Let's give em something to talk about.....

It's crazy - at my work - there's always something to talk about, something going on, the rumor mill starts here, I tell ya! My boss is in my office at 8:00 this morning teeling me everything that happened yesterday when I was out of the office. One of our police officers met me outside when I pulled up, he came inside with me and sat in my office for 30 minutes while I worked and he talked about people. Now - I don't like to be rude, but I also don't like to listen to a bunch of gossip. I usually just try to change the subject. The police officer was talking about his boss, and others in his department, then about looking for a new job. My boss was talking about her boss and some of the other department heads. Mostly griping - both of them. I don't have time to be the therapist or gossip columnist every morning that I come to work! I'm not sure how to handle this, what would you do?

My Grandma

My Grandma is here and she has a lot of stories to tell, I decided I was going to start writing a book of her life, but I can't get her to stay on track. I asked her what her earliest memory was and she said she didn't know, but continued talking and I just typed what she said......here's the last story I got from her.......

Ya see Q’s wife objects to black people, so I had to handle all of the blacks. There was one in particular that was good at what she did, she worked in my division, I had to train her and what have ya, she was really good and I trained her well, there was a convention in Dallas, when they got to Dallas, they were all dressed up, good lookin people, they just stood on the sidelines, and wouldn’t come in and sit down. Q saw them and stood up. One of the regional directors came up and asked who they were looking for, what division? They said Q. G’s division, and said they were looking for Reba G. Q stood up and said, “Reba G., where are you?” I stood up and Q turned and pointed at me, he told me to make room for them to sit down . After that, everyone knew Reba G. I had two black ones that stayed with me the rest of the time, before long 7000 people knew Reba G. After that every time there was a big meeting, everyone knew me, and once Quinton told me to meet him in Dallas, I said I wasn’t going because I didn’t have the money. The regional director called and told me he had reserved me a room right next to his, said he thought I might need some entertainment. I said “you idiot”. Q told me not to talk to the regional director that way, and I said ”I’ll talk to him any way I want”. I got there and I was the only woman out of 700,000 people. I couldn’t near believe it, the only woman. Now that was the Kinney Shoes convention, where there were 700,000 people…….

Then my mom walked in the room, and grandma stopped talking. I did shorten the names to protect the…..uh guilty. My grandma is sure a character, I love her though!!

yuck

awe man, a gnat just flew in my spaghetti! yuck!

Cold Spaghetti

I'm eating cold spaghetti for breakfast, I think I've decided it's better than cold pizza. My friend and I had spaghetti last night for dinner and she made my lunch today, but I'm eating it right now at 7 something in the morning for breakfast! It's really good! I'd share if you were here.

Crayons

I was posting my "things I'm thankful for" down there....when I typed crayons, I remembered when I was a kid, sharpening crayons in the pencil sharpener, then putting the shavings in wax paper and ironing them and melting them, it was so much fun!, (but I think I ruined my mom's iron once)..... and remember shrinky dinks? are those things still around?

I was talking to a friend of mine at work the other day about dolls and things that her kid has, I remember one year getting this "ice cream doll" for Christmas, it was a great big doll, with a huge head, I mean larger than a real life adult head, big I tell you, I didn't have it very long and the head fell off! I was sad.....stupid doll!

40 something things I'm thankful for...

God and the fact the he sent his Son to die on the cross so that we could be saved first of all.
Then...Family, friends, health, my job, my car (my bling as I call it), freedom, AIR CONDITIONING, love, music, dancing, Italian Food, Oreos, Chocolate Chip Cookies, Diet Dr. Pepper, Soap, Flip flops, water, clothes, Visa, fresh air, trees, grass, flowers, paint, crayons, sunshine, rainbows, clouds, wind, some dogs (not all of them), lipstick, computers, the internet, hats (baseball caps included), pillows, candles, deodorant, Q-tips, shopping malls, Cato's, laundry detergent, dishwashers, Beds!

There's many more things, but those were the first forty something I thought of......

Early Morning

I got to work early this morning, 6:20 to be exact. Whew! I spent the night at my mom's last night, stayed up past midnight visiting with my Grandma, slept on the couch and got up at 5:45. I took a really fast shower. I had to drip dry cuz there wasn't towel in my mom's guest bathroom or in the linen closet. I also used dish washing soap to wash my hair, cuz I didn't think to bring shampoo, and my parents were still sleeping. I managed though in spite of it all, to get myself ready and here. I hope you all have a great day!

