A sore throat...really? Four days before starting a new job I wake up with a swollen gland and sore throat. Is this God's idea of a joke? After 18 months of being unemployed...I will NOT start my new job sick.
I am armed with orange juice, Vitamin C pills and Vicks. I rub the Vicks on my throat, wrap it with a towel and it usually will take care of that sore gland in one day. If I'm not 100% tomorrow, it's off to the doctor's office!
Gonna brew a cup of tea, get the Vicks spread on me and take it easy today!
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
NO LONGER UNEMPLOYED
I got a job! After eighteen months of looking, and patiently waiting till I found a position that paid close to what I was receiving when I was laid-off from my last job...I have finally been rewarded. Couldn't have come at a better time either. My husband needs to find another place to work and this will give him a chance to do just that. He can take a little less in salary now in order to get his foot in the door somewhere new.
I'm looking forward to getting started. It's nice to know that I will wake up each day with a specific purpose. I will be able to help a business be a success. Weekends will take on a whole new meaning...not just be another day. Holidays will be looked forward to. Vacation...will actually BE a vacation.
It's a tough market out there, but if you are persistent, don't settle (unless you absolutely have to), you will find something!
I've got one more week before I start. I'll enjoy every minute of it and hit the ground running on Monday, July 12th!
I'm looking forward to getting started. It's nice to know that I will wake up each day with a specific purpose. I will be able to help a business be a success. Weekends will take on a whole new meaning...not just be another day. Holidays will be looked forward to. Vacation...will actually BE a vacation.
It's a tough market out there, but if you are persistent, don't settle (unless you absolutely have to), you will find something!
I've got one more week before I start. I'll enjoy every minute of it and hit the ground running on Monday, July 12th!
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
THE CAT'S AWAY.......
While the cat's away...this mouse is gonna play. I put my hubby on a plane, bound for Chicago, this morning. He spends four to five days, each year, with three of his guy buddies from his high school days. This is my time to spend four to five days, doing whatever I jolly well please.
During this time I don't make the bed, do laundry, cook meals, run the vacuum or pick up around the house. I make plans to spend time with my friends or go to the beach or catch up on my "chic flics".
Ladies, if your husband doesn't "disappear" for a few days each year...I thoroughly recommend that you try to get him to do so. This is such a time of re-energizing for me. It gives me a chance to miss him and appreciate him. When he comes home it's always great to see him again and we have stories to tell each other about our time apart. Conversation is possible again.
I hate that, this year, their gathering takes place over the Fourth of July weekend, but I've gotten an invitation to party with friends, so I'll be enjoying myself. It's only 8:00a.m., but I think I'll grab another cup of coffee and watch "Valentine's Day." Ahhhh, woman time!
During this time I don't make the bed, do laundry, cook meals, run the vacuum or pick up around the house. I make plans to spend time with my friends or go to the beach or catch up on my "chic flics".
Ladies, if your husband doesn't "disappear" for a few days each year...I thoroughly recommend that you try to get him to do so. This is such a time of re-energizing for me. It gives me a chance to miss him and appreciate him. When he comes home it's always great to see him again and we have stories to tell each other about our time apart. Conversation is possible again.
I hate that, this year, their gathering takes place over the Fourth of July weekend, but I've gotten an invitation to party with friends, so I'll be enjoying myself. It's only 8:00a.m., but I think I'll grab another cup of coffee and watch "Valentine's Day." Ahhhh, woman time!
Monday, June 28, 2010
MAH JONG SUNDAY
I played Mah Jong with a group of my girlfriends yesterday. It's only my second time playing, but I have to say...I really enjoy it. It's a little rough learning all the rules, but once you do it's a lot of fun. The ladies' I play with are very patient teaching all the newbies.
Mah Jong is played with tiles. You can buy them in different sizes. I prefer the bigger ones, cause at my age they're easier to see. There are different "suits", like in cards. Bamboo, Circles, Characters, Winds, Dragons and the all important "honor" tiles. The object is to make 3 or 4 of a kind. There's a lot of strategy involved, but once you start playing it's pretty easy to catch on.Four people is the ideal number to play, but we played one round with only three.
The hardest part of playing Mah Jong is the scoring. Even this becomes fairly routine, though, after you do it once or twice.
If you're looking for a game that is challenging, but fun, at the same time...give Mah Jong a try.
Mah Jong is played with tiles. You can buy them in different sizes. I prefer the bigger ones, cause at my age they're easier to see. There are different "suits", like in cards. Bamboo, Circles, Characters, Winds, Dragons and the all important "honor" tiles. The object is to make 3 or 4 of a kind. There's a lot of strategy involved, but once you start playing it's pretty easy to catch on.Four people is the ideal number to play, but we played one round with only three.
The hardest part of playing Mah Jong is the scoring. Even this becomes fairly routine, though, after you do it once or twice.
If you're looking for a game that is challenging, but fun, at the same time...give Mah Jong a try.
Friday, June 25, 2010
WORKAHOLIC SPOUSES
Do you ever wonder if you're really married or not? Do you ever look at the person who walks in the door in the evening and wonder, "who is this stranger?" My husband's presence in our home is becoming surreal to me. He is working such long ridiculous hours, that we barely get a chance to speak. When he is home...he's not HOME. He always has this glazed look in his eyes, and I know he's thinking about what needs to be done the next day at work or the World Cup.
Wednesday he finally had a day off, but because he really needed a chance to just unwind and relax, instead of giving him a "honey-do" list, I sent him off with our neighbor to play golf. They were gone...all day! I whisked him out to dinner as soon as he came home, thinking we'd then have some special "us" time. We ended up at a place where the TV's spew sports channels all day and night, so conversation was limited, to say the least.
