll try to remind you
And stay by you when it don't come easy
I don't know nothing except change will come
Year after year what we do is undone
Time keeps moving from a crawl to a run
I wonder if we're gonna ever get home
You're out there walking down a highway
And all of the signs got blown away
Sometimes you wonder if you're walking in the wrong direction
But if you break down
I'll drive out and find you
If you forget my love
I'll try to remind you
And stay by you when it don't come easy
When it don’t come easy. Ohh.
So many things that I had before
That don't matter to me now
Tonight I cry for the love that I've lost
And the love I've never found
When the last bird falls
And the last siren sounds
Someone will say what's been said before
Some love we were looking for
When you break down
I'll drive out and find you
When you forget my love
I'll try to remind you
And stay by you when it don't come easy
05 February 2007
Pure happiness. Absolute contentment.
She's full of s'mores. Hugging a baby blanket from her aunt's childhood. She's lost in the maze of the campfire. She's sleepy and satisfied.Oh, how I love this little girl.
EASY TO FORGET
To keep my life in order, I make lists. My sister, Leslie, recently blogged about the necessity of lists in her life, so I'm tempted to pass off the affinity/need for lists as hereditary. As kids, we always had lists of chores, lists of thank you's to write, lists, lists, lists. All of us got into the habit and now, even Evan does it on a regular basis (I think). Conditioning might be a better word than hereditary.
I exist at home, at work, in my mind by lists. What do I need to accomplish today? This week? This term? This year? Who do I need to see today? Tomorrow? This year? Soon? All of these questions are answered by lists found on post-its, corners of napkins, legal pads of paper, smaller pads of paper, documents on my computer and emails in my inbox.
Having recently begun my first job and being newly moved in to an office that can only be described as haphazard, I've been a bit forgetful of things not on lists. Things that shouldn't be on lists during normal times of life, but that perhaps should be at this transitional time in my life.
Last week, I wore my aunt's opal ring from her days in high school. I love this ring and the matching earrings and necklace that my aunt and grandparents got for me. I never leave the ring on when I wash my hands, being that opals are so very delicate and sensitive to soaps, etc. A few minutes before I left work that day, I washed my hands, taking off my ring and setting it beside the sink. I dried off, arranged my clothes and left, without a single, fleeting thought toward that ring.
As I de-jeweled myself at home, I realized the ring was not there...it was nowhere. It was not in my pockets. It was not in my gloves (why would it be there? I don't know, but I looked nonetheless.). I started panicking. I called my colleague who was still at the library, asking her to check the bathroom. No ring. But a note, saying the director's secretary had found a ring.
I still had to wait until the next morning before I was reassured the ring she found was mine and regained possession of it. I was immensely relieved and yet I feel on edge every time I wear a ring now. Every time I wash my hands and remove my rings. Will I forget it this time? What if I don't have pockets in which to place the ring while washing my hands?
I've been thinking that I wish I had some sort of device or something like a mental post-it note that is always before me. Upon which I can write the things that I must keep in mind all of the time - like, where is your ring? Is it on your finger? Did you leave it by the sink? Or in another vein, do you have food in your teeth? Or Are you really listening to the person you're conversing with?
My brain is too scattered for me to stay on top of everything. I'm an organized person, but moving, starting a new job, and beginning an entirely different life from anything I've ever experienced has stifled my usual organizational mania, my ability to stay on track. Just enough to keep me on my toes, I suppose.
I exist at home, at work, in my mind by lists. What do I need to accomplish today? This week? This term? This year? Who do I need to see today? Tomorrow? This year? Soon? All of these questions are answered by lists found on post-its, corners of napkins, legal pads of paper, smaller pads of paper, documents on my computer and emails in my inbox.
Having recently begun my first job and being newly moved in to an office that can only be described as haphazard, I've been a bit forgetful of things not on lists. Things that shouldn't be on lists during normal times of life, but that perhaps should be at this transitional time in my life.
Last week, I wore my aunt's opal ring from her days in high school. I love this ring and the matching earrings and necklace that my aunt and grandparents got for me. I never leave the ring on when I wash my hands, being that opals are so very delicate and sensitive to soaps, etc. A few minutes before I left work that day, I washed my hands, taking off my ring and setting it beside the sink. I dried off, arranged my clothes and left, without a single, fleeting thought toward that ring.
As I de-jeweled myself at home, I realized the ring was not there...it was nowhere. It was not in my pockets. It was not in my gloves (why would it be there? I don't know, but I looked nonetheless.). I started panicking. I called my colleague who was still at the library, asking her to check the bathroom. No ring. But a note, saying the director's secretary had found a ring.
I still had to wait until the next morning before I was reassured the ring she found was mine and regained possession of it. I was immensely relieved and yet I feel on edge every time I wear a ring now. Every time I wash my hands and remove my rings. Will I forget it this time? What if I don't have pockets in which to place the ring while washing my hands?
I've been thinking that I wish I had some sort of device or something like a mental post-it note that is always before me. Upon which I can write the things that I must keep in mind all of the time - like, where is your ring? Is it on your finger? Did you leave it by the sink? Or in another vein, do you have food in your teeth? Or Are you really listening to the person you're conversing with?
My brain is too scattered for me to stay on top of everything. I'm an organized person, but moving, starting a new job, and beginning an entirely different life from anything I've ever experienced has stifled my usual organizational mania, my ability to stay on track. Just enough to keep me on my toes, I suppose.
03 February 2007
WHY I HATE FEBRUARY
I believe it has something (or everything) to do with being overcrowded by hideous montages of pink, red, and white trinkets of no value, of candy repackaged in said colors, redesigned for the "special" occasion, and disturbingly decorated lingerie--the stuff with fake feathers, bows, and hearts all interwoven and printed everywhere.