OK...time has passed, now I can share....

Ok - enough time has passed and my pride is no longer keeping me from sharing this story, along with the fact that msthang posted her little episode on her site, I thought ok Sam, you can share.....

So, I'm at school, I absolutely never go in the restaurant in the University Center, but the first week of school I had a little over an hour between classes and I was starving. I thought, "I'll go over their get something to eat and read my book". Little did I know that it was like junior high cheerleading camp at UTA. Don't ask me, but there were about 15 different groups of very young teenage girls in here at this point. And it's about 4:45 p.m. I thought it strange, but I had already paid my money, so I was there. I had my backpack which is impossible to carry along with anything else, so I find a table in the corner and push my stuff back in the booth, I put a note pad on the table in hopes that people would realize that the table is taken. I go get a tray and a salad, all the while trying to keep an eye on my stuff. I'm walking back to the table, tray in hand, looking at the table trather than where I am going, and step right in a puddle of something wet. My foot slides out from under me, and I do a sort of break dance move, one leg out, the under underneath me, and catch myself with my free hand. Good thing is, I didn't drop the tray, salad was still in tact, I managed to stand up quickly in one large lunge, and carefully walk to my table. The only comment "Oh, good job, at least you saved the food." I gave him my "shut the **** up look", along with my smug fake "you think you're funny" grin, and went on about my business. It only hurt my pride, but I think I'm all patched up now.

Happy Thursday

It's been a good day - I got up early, for Thursday anyway - I actually don't have to be anywhere until 2:00 p.m. on Thursdays, so I've been sleeping in some, but I got up before 8:00 this morning, and did a little errand running, and shopping (not buying, just looking) Oh, I take that back, I did buy stuff at the Dollar General this morning, just hygeine stuff and some Sweet Mesquite BBQ Pringles. They're my newest crave. I so stole that phrase off my brother, Eddo. He said it like two years ago, and occasionally it pops in my head and out of my mouth "my newest crave" He probably doesn't say it anywmore, I know my brother and the phrase was probably something he used for about a week, then moved on to something new.......Anyway, back to me. (hee,hee) I took a Calculus test today, it went pretty well, not as well as I hoped, I so thought "I got this" goin into it, but when I sat down, my jaw dropped, and I kinda stared at the paper for a second, it looked like it was written in Greek. I skipped the first question, then the second and went to the last 8, they all went well. So I went back to the first two and answered them. We'll see how it goes. Hope your day was happy!

I just figured out how to post some pictures, but this is all I have on this computer

Lava after she played with her Mary Kay makeup kit

My brother...the best brother in the world 

Cowboy Lava This is me playing around....I don't ususally wear a cowboy hat

Lava in Snow 

Election Update

This just in, the provisional ballots have been counted. Of the 19, 7 were counted. 6 of the votes were for Garza (the incumbent that originally lost by 8 votes) and 1 of them was for Patton (the challenger)....so - the incumbent lost by 3 votes! He originally won the last election by one vote, till the tie.....man this is close! If I was him, I would demand a recount! Not really, I know me pretty well, I'd concede and move out of town. I hate losing. Then I would start my own City call it Lava Town, and proclaim myself Mayor. hee hee

It's a beautiful Day in the Neighborhood ...

It was a beautiful day, a little warm for me, but beautiful all the same. I actually got all of my homework done before class, ran a few errands, and went to school. I got out of my first class early and went to a little chinese restaurant near my school and had Chicken Lo Mein and read. As I said before, I'm reading "The Last Juror" by John Grisham. It's really good so far, I'd definitely recommend it. Then I went to my calculus class, I have a test on Thursday and I so thought my instructor was going to review today or give us some hint of what was going to be on it, he didn't. This was the only not so beautiful part of my day, BUT THEN he said the test will be ten questions, 8 of which will be multiple choice. I was ecstatic. "Now that's beautiful" I thought to myself......