Last night he closed the store. He got home around 11:00p.m. I'd already gone to bed and was watching HGTV. When he turned the handle and walked into the room, I was just drifting off to sleep and I jerked awake thinking, "who is this man?" It's a good thing I don't sleep with a gun under my pillow!
He came over, leaned down to give me a kiss and as I was drifting back to sleep, I thought, "oh yeah, I know him...and I miss him."
Wednesday he finally had a day off, but because he really needed a chance to just unwind and relax, instead of giving him a "honey-do" list, I sent him off with our neighbor to play golf. They were gone...all day! I whisked him out to dinner as soon as he came home, thinking we'd then have some special "us" time. We ended up at a place where the TV's spew sports channels all day and night, so conversation was limited, to say the least.
Last night he closed the store. He got home around 11:00p.m. I'd already gone to bed and was watching HGTV. When he turned the handle and walked into the room, I was just drifting off to sleep and I jerked awake thinking, "who is this man?" It's a good thing I don't sleep with a gun under my pillow!
He came over, leaned down to give me a kiss and as I was drifting back to sleep, I thought, "oh yeah, I know him...and I miss him."
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
DR. McYUMMY
My incision bandages have been officially removed and everything looks great! I'm so glad to have this behind me now. Well, sort of. I'm gonna miss my doctor. Even though I only saw him for about 30 minutes, when the surgery was scheduled, and then again today, for about 15 minutes, for my post-op visit, I've got a surgeon-crush.
He's not your typical tall, dark and handsome. In fact, he's average height, white haired with a big ole mustache, but he tickles my fancy. He's got a great sense of humor and I have that on my list of prerequisites, for doctor's who are gonna dig around and remove organs from inside my body.
I'm thrilled that I no longer have my belly button taped closed, but it was with a deep sigh and little wave that I said, "good-bye" to Dr. Powell and left his office today. If you ever need a surgical procedure of any kind and wanna little over 50 eye-candy...he's your man! Of course different strokes, for different folks, but I like that long haired, scruffy, deep manly laughing sort of guy.
Okay, enough.............I'm HEALED and that's what's really important...isn't it?
He's not your typical tall, dark and handsome. In fact, he's average height, white haired with a big ole mustache, but he tickles my fancy. He's got a great sense of humor and I have that on my list of prerequisites, for doctor's who are gonna dig around and remove organs from inside my body.
I'm thrilled that I no longer have my belly button taped closed, but it was with a deep sigh and little wave that I said, "good-bye" to Dr. Powell and left his office today. If you ever need a surgical procedure of any kind and wanna little over 50 eye-candy...he's your man! Of course different strokes, for different folks, but I like that long haired, scruffy, deep manly laughing sort of guy.
Okay, enough.............I'm HEALED and that's what's really important...isn't it?
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
BABY GOT BACK...BONE
Reba McEntire once said, “To succeed in life, you need three things: a wishbone, a backbone and a funny bone.”
I sure have that wishbone part down pat and I throw a little funny bone into every day. It’s the backbone that I find confusing. I’m not sure how much backbone I’m supposed to have. Is it okay to just let things slide, even if they make you uncomfortable? Is shouting your opinions from the rooftops louder than everyone else considered having a backbone? If I don’t call people on the carpet every time I disagree with them…do I lack a backbone? Does everything in life have to be on my terms only and should I fight to be sure they are…in order to have a backbone?
I like to think I have a backbone where it counts. I don’t let anyone walk all over the people I love. I believe that’s where a backbone is really necessary. As for me personally, well I choose my battles.
I’ve always been a rather peaceful, laid-back person and therefore have probably been run over many times by loud, obnoxious, opinionated individuals…but the funny part is…I can’t remember any of these incidents, so how important were they? When I do tap into my backbone it surprises people. Such as the other night when my drunken brother called me and decided to rake me over the coals for something I’d never even done. I hung up on him; but not before I used very flowery language to tell him what he could do with his rantings. Shocked the heck out of him and out of me. I think he actually respected me more for not taking his crap.
Baby got backbone, when she needs it. I just don’t feel that I have to yell to get my point across. I’m right…nuff said…you can rage all you want. I’m gonna take a nap.
I sure have that wishbone part down pat and I throw a little funny bone into every day. It’s the backbone that I find confusing. I’m not sure how much backbone I’m supposed to have. Is it okay to just let things slide, even if they make you uncomfortable? Is shouting your opinions from the rooftops louder than everyone else considered having a backbone? If I don’t call people on the carpet every time I disagree with them…do I lack a backbone? Does everything in life have to be on my terms only and should I fight to be sure they are…in order to have a backbone?
I like to think I have a backbone where it counts. I don’t let anyone walk all over the people I love. I believe that’s where a backbone is really necessary. As for me personally, well I choose my battles.
I’ve always been a rather peaceful, laid-back person and therefore have probably been run over many times by loud, obnoxious, opinionated individuals…but the funny part is…I can’t remember any of these incidents, so how important were they? When I do tap into my backbone it surprises people. Such as the other night when my drunken brother called me and decided to rake me over the coals for something I’d never even done. I hung up on him; but not before I used very flowery language to tell him what he could do with his rantings. Shocked the heck out of him and out of me. I think he actually respected me more for not taking his crap.
Baby got backbone, when she needs it. I just don’t feel that I have to yell to get my point across. I’m right…nuff said…you can rage all you want. I’m gonna take a nap.
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