I do, kind of hate Valentine's day on principal. Why did we need to create a holiday that allows people to get by with neglecting sharing their feelings the rest of the year? One that encourages people to give meaningless gifts, cliched flowers, and chocolate by the pound.
How is this a holiday and what are we celebrating? It's the same as every other Americanized holiday: all the same things are being sold, but this time they are slathered with red, white, and pink--all at once.
I wonder if we're supposed to be celebrating love. Is that what all of this means? If by love, you mean giving gifts to offset this mindset, "I know I've been an ass for the 364 days of this past year, so here's something pretty that might inspire you to live with me for yet another long, ordinary year."
The food industry also makes a killing off of holidays, especially this one, where the guys are supposed to be responsible for being all romantic and creating "The Mood." Restaurants get to charge astronomical prices for the same dishes, dressed up in colorful sauces, paired with expensive wines and desserts. It's a pretty good set up. They get credit for the idea of going out. Girls don't have to cook or clean up. Neither do the guys.
Is it possible that this day is more of an Ameriholidays than any other?
It guilts people into giving, into believing pretenses, into thinking that love is some how equated with, even measured by, gifts, romantic notions, and sweets.
Perhaps those who have found their soul mate have a different perspective. Perhaps they like this day because it provides a forum for mutual appreciation, for expressing things that often get buried in the day-to-day jumble of work, family, and leisure. Maybe one day my mind will change. Until then, this is the humble cultural observation of a single 2o-something.
I do, kind of hate Valentine's day on principal. Why did we need to create a holiday that allows people to get by with neglecting sharing their feelings the rest of the year? One that encourages people to give meaningless gifts, cliched flowers, and chocolate by the pound.
How is this a holiday and what are we celebrating? It's the same as every other Americanized holiday: all the same things are being sold, but this time they are slathered with red, white, and pink--all at once.
I wonder if we're supposed to be celebrating love. Is that what all of this means? If by love, you mean giving gifts to offset this mindset, "I know I've been an ass for the 364 days of this past year, so here's something pretty that might inspire you to live with me for yet another long, ordinary year."
The food industry also makes a killing off of holidays, especially this one, where the guys are supposed to be responsible for being all romantic and creating "The Mood." Restaurants get to charge astronomical prices for the same dishes, dressed up in colorful sauces, paired with expensive wines and desserts. It's a pretty good set up. They get credit for the idea of going out. Girls don't have to cook or clean up. Neither do the guys.
Is it possible that this day is more of an Ameriholidays than any other?
It guilts people into giving, into believing pretenses, into thinking that love is some how equated with, even measured by, gifts, romantic notions, and sweets.
Perhaps those who have found their soul mate have a different perspective. Perhaps they like this day because it provides a forum for mutual appreciation, for expressing things that often get buried in the day-to-day jumble of work, family, and leisure. Maybe one day my mind will change. Until then, this is the humble cultural observation of a single 2o-something.
WINTER STORM WARNING
When I got up this morning, my browser indicated our area was having "Severe Weather Conditions," which I could plainly hear outside my bedroom window.
I checked out accuweather.com to see what they had to say about it, and here is what I found:
"Dangerous weather conditions will occur today through Monday. VERY STRONG WINDS WILL COMBINE WITH THE FRIGID TEMPERATURES TO PRODUCE LIFE THREATENING WIND CHILL VALUES AND SIGNIFICANT BLOWING AND DRIFTING SNOW.
THIS IS A VERY DANGEROUS SITUATION. PEOPLE NEED TO STAY INDOORS AND RESTRICT UNNECESSARY TRAVEL. EXPOSED FLESH WILL EXPERIENCE FROSTBITE IN A VERY SHORT PERIOD OF TIME. BLOWING SNOW WILL CAUSE WHITE OUT CONDITIONS AND SIGNIFICANT DRIFTING SNOW WILL MAKE TRAVEL ON NORTH SOUTH ROADS NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE.
I was instantly nervous, as I had already ventured out to the grocery for some Kahlua cake staples. Had I contracted frostbite? Had I put my life and others' in danger?
Directly following this very stern warning, was another posting...
WINTER STORM WARNING IS CANCELLED...BLIZZARD WARNING IN EFFECT UNTIL MIDNIGHT EST TONIGHT.
A blizzard...?
This February is turning out to be awesome!
I checked out accuweather.com to see what they had to say about it, and here is what I found:
"Dangerous weather conditions will occur today through Monday. VERY STRONG WINDS WILL COMBINE WITH THE FRIGID TEMPERATURES TO PRODUCE LIFE THREATENING WIND CHILL VALUES AND SIGNIFICANT BLOWING AND DRIFTING SNOW.
THIS IS A VERY DANGEROUS SITUATION. PEOPLE NEED TO STAY INDOORS AND RESTRICT UNNECESSARY TRAVEL. EXPOSED FLESH WILL EXPERIENCE FROSTBITE IN A VERY SHORT PERIOD OF TIME. BLOWING SNOW WILL CAUSE WHITE OUT CONDITIONS AND SIGNIFICANT DRIFTING SNOW WILL MAKE TRAVEL ON NORTH SOUTH ROADS NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE.
I was instantly nervous, as I had already ventured out to the grocery for some Kahlua cake staples. Had I contracted frostbite? Had I put my life and others' in danger?
Directly following this very stern warning, was another posting...
WINTER STORM WARNING IS CANCELLED...BLIZZARD WARNING IN EFFECT UNTIL MIDNIGHT EST TONIGHT.
A blizzard...?
This February is turning out to be awesome!
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