Lunch Luck

I have had the best lunch luck lately.....last week, I was working away and got a call from a couple of the guys I work with and they invited me to come have lunch with them. I thought it was a little strange, but I said, ok, what the heck....I dropped what I was doing and off I went. They ordered my food before I got there and it arrived at the table the same time I did. That was cool, but then they insisted on paying as well. How nice was that? Anyway, I went to lunch with two of my friends on Friday, and a different guy that we work with came in to get a "take-out" order,a nd he threw monay on our table and said to put it toward out bill, of course it covered our bill! Free lunch again! Well today, I went to lunch with a friend and we just ordered some chips and queso and diet cokes, but she insisted on paying, even after I tried and tried. THEN, I got back to work and my other friend brought me barbecue and potato salad! What's up with this......I gotta say...feels like Lunch Luck to me!

Two days later.....

It's Monday, two days after the election, the election was close, but it's not over yet. The tenative winner is 8 votes ahead, but there are 19 provisional ballots, how many will get counted, we won't know until tomorrow!! It could change the outcome!!

Election Day (2nd time around)

Picture it, 2005, Sanger Texas. Small town of 5000 residents. The battle is on. On May 7, 2005 the general election was held. One Incumbent was beat out by his opponent....by a landslide. One Incumbent maintained his place on City Council, and the third, well...on Election Day the vote was counted and the Incumbent won by one vote; however, there was a catch. Three provisional ballots had been cast. These ballots went to the County and out of the three one had to be counted. We held our breaths, the results were in...It was a TIE! The first time in the City of Sanger this had happened. The panic set in, a run-off election was ahead.......

The battle begun.....citizens spoke up like never before, speaking out at Council meetings, writing letters to the editor, the campaign ads began like crazy. One Councilman that lost the election put a sign on his truck...."We want Sanger not Springerville".....Mr. Springer was campaigning for all three of the opponents, not the incumbents. Election signs are everywhere......

Now, today, June 11th, is the day of the run-off. I got up at 5:45 a.m. took my shower, and jumped in the car for the drive, on my way the phone began ringing, "How is it going so far?" was the first question. My response..."Uh...It's not even 7:00 yet, I'm not even there" (polls don't open till 7:00), apologies, and a bit later another call "where are you" ..."on my way" I reply to the stress filled voice on the other end of the receiver. I pull up in front of City Hall. I look around, and there are no signs posted. No "Vote Here", No "Pollig Place", and No distance markers as required. I whip around the side of the building, dash inside and with panic in my voice, I say "Rose - signs!" She raises her eyebrows, her mouth drops open in pure shock, she points dramatically to the West wall,a nd says "hurry, go, there in my office" I drop my personal effects, and dash to the other side of the building, grab the signs and a stapler since I can't find a hammer, and run outside to the locations 100 feet away from the building, and pound the signs into the ground with the bottom side of my stapler. I check my watch - 7:00, I made it just in time...what in the world would they do without me? I guess they would be signless. It's a good thing I decided to come to work this morning! I'll let you know how it turns out.

Nick Names

I came across this poem today and I thought it was cute, I always call people nick names at work, i don't know what it is, but I can't help it. Thing is a couple of weeks ago I called this lady the name I always call her, well her name is Irma and she is only about 4'10" if that, and I always called her Irma Squirma. I never really thought about it, but one day she kinda griped at me cuz I said it in front of someone, so I apologized and told her I wouldn't do it anymore. I felt bad, I didn't realize that it bothered her. Today, for some reason, I started calling her Irm, just left the "a"off, I got a look, I don't think she liked that one either. Anyway - here's the poem:

Nick Names by Kenn Nesbitt

My aunt calls me "Elizabeth."
My grandma calls me "Liz."
My sister calls me "Lisa,"
and the baby calls me "Wiz."

My uncle calls me "Betty,"
while my grandpa calls me "Beth."
My brother calls me "Dizzy Liz"
or sometimes "Lizard Breath."

My teacher calls me "Betsy,"
and my friends all call me "Bess."
I find these nicknames more annoying
than you'd ever guess.

I wish they would call me
by my real name instead.
I simply hate those nicknames;
see, my real name is Fred.

Maybe I should be nicer and just call people by their names......I'm gonna try, we'll see how well I do.

Déjà vu

I experienced it today. Really weird, but nice. I actually love the experience of feeling like I have done this before or been here before, it's familiar, and I love familiar territory.

I had to look up Déjà vu because I wasn't real sure how to spell it, and I found an actual meaning for it in the Skeptic's Dictionary:

Déjà vu is French for "already seen." Déjà vu is an uncanny feeling or illusion of having already seen or experienced something that is being experienced for the first time.

and from How stuff Works:

The term déjà vu is French and means, literally, "already seen." Those who have experienced the feeling describe it as an overwhelming sense of familiarity with something that shouldn't be familiar at all.

