Tuesday, December 16, 2008
A Wish from Me to You...
I've decided to take this blog on hiatus until after the first of the year. It is difficult to accept, but it is for the best with family visiting and the schedules at work with other members of my department taking turns with their time off over the holidays. You can still reach me on my e-mail address in my profile page if you're curious enough. ;p
Let me wish you the Happiest of Holidays and Heavenly Hope for the New Year!
Peace and the Magic of Love,
Sarah Sprinkles xxxooo
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Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Fortune Cookie Simplicity
Sprinkles says (5:14 PM):
so two fortune cookies..one from last night (chinese joint) and today at pf chang's kept talking about simplicity in some form...from your gut...what do you think it is saying?
Cousin Angie says (5:16 PM):
i think it means the cheap ass bastards shop from the same fortune cookie store
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Fortune Cookie Simplicity
Monday, December 08, 2008
In the Name of the Son
Tawny called me on Saturday afternoon telling me that Jeff had been taken to the hospital from a bad car accident and could I look up the number for Tampa General Hospital. They were on their way. My fingers nervously googled the number and I was able to rattle them off for her...I got call later that he was in the trauma unit. He was bleeding in his brain but the doctors were not concerned because he was still talking and then there was a part of his neck that was broken. His face was very swollen, his shoulders hurt and he was bruised. Even though he had his seat belt on, he still ended up on the passenger's side. Oh good God...Another call to log in to work to get the number of Jeff's boss' number from our global address in Outlook. Relatives had also arrived at the hospital...More calls and texts back and forth. By this time I had contacted our friend Kathy. The last message from Tawny in the late evening was that Jeff was getting a CAT Scan and her cell phone battery was low.
On Sunday, I called the nurses station to find out about Jeff and was told that they would pass my message along to the family. Shortly after I received two texts from Jeff's phone and voicemails from Jeff. What?! Oh crap. Which Jeff had gotten into the accident? I thought it was Big Jeff and not Little Jeff. As crazy as it sounds, with all the frantic calls...somehow I got the message wrong.
The scene of the accident was an area where I would find Big Jeff first more so than Little Jeff. Tawny rarely calls the respective Jeff's "My Husband" or "My Son". I have heard her address them both as Jeff and Jeffrey. Did I mention that grandpa was Jeff, too? Jeezus. Damn. I had to quickly update the people I told about the accident! There is more to this story but that is just getting into a Keystone Cop type of caper.
Once I finally received the story straight and threatened Tawny with a thrashing, she was able to let me know that Little Jeff was grumpy and not having a good time of it. He had a rough evening and no one really slept either. Jeffy was put in a bigger room to accommodate nearly 10 of his close relatives at one time. The doctors were going to rescan his brain in the afternoon. Then there was the matter of fracturing his C-5 on his neck which corresponds to your wrists, etc. of your body. (Googled it..) I was thinking this would suck extra since he is a drummer and works in IT. His diligent recovery and physical therapy would eventually depend on it.
Skipping to this morning. Tawny texted me that he may be going home today with a neck brace. In the afternoon, she IM'd me at work that they were home. Little Jeff would be at her home recovering instead of with his roommates. I told her I would be over after work.
Flowers...this 'little' boy would not want flowers...I decided on something that always makes me feel good: Asian food. I went to the Chinese Takeaway and ordered food for him and me. A quick call to let Tawny know I would be earlier revealed that they were sitting for dinner and starting on soup. I had wonton soup for Little Jeff as well as other stuff, but he could eat them tomorrow. It was when I arrived that brings us to the top of this blog entry.
Little Jeff's dark curls were covering his head like scattered giant commas, some hidden by the big neck brace he was wearing. His face was slightly swollen and rash from the inside of his car painted his forehead and side of his face in garish strokes. His pained body was slumped over his meal and he had a difficult time collecting his thoughts from the pain medication he had just ingested. My hands couldn't help but stroke his hair and his back long after I set his Asian treat next to him. I was just happy he was alive and seemed okay. They told me he wasn't breathing when they found him and that the passenger side of his sports car was crushed severely when he avoided an elderly lady driving a big luxury car. Now he's dealing with his pain, the guilt he feels for being in an accident and the interruption it has caused with his friend's and family's lives as well as the humbling experience of having many visitors and calls on his well-being. A bad car accident is a difficult way to find out how many people care about you.
My motherly heart couldn't imagine what it would be like to have the heart of a mother. I think I would not be able to bear it seeing my child surviving such an accident or worse. The thing is...each of Tawny's kids started in the Natal Intensive Care Unit after she birthed them. I don't think she was expecting to see one of her babies in the (Adult) Intensive Care Unit. My shadow wasn't darkening the door of the hospital unless it had to. I am very glad I didn't this time around.
Could we light a small city of candles for Tawny now? The woman has been having a bad week. What is it -- God doesn't give us anything we can't handle? Tawny is one of the strongest women I know. It is without a doubt that she and her husband will weather last week's news and their baby's recovery again.
Prayers and Hugs,
Sprinkles
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In the Name of the Son
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Bah Humbug...Pass the Canape
This news comes when my department is very busy. I thought that Bridget would show me up by getting most of the items waiting attention finished while I was on vacation. I came back to more of the same. There was an influx and significant changes to old items which required her attention during three of the five days, the last two part of a national holiday. With this back up, my boss' edict is to minimize distractions during work hours regardless. I've tried to give Tawny as much support as I can, but it is not the amount I would like to give during the day. She understands I hope.
Tuesday night found us sharing a meal at a Mexican restaurant with her husband Jeff; all of us drinking frozen strawberry margaritas while doing a post mortem on the day's events. The quirkiest thing was that Tawny was over my apartment on Monday night to return a casserole dish she borrowed from me. I expressed to her a sense of foreboding I had of me being made redundant at work that morning and she shared an incident at work that gave her the same thing only for her it came to fruition the next day. I am proud to say my gal is holding up well under the circumstances...
On a lighter note, we laughed the whole day about the free food we received at work and elsewhere. The property managers set-up a catering station between two of the buildings for all the tenants to enjoy a hot breakfast of eggs, ham, sausage, blintzes, crepes, fruit, etc. There was a chill in the air during our wait, but the yummy smells wafting over kept us in line. Later after lunch, the property managers again set-up a chocolate fountain station in our downstairs lobby while an ice cream station was set-up in the other building. It was almost too much.
The trifecta was complete when Sharon reminded me we were going to a Cadillac dealership that evening for an event. It was being catered by a well-known company. Yeah, we mingled and munched while drooling over leather seats and the behemoth SUV Cadillac Escalade. Talk about a total pimp vehicle! All we needed to do was tint the windows more and get different tires. I'll stick to my fuel efficient cutie while Sharon sticks to her Cadillac CTS lease for one more year.
The second batch of cooked jasmine rice needs readying for tomorrow's lunch so I need to get with it. Several people are bringing different dishes and we're all sharing. Gosh, I probably shouldn't think about it too much right now. Feeling a little queasy. Ha!
Help me say a prayer for Tawny and help me say another prayer for all of us to survive the holiday well and to be full of the smiles that comes from the caring and abundant love we share with each another.
Kisses and Big Hugs,
Sprinkles
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Bah Humbug...Pass the Canape
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Roll With It
No, I am not going to whine the whole entry. I survived and now on the mend just in time for going back to work tomorrow. Sigh. I must remember that any (perceived) suffering has an equal reward or so I heard somewhere today.
Oh some tidbits...
Other than rolling with the weird maladies and surprise punches, I am still enjoying my car. To say it gives me pure joy would be a true statement. It has become a meditative instrument for me. The blue lights on the dash are very calming. I am averaging 32/33 miles per gallon which is incredible!A funeral director tried to chat up Tawny and me at our friend Kathy's grandma's funeral last Sunday which was not in the same county and not "citified" like Trampa. What the hell was that about? So...you're Hillsborough County Girls. Sprinkles smirking in her head: We must be since we have all our teeth and well under the average age of this county -- 60.
Getting closer to getting my bike that I've been planning for almost a year now but thanks to my old car's constant care, I was forced to sink a few thousand dollars in that instead of the much anticipated bike.
Last Monday, Sharon's husband and friend came over to install the extra leaf on my dining room table that can now seat six comfortably as well as install a curved shower rod that - holy cow - gives you so much room to boogie in. I just might invite a couple of shower-friendly friends over for fun - no, test, I mean. LOL...I fed the boys a big lunch. Before I knew it, they were taking the leftovers and the rest of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies home. That same evening my old buddy Dianne came over, too. I made her dinner and more chocolate chip cookies. We ended up talking while we had the DVD Mamma Mia playing in the background. Poor thing was made redundant recently. Funnily enough, she chose to work in the financial sector thinking it would be safer. The upswing is that she won the grand prize during a film festival this summer. She and her husband will be embarking on a two-week fancy schmancy cruise the first two weeks of December. Hooray!
On Thanksgiving, our old friend Dan got engaged. Not sure how I completely feel about that other than a sense of anti-climactic and a sigh of relief. Hard to explain...
San Francisco Trish is coming to Orlando in late January for a visit to her boyfriend's family. The wench is forcing me to meet her in EPCOT. Ewww... She said that she would be my birthday present. I told her she's always wanted to fulfill her lesbian fantasies of me for at least 15 years now and that there was still no chance. Too bad she's not Angelina Jolie. There could have been a slight chance we could have worked that out. Hahaahhahaha.
I won't go into details, but today I learned what it meant to truly overextend my thoughtfulness, generosity and creativity to a few individuals who could never truly appreciate them by disrespecting those attributes of mine. It was sharply unexpected. I am over it; however, I am wincing at the words echoing from Tab about how I am too open and giving. It is a moot point because I will not change those parts of me. My joy in life will not be stolen so easily.
December is tomorrow. My old nemesis Christmas Blues hasn't fully surfaced this season. I hope I didn't jinx myself. In any case, thanks to my smitey illness, I was saved from being out and about on Black Friday. There is always (tomorrow) Cyber Monday where all the Internet deals are jostling for attention. Speaking of, I believe I have wash in the dryer that needs attention now. Good night, my lovelies. xo
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Roll With It
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
What Type of Weather Are You?
You Are Lightning |
Beautiful yet dangerous People will stop and watch you when you appear Even though you're capable of random violence You are best known for: your power Your dominant state: performing |
What Type of Weather Are You?
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
A Sexy Fit
I test drove eight vehicles over two days. My demeanor was more severe than usual. No easy smile, just business. Being female in the market for a car can be brutal. I look younger than I am and I appear to be very approachable with my easy smile. Not that weekend.
My cousin Dave picked me up on Sunday right after he attended church with his family. I showed him online the comparisons I had made with the ones I already tested and the other four for the day. He was further impressed that I had already called the car insurance company for quotes on all eight vehicles which would help me decide on how much I wanted to spend monthly on a vehicle.
To set a happy vibe, I took Dave to a very decadent Greek lunch as a thank you for spending his Sunday with me. My poor cousin wasn't prepared for the bitch he was escorting around. Good thing he has an outrageous sense of humor because he used it to soften my demeanor with the car salesmen. Most dealerships spoil their prospective buyers and this guy was making us walk in the sun even after I told him what I wanted to drive. At one point, he invited us to walk on one end of the dealership. I said, "No. You already know what I want so why don't you just bring it to me?" Eek!! I don't recall the last time I was so incredibly and blatantly rude to someone. Yeah, you should have seen the look on his face. Stunned was an understatement with my cousin gasping in the background.
The salesman tried to get to know me by asking about the last name on my driver's license. I corrected him that it can be mistaken for middle-eastern but I told him that it was German this time around. Could this guy catch a break with the fierce AGOL? Let me confess that I found this guy to be attractive and I didn't want to be googley-eyed while I attended to important matters. It did get better after the second car he let me drive AND more later as I was ready to buy the car I have now after visiting the Nissan dealership across the road. Those people were something else. It is not good when the AGOL can recite the features of the vehicle more so than the salesman...
Today I visited the dealership again to have them fix a minuscule blemish I found. My salesman was very accommodating and I was full of smiles for him. As a nice surprise for him, I left a CD playing middle-eastern music in the car that would sound familiar to him. He would hear it as soon as he drove it to the service center on the other side of the dealership. It was my way of apologizing to him. Apparently, it was the right thing to do because he was extra nice to me when he came in. I knew he was looking at me with new eyes as if to ask What the heck is this Filipino chick doing with belly dancing music in her car? There may be more I haven't shared, but it doesn't matter because nothing can come of it. He's married. I don't intend on setting a trend just because I've already bitten the apple.
My new car is very light and very fast. It drives like it is on rails. The color is called Storm Silver Metallic. I did a multi-exposure pic with the pic from the online site and the one from my cell phone of the dash when I took it home two Sundays ago.
I may be enjoying this new car a little too much. It would be fair to say that I've caught myself easing on the gas pedal because I was driving fast in city streets. What can I say? It is a sexy drive. My plans to get the windows tinted will make it sexier. No, it's not a Lamborghini Murcielago or a Mercedes McLaren, but it is mine.
When not avoiding speeding tickets, I've been buried in work. Bridget has had to help me with other aspects of my job since she has more down time. I am taking some time off next week and I need to get caught up enough so she is not buried herself doing my job while I am off. The new car has been a nice diversion. I am sleeping better now -- since Saturday only but I am grateful for whatever I can get. You may be missing some other updates. I will try to remember and insert them in the next posts. Thanks for being patient. I missed blogging and today I knew I would be posting which made me extra happy.
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A Sexy Fit
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Engine Light
My car had to be turned around half way to work because I noticed the engine light came on. I stopped home to get my power supply for my laptop and my wireless card before heading towards the car shop. Their prognosis was expensive, but understandable considering the age of the vehicle. I balked (not too softly) about the cost and they trimmed $100 off and threw in an oil change.
When I called my boss to give him an update, he gave me The Talk. He prefaced it by saying he was talking to me as a friend and not as a boss. It entailed the cost of the aging vehicle, the amount of money I've sunk into it this past year and about finally making the call to the bank for a car loan. He was right, but I was devastated at the prospect of having a car payment which I have not had to do for seven years.
I called the bank and in the midst of waiting for them to call back with an approval amount, I had the mechanic halt his progress. Eventually, I received my call back with an approval. I had to scramble to send my loan officer the last two pay stubs via PDF from my e-statements before making my way to the nearest branch for a bank draft with my loan amount. The shop was disappointed at the lost dollars, but I was happier at the solution...mostly.
By the time I finished signing for the bank draft to take with me when I am ready to buy my chosen car, it was almost three o'clock with no midmorning snack or lunch. I had guzzled down a sugary drink sometime and I couldn't wait to go home.
My work suffered from today...I received a good amount of additional encouraging support from Bridget, Tawny, Sharon and my cousin Angie in Los Angeles. I called Angie's brother Dave with a request for help/advice in buying a new vehicle and at the same time he extracted a positive answer for my being present at Thanksgiving dinner. How could I say no? We are going to get together on Sunday for my vehicle purchase.
A good portion of my evening was spent researching online for car makes and models. At least I was attempting to when I was not falling asleep from lack of it. How aggravating. It's been 12 years since my last vehicle purchase. Yes, that's a very long time. This vehicle just turned 144,000 miles which averages about 12,000 driving miles per year. Not bad. I was hoping to drive it another 25,000. This just goes to prove that your AGOL is not all about Shallowville. I don't identify with my car as far as a prestige thing; it is a mode to get from one point to another. Wish me luck.
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Engine Light
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Barack Obama's Acceptance Speech
From: http://news.yahoo.com/s/ynews/ynews_pl135
Remarks of President-Elect Barack Obama-as prepared for delivery
Election Night
Tuesday, November 4th, 2008
Chicago, Illinois
If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible; who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time; who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer.
It's the answer told by lines that stretched around schools and churches in numbers this nation has never seen; by people who waited three hours and four hours, many for the very first time in their lives, because they believed that this time must be different; that their voice could be that difference.
It's the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, black, white, Hispanic, Asian, Native American, gay, straight, disabled and not disabled - Americans who sent a message to the world that we have never been a collection of Red States and Blue States: we are, and always will be, the United States of America.
It's the answer that led those who have been told for so long by so many to be cynical, and fearful, and doubtful of what we can achieve to put their hands on the arc of history and bend it once more toward the hope of a better day.
It's been a long time coming, but tonight, because of what we did on this day, in this election, at this defining moment, change has come to America.
I just received a very gracious call from Senator McCain. He fought long and hard in this campaign, and he's fought even longer and harder for the country he loves. He has endured sacrifices for America that most of us cannot begin to imagine, and we are better off for the service rendered by this brave and selfless leader. I congratulate him and Governor Palin for all they have achieved, and I look forward to working with them to renew this nation's promise in the months ahead.
I want to thank my partner in this journey, a man who campaigned from his heart and spoke for the men and women he grew up with on the streets of Scranton and rode with on that train home to Delaware, the Vice President-elect of the United States, Joe Biden.
I would not be standing here tonight without the unyielding support of my best friend for the last sixteen years, the rock of our family and the love of my life, our nation's next First Lady, Michelle Obama. Sasha and Malia, I love you both so much, and you have earned the new puppy that's coming with us to the White House. And while she's no longer with us, I know my grandmother is watching, along with the family that made me who I am. I miss them tonight, and know that my debt to them is beyond measure.
To my campaign manager David Plouffe, my chief strategist David Axelrod, and the best campaign team ever assembled in the history of politics - you made this happen, and I am forever grateful for what you've sacrificed to get it done.
But above all, I will never forget who this victory truly belongs to - it belongs to you.
I was never the likeliest candidate for this office. We didn't start with much money or many endorsements. Our campaign was not hatched in the halls of Washington - it began in the backyards of Des Moines and the living rooms of Concord and the front porches of Charleston.
It was built by working men and women who dug into what little savings they had to give five dollars and ten dollars and twenty dollars to this cause. It grew strength from the young people who rejected the myth of their generation's apathy; who left their homes and their families for jobs that offered little pay and less sleep; from the not-so-young people who braved the bitter cold and scorching heat to knock on the doors of perfect strangers; from the millions of Americans who volunteered, and organized, and proved that more than two centuries later, a government of the people, by the people and for the people has not perished from this Earth. This is your victory.
I know you didn't do this just to win an election and I know you didn't do it for me. You did it because you understand the enormity of the task that lies ahead. For even as we celebrate tonight, we know the challenges that tomorrow will bring are the greatest of our lifetime - two wars, a planet in peril, the worst financial crisis in a century. Even as we stand here tonight, we know there are brave Americans waking up in the deserts of Iraq and the mountains of Afghanistan to risk their lives for us. There are mothers and fathers who will lie awake after their children fall asleep and wonder how they'll make the mortgage, or pay their doctor's bills, or save enough for college. There is new energy to harness and new jobs to be created; new schools to build and threats to meet and alliances to repair.
The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even one term, but America - I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there. I promise you - we as a people will get there.
There will be setbacks and false starts. There are many who won't agree with every decision or policy I make as President, and we know that government can't solve every problem. But I will always be honest with you about the challenges we face. I will listen to you, especially when we disagree. And above all, I will ask you join in the work of remaking this nation the only way it's been done in America for two-hundred and twenty-one years - block by block, brick by brick, calloused hand by calloused hand.
What began twenty-one months ago in the depths of winter must not end on this autumn night. This victory alone is not the change we seek - it is only the chance for us to make that change. And that cannot happen if we go back to the way things were. It cannot happen without you.
So let us summon a new spirit of patriotism; of service and responsibility where each of us resolves to pitch in and work harder and look after not only ourselves, but each other. Let us remember that if this financial crisis taught us anything, it's that we cannot have a thriving Wall Street while Main Street suffers - in this country, we rise or fall as one nation; as one people.
Let us resist the temptation to fall back on the same partisanship and pettiness and immaturity that has poisoned our politics for so long. Let us remember that it was a man from this state who first carried the banner of the Republican Party to the White House - a party founded on the values of self-reliance, individual liberty, and national unity. Those are values we all share, and while the Democratic Party has won a great victory tonight, we do so with a measure of humility and determination to heal the divides that have held back our progress. As Lincoln said to a nation far more divided than ours, "We are not enemies, but friends...though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection." And to those Americans whose support I have yet to earn - I may not have won your vote, but I hear your voices, I need your help, and I will be your President too.
And to all those watching tonight from beyond our shores, from parliaments and palaces to those who are huddled around radios in the forgotten corners of our world - our stories are singular, but our destiny is shared, and a new dawn of American leadership is at hand. To those who would tear this world down - we will defeat you. To those who seek peace and security - we support you. And to all those who have wondered if America's beacon still burns as bright - tonight we proved once more that the true strength of our nation comes not from our the might of our arms or the scale of our wealth, but from the enduring power of our ideals: democracy, liberty, opportunity, and unyielding hope.
For that is the true genius of America - that America can change. Our union can be perfected. And what we have already achieved gives us hope for what we can and must achieve tomorrow.
This election had many firsts and many stories that will be told for generations. But one that's on my mind tonight is about a woman who cast her ballot in Atlanta. She's a lot like the millions of others who stood in line to make their voice heard in this election except for one thing - Ann Nixon Cooper is 106 years old.
She was born just a generation past slavery; a time when there were no cars on the road or planes in the sky; when someone like her couldn't vote for two reasons - because she was a woman and because of the color of her skin.
And tonight, I think about all that she's seen throughout her century in America - the heartache and the hope; the struggle and the progress; the times we were told that we can't, and the people who pressed on with that American creed: Yes we can.
At a time when women's voices were silenced and their hopes dismissed, she lived to see them stand up and speak out and reach for the ballot. Yes we can.
When there was despair in the dust bowl and depression across the land, she saw a nation conquer fear itself with a New Deal, new jobs and a new sense of common purpose. Yes we can.
When the bombs fell on our harbor and tyranny threatened the world, she was there to witness a generation rise to greatness and a democracy was saved. Yes we can.
She was there for the buses in Montgomery, the hoses in Birmingham, a bridge in Selma, and a preacher from Atlanta who told a people that "We Shall Overcome." Yes we can.
A man touched down on the moon, a wall came down in Berlin, a world was connected by our own science and imagination. And this year, in this election, she touched her finger to a screen, and cast her vote, because after 106 years in America, through the best of times and the darkest of hours, she knows how America can change. Yes we can.
America, we have come so far. We have seen so much. But there is so much more to do. So tonight, let us ask ourselves - if our children should live to see the next century; if my daughters should be so lucky to live as long as Ann Nixon Cooper, what change will they see? What progress will we have made?
This is our chance to answer that call. This is our moment. This is our time - to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the American Dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth - that out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope, and where we are met with cynicism, and doubt, and those who tell us that we can't, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people:
Yes We Can. Thank you, God bless you, and may God Bless the United States of America.
...and God Bless Obama.
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Barack Obama's Acceptance Speech
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Election Day
My insomnia kicked in...I woke up at 1:30am and stayed awake till 3am. My body and mind were not prepared for Bridget's car breaking down which necessitated for her to not be at work. My boss gave me a "honey do" list on a yellow piece of paper. When I post yesterday's stuff, you will know that my day off turned into a working from home day. So much for taking a mental health day. I was beat going in this morning.
The erratic and nervous energy my boss exuded made me eat/drink an avocado...several pieces of Halloween candy...a small banana...a bunch of fish crackers...a cup of full sugar hot chocolate...a can of cherry cola...and God knows what else BEFORE 11am. Yes, that bad.
I bought lunch at the cafe downstairs and brought it up to eat at my desk while I continued to work. My sleep deprivation eventually caught up with me and my energy was nil. I had to find some before I left to go home. My cousin Angie had me on speaker phone on my drive home which allowed her and her pal Alfred to talk to me from California while I made my way home. Talking to someone while I am tired makes me drive better because I go on autopilot...
Tawny picked me up so we could get some pizza for election results watching at her place. Pizza...cola...coffee..and yummy baked cookies were served at Chez Tawny. Yup - meal of the sleep deprived. In the end, it was all worth it.
Clockwise starting left: I needed an activity while waiting for results so I colored in the states as the results came in; First screen with Barack projection; NBC.com with announcement on Tawny's laptop; and McCain giving his concession speech with Barack Obama-President caption
Tawny shared this quote from someone in National Public Radio (NPR):
Here is President Elect Obama with his acceptance speech.
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Election Day
Sunday, November 02, 2008
Comfortable with Asians
About 60 adults and children attended. Amy and I assisted Michelle with the kids' games after lunch. She was frazzled and had too many distractions. We did Pin the Tail on the Donkey first; stickers at the end of the tails were used in lieu of the pins. When it came to the pinata, I expected the traditional style with a bat. Not this year. They bought pinatas that used ribbon strings. Each child gets to pull a ribbon string from the bottom of the pinata until one eventually pulls the one that spills the candy everywhere. Odd but safer, I guess. There were two pinatas for Eva and her cousin Aidan who was celebrating his 3rd birthday, too. The candy filling spilled quickly from both and the kids went crazy scrambling for their loot.
We all settled a bit after the games were played and cakes were served. The men were watching football on a TV plugged into the pavilion outlet while the ladies mingled. I met a couple of Michelle's husband's friends. One lady was Chinese and we enjoyed a conversation on Spam Musubi, a sushi sandwich type food made with Spam, Furikake (seaweed/wasabi sprinkles) over rice encased in a seaweed wrap. Her sister joined us and our conversation steered towards children. My own childless state was revealed and my increasing age. The sister was pregnant and already had a five year old. She shocked me by saying she was 39 -- she looked 2o and told her as much. We laughed at the old Asian age deception.
After the birthday picnic, I asked Amy if she wanted to take a tour of the big Asian grocery store downtown. We picked up a few things with Amy agog all over the sights and smells. I had one scare. Amy had ordered two fresh tilapia fish from the live tank after confirming the guys would clean them. They cleaned them all right: chopped the tail, scraped the scales and gave the fish a good rinse after eviscerating them just before double-bagging them in plastic for her. I pushed our cart through a couple of aisles and was reading something in the spice aisle. One of the fish in the bag started to flip-flop around. I was startled and freaked out. With a sheepish look at Amy, I joked that the fish had some nerve. It twitched some more after that and I told it that it was just being rude. Amy died laughing. Oh..well...yes, the fish eventually quieted down permanently. Hee.
I called Tawny in the evening and asked her if she wanted to accompany me to the store before I succumbed to the tiring events of the day. She agreed and off we went. Tawny and I exchanged stories of our recent adventures away from one another. Last night's Halloween party was a success, but she still missed my presence. You know what's great about doing normal stuff with one of your best friends? Everything. There is no pressure to be anybody but you and to share the truths that make you who you are and more importantly to be able to laugh about them out loud in between the aisles of shampoo and conditioner...
My mind kept thinking about the outing today at the park. It struck me that I miss being around an all-Asian community. What I mean is being surrounded by Asians all the time like how I grew up and lived while in the Philippines. My Asian side thirsts for more connections. The thirst is slaked a little during lunch at work with my Asian mafia and our outings. The need didn't manifest or was made known to me until the last few months. A part of me feels badly and maybe betraying a part of my life, but how can that be? I am a walking dichotomy. I am both Asian and white. When I am with Asians, my Caucasian side is what they see first and when I am with Caucasians, my Asian side is what they see first. There are worse things I suppose like running out of rice in the cupboard.
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Comfortable with Asians
Saturday, November 01, 2008
Early Voting
Armed with Dunkin Donuts coffees (one iced/one hot) and their new egg & cheese wrap from the drive-thru, I drove further up the road to a popular library for early voting. Cars were parked on the grass just up on the curb off the main road far in advance of the library. It was about 8:30a; the polling place had opened at 7am. I braved a stop first inside the library parking lot and got lucky with someone pulling out. By this time, all that was left was hot coffee which I took with me and a book to read during the long queue snaking in front of the library. The signs said it was a two-hour wait to vote. Bullshit. I waited four hours! Luckily I talked to a charming lady who worked for Christian Dior cosmetics. What else could make an AGOL happy but talk about Shallowville stuff? Not the whole four hours of course...
My sensible sneakers made the wait in line more than bearable. Others were succumbing to sitting on the curb once they got to it or were complaining about their aching backs. No one fell out of line because to us voting was not an option but a requirement. This election year is too important not to vote.
Before I went inside the library, I called the girls to let them know that I was running an hour late for our lunch date. Sharon, Amy and I were all meeting at work and then taking Sharon's car to St. Petersburg to find this Filipino restaurant we hadn't tried in a while. I still had to go home and take care of the dog before a longer stretch out. It took us an extra 20 minutes to find the place because we got lost. At 3pm, we finally ate lunch like wolves starving from a long winter without food. The food was better than my last trip there but did not outshine my aunt's or my cooking. We just use more quality vegetables/meat and make sure to have fuller flavor by seasoning properly through marinades or ingredients. Our food has more color, too. What can I say?
This was funny...Sharon insisted going a different way home and bragged about how much easier it was. Yes, we got lost again for 10 minutes and almost got killed twice with Sharon not yielding to traffic. We laughed it off since our humor was back thanks to lunch.
Tawny texted me while we were out. She was expressing how she missed me and wished I was going to the Halloween party at Dan's house tonight. As soon as the invite had been sent last week, I declined. I didn't feel like driving home late with my night blindness from his home which was miles from mine. My desire to dress up in costume was non-existent. There would be enough guests and I didn't feel like pretending joy. The last couple of weeks have been trying at work. My rule for myself lately has been: If it won't give you joy and you have to pretend too much, then don't do it. I would still miss being with Tawny and our other friends plus seeing their creative Halloween decor at Dan's house.
I contributed to the world today. It is time for change and I want to see a black man become president. My belief in the hope he represents brings tears to my eyes. The last eight years have felt like a group of people letting some popular person's son play at a high office and using him for a puppet for their own agenda. It is at the end of his two terms that I feel he now fully understands what havoc his playacting and marionette responses have yielded. Four hours in line was well worth the wait and that investment in joy will be paying off next Tuesday.
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Early Voting
Friday, October 31, 2008
Scary Spooky
I was chastised today for not dressing up for Halloween at work. My motivation for dressing up silly was nowhere to be found; besides, my lunch date would not have appreciated it. He enjoyed me as Sparkling Sprinkles not Spooky Sprinkles. Poor thing received a text message from me with my meal order and apologies for being later while I was stuck in my boss' office. He already accomodated me by working in a late lunch. Someone was long-winded on a conference call that ran over an hour. Grrr..
Pictures were not a priority today unlike last year, but here are a few for you to enjoy:
Condiment Twins: Michelle (Ketchup) & Sharon (Mustard)
Nun on the Run Amy -- This actually scared me when I came around the corner and saw her. Probably a childhood flashback haunting me.
No one recognized a Redneck Bridget. I stood in line for 20 minutes last night getting these teeth for her at the party store.
Is this the official Korean/Asian pose? Kim thought so.
Okay... During a conference call with my new North American mothership, I took two pictures of Bridget. The first one with her eyes open and another with her eyes closed which is the shot I really wanted so I could get a picture of her false eyelashes. I was showing her the closed thumbnail on my cell phone and when I selected it to be full screen, her open eyes shot came through. Talk about freakin' spooky! I swear it is not a hoax. Look at the date, file name and file size on both files. They are the same:
...and that's how Halloween should be: Scary Spooky!
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Scary Spooky
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
McCain Paper Dolls
SPRINKLES: I saw McCain paper dolls at the bookstore. Ew!
TAWNY: Why would anyone want McCain paper dolls?
SPRINKLES: Redneck voodoo.
Damn - I almost wet myself laughing. Politics ARE funny.
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McCain Paper Dolls
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Working on the Weekend
Our normally fun appointment was more sedate. Michelle was on antibiotics and her mouth was swollen from surgery. Thankfully, she was able to cut, color and style. I had places to go.
First stop after was at a McDonald's drive-thru for a late lunch to be eaten at work. Yes, I went in since I was already half way there and I brought my laptop. There were more cars around the building and the parking garage than I expected.
I set up camp at my desk by starting my laptop, spreading out my lunch and engaging the fan to be on and oscillate. The building turns the air down during the weekends. Thank God for my very nice tower fan so I wouldn't feel suffocated with no air moving.
Why was I at work? Well...no real reason, but to get some work done. I had some interruptions. Kristey called me and we chatted for a bit. Sharon returned my call. She invited me to a nice restaurant bar by the water later in the evening after she and her visiting buddy had dinner. I told her I would let her know by 8:30pm.
The funniest part about being at work on a Saturday was scaring the cleaning crew. They accessed my area of the building and was greeted with the lights on and Amy Winehouse blasting from my cube. They do not expect anyone to be there on the weekends. Two of them came over to specifically say hello and to let me know they were on my floor.
The best part for me was blaring CDs of Robin Thicke, Joss Stone, Amy Winehouse, Brian Setzer Orchestra (swing) and a some middle eastern mixes while I worked.
I left work around 6:30pm and ended up catching up with Kathy on my cell on the way home. We made plans for the middle of the week. By the time I picked up dinner and got settled at home, I didn't want to drive back about 23 miles to meet up so late. I have to watch out for my night blindness when I am tired. One or two drinks at the bar after staring at my computer screen for several hours definitely puts me in the realm of fatigue. I made a quick call and my apologies to Sharon.
My body knows when the weekend is here. For some reason it signals to sleep early and to sleep in late. What the hell is that about? That quirky Circadian Rhythm was dancing the slower rumba when it should be jumping to the samba. Sigh.
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Working on the Weekend
Friday, October 24, 2008
While the Cat's Away...
Even as a single gal, I have a "Honey Do List". The hard part is finding "A Honey" to do them when you don't have one. How does THREE sound? Sharon's husband is coming down next month to spend Thanksgiving week with her. (Long story short: They live in separate states due to his stint in the military and being redeployed in Afghanistan every other six months.) A couple of his buddies are coming down to visit as well.
I mentioned to Sharon my desire to hang a new curved curtain shower rod, but I would need help -- namely a drill. I had been telling her of my other thing to install airplane cables across the back wall of my bedroom so I can free form hang sari fabric or use tab clips to hang other fabric. This contraption requires two people for efficiency and accuracy. Sharon solved my dilemma by volunteering her husband and friends as I am off that week, too. What a great idea! I told her that I would serve them their favorite beer and make them a home cooked meal.
Sharon, Bridget, Michelle and I walked to the big mall and had humorous lunch at the upscale sports bar. We decided we wanted something special and we wanted to be waited on instead a self-serve meal elsewhere in the mall. After lunch, we stopped at Godiva Chocolatier on the way for a few decadent truffles before scurrying back across the large parking lot to our building. It had been raining off and on all day.
Remember when I was having issues with my new laptop? Those little computer gremlins were at it again or have been the last two weeks. I asked someone in the other building if we could swap out the shell. (For those not in the know, "shell" in this instance means everything except the hard drive.) A nice sized Godiva chocolate candy was offered as an incentive. Ha!
I ended up leaving early and going to the other building where my shell was swapped out and spent almost two hours talking to someone I hadn't really talked to in two years. There is a rare breed of men I can easily be myself without having the pressure of being scintillating in some sort of way. This guy who helped me out is one of them. We've always had an easy camaraderie. Sharing similar life and work angst was gratifying. Face it -- outwardly bemoaning your state of affairs by yourself and to yourself just sounds loony, now doesn't it?
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While the Cat's Away...
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Little Measly Article
Here it goes...A very successful writer and award-winning record producer wrote about her old college English literature professor who had a profound impact on her life, a man who made her fall in love with poetry and the written word. It was because of him that she visited Ireland and to make her first stop Yeats' house. Two decades later she met the professor again. He was in a wheel chair accompanied by an aide. She approached him and expressed to him his influence on her. He didn't respond. In her desperation, she wanted to give back so she decided to send him music she produced with famous cellist Yo-Yo Ma. The aide was kind enough to share his address which she found out was two blocks from her own home.
The writer was ready to take her leave but turned around and recited a verse in his ear. It was the first words from Yeats' Sailing to Byzantium she learned from her once passionate professor:
THAT is no country for old men. The youngIn one another's arms, birds in the trees-Those dying generations - at their song,The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer longWhatever is begotten, born, and dies.Caught in that sensual music all neglectMonuments of unageing intellect.
She cried hard on her way home. The music was eventually sent and she learned not too long after that he passed.
It wasn't her professor's dying that I found sad per se, but the moment when she attempted to express his passionate stamp on her life at a time when he may not have fully appreciated it. A chord within me was struck hard. And then the resonance blossomed further when she whispered back the passion she learned from him, hoping against hope that just maybe the words would reach him inside somehow. That was what made the tears fall and mingle with the spray of water during my morning shower. His passion for 19th century poetry had flowed to her and God knows to how many more impressionable minds to galvanize them to do God knows how great or small and fulfilling adventures in their lives...
My drive into work was comforted thanks to sips of my hot berry-flavored fruit tea on the way. The rest of the day was a struggle for some reason. Bridget and I rejoiced that our boss had left early today. He reminded us that he was off tomorrow, too. Really, he's been stressed and we gals need a break from him.
Still early in the evening (said AGOL the Insomniac). I think I'll read a chunk of pages from two books I am reading. Sleep tight, my lovelies. xxoo
*Oprah Magazine, October 2008: To Sir, with Love by Laraine Perri, pp:239-241.
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Little Measly Article
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Reminiscing
I don't think about such a thing much these days, but we had to get potable water from the American airbase -- just outside actually. A big hard near opaque white plastic jug with a brass faucet would be filled then brought back to our house almost everyday. One of my mother's male cousins lived with us and it was his task to get the water. It was an interesting thing...I haven't thought about that in a long time.
Later in the day, I told Rob about it and he laughed. I asked him why and he said, "Just my subtle impact." I shook my head. He always enjoys these stories especially the ones he has somehow a hand in making me remember. Brat.
Lunch was lively with all the members of the Asian (Lunch) Mafia. Kim had cooked a big batch of fried rice the night before to share with us. Good thing because Bridget was about to brave the cafe downstairs since she didn't bring anything. It was flavorful with a hint of spice. The whole thing also had small dices of Spam. It's an Asian thing. Go ask anyone in Hawaii; that state is the largest consumer of Spam per capita. We were so loud that we had to close the door. Man are we funny together!
I worked an extra 40 minutes this evening. Aargh. I didn't listen to myself which would have kept me from starting a project. The week is just beginning and I am already tired...My hairdresser returned my call from Friday. We set an appointment for Saturday which got me thinking when I would have my nails done. I'd have to work it in that day somehow. Speaking of...
Two weeks ago my nail lady suggested a new nail product: acrylic mixed with different colors of micro glitter. I agreed to one on my ring finger, but got talked into both ring fingers while keeping the rest a French manicure. I chose a diamond or silver color. It was a challenge to explain to her how tacky these things were on all nails and how inappropriate they were for a corporate setting.
The following pic is of my nails on my right hand. It is difficult to get a good pic with the lighting and my double-jointed fingers making awkward poses. Notice the pumpkin soup tureen in the background? That is what I have displayed on my kitchen table for autumn at the moment. Large pillar candles on equally large candle columns flank it. Back to AGOL's nails:
Lookee...Shiny...Sparkly...
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Reminiscing
Sunday, October 19, 2008
TAMPA BAY RAYS - WORLD SERIES
WOO HOO!!!
From "worst" to "world series" and for the first time for this 11-year franchise history, they have the Magic Touch -- dance with me to this killer song:
Robin Thicke's "Magic" from his new album "Something Else"
XXOOXOXO
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TAMPA BAY RAYS - WORLD SERIES
Feta is Quiche
Remember I told you I bought a big block of feta cheese? I had a craving for tiropita and spanakopita. Lacking the phyllo dough to make these feta/spinach dishes, I decided to omit it and make a crustless quiche or frittata. It tasted more like a quiche.
Look at my new onion holder for the refrigerator. I had to have it when I saw it at the grocery store. It can hold a very large onion.
I sauteed a quarter of a large onion and then mixed it in the half a cup of spinach, two eggs and enough crumbled feta cheese to have a thick lumpy mixture. (Apologies on the impromptu recipe. I hardly measure and I was cutting the block of feta a little at a time.) I buttered the shallow pie plate before spreading the feta mixture on top. It baked in the oven at 350-degrees for 15 minutes and then I set the oven on broil so I could get those attractive spots on top of the pie and to finish cooking it.
This pie was quite flavorful and probably many calories less than a traditional quiche. The feta mix could be used with additional spinach in a pie using phyllo next time when I want to get my Greek on.
I shopped in the late afternoon for non-food items. Almost a dozen plastic bags were filled with not-so-fun stuff like paper towels, toilet tissue, trash bags, etc. My treasure of the day was a set of four $5 compact fluorescent lightbulbs (CFLs) which emit enough light for 40Watts but only use 9Watts. These were more special because they had to be shaped like globes for the vanity mirror in the bathroom. Talk about bright white light! I love love love them!
Tawny stopped by late this evening to give me what appears to be (at first) a big box of red Christmas ornaments from IKEA. She was quick to let me know that they were not. :::AGOL stunned face::: They were actually Valentine's ornaments! Not really, my lovelies. This set had ornaments shaped like hearts. She and Jeff saw the display as soon as they walked into IKEA and had to get it for me. I guess I will wait to hang my "Valentine's ornaments".
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Feta is