Just thought this was cool, and wanted you to know that I experienced this uncanny feeling today, and I loved it!

Take another little piece of my heart....

Don't you just love Janice Joplin? I do.....

Come on! Come On! Come On! and
take it, take another little piece of my heart now, baby.
Break another little piece of my heart, darling, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Have another little piece of my heart, baby, baby, baby,
You know you got it, if it makes you feel good.....

I think in all areas of life people can relate.....love, and everything else......

What do you think?

Say the good things.....

Today I was walking through my office and one of my co-workers said "man you look skinny" and another one agreed. It made me feel good, especially since I wasn't feeling like I looked to great today. It's been a rough week thus far, I haven't felt good....in fact, yesterday I stayed in bed most of the day, more than half of it anyway. I feel better today though, and I felt a little extra jolt when I got the compliments, so if you think something good about someone.....say it....you never know what a difference it might make.

Change is Hard.

Sometimes change is really hard, most times I can pretty much accept it and move on. Lately, I've been working alot on myself and on how I deal with people, as you can probably tell by my last couple of blog entries. I have this friend, that for some reason feels the need to tell me how good or not good I'm doing with this. She told me that I'm not getting better. I really took it to heart and for a moment let it make me feel bad. But the more I thought about it, I thought, ya know, how does she know? She can't tell me if I'm getting better at dealing with my feelings, she's not inside me, and doesn't know what process I go through in my mind to get where I am.

Some people are a lot more outspoken than others, and some people are just plain blunt. I am not. I don't think that makes me weak or wishy washy or even means I'm avoiding a situation. When I say I want to express myself to someone. Usually, I spend a lot of time thinking about the out come and my motivation for what it is I might want to say, and sometimes I don't like the outcome that I see, and sometimes I just realize my motivation is wrong. Sometimes I realize it needs to be said and eventually I say it, but it's hard for me, especially if it might hurt someone.

Change is hard, especially when you talk about changing your personality or something about who you are, it's possible, but it's hard. I've been me for 30 years, and I'm going to keep being me, I hope that the people in my life learn to accept me for who I am. I'm working on me, and better than that, God is still working on me, and you can choose to love the girl in front of you or not. It's your choice, and if you choose to, then by all means....LET ME BE ME!

Toe Blogging

I actually decided I was gonna write this blog with my toes, I wasn't feeling too well (still am not) so I reached over with my feet to hit the key when my computer was going to hibernate (to keep it from hibernating) My friend was like "what are you doing?" (in a slightly sarcastic tone and I told her I was going to blog with my toes. I amanaged to get to log in and get to the posting screen, but that's as far as I got. So - I really don't thin toe blogging is going to catch on...not for me anyway.

It's back!

I got the blogger bug back.....I just feel like writing again. I don't have much to say, but it feels good to finally want to say something. I started writing on my book again last night, it was great, I only wrote a paragraph because I had other stuff to do, but it felt awesome!

I'm reading two books right now, one of them is called "The Last Juror" by John Grisham, so far it's pretty good. The other one is called "Your Erroneous Zone" - It's a self help book. It talks a lot about not being immobilized by fear, and going ahead and speaking up and not living your life the way other people wnat you to. It's good for me. I ahve a hard time with trying to please everyone, and since that's impossible, I'm, always disappointed,a nd others are disappointed in me. I realize though that I do it to myself. I put myself in those positions, and only I can change it. So I'm gonna!

Speaking of Self-Help books, why do you think they call them self-help? I mean, somebody wrote the book, if you could help yourself you wouldn't need to read a book...right? If you're reading a book, how is that self help....Isn't that jus Help??

Fairy Tales

Sometimes I wish life was more like the story of Cinderella. Not the evil step sister part or step mother part, just the good stuff. I guess life can't be only the good part of fairy tails but it would be nice wouldn't it. Like if Sleeping beauty just took a nap, if Snow white was just able to approach the guy and say "hey what's up?".....instead of going through the whole running from the evil queen and living with dwarfs and all that, I mean what a waste of time. Life is a lot like fairy tales, the running around part, doing useless stuff to try to finally get to the point, whatever that may be. I say we all put the useless stuff aside, step up and say what we want, who we are, and where we want this life to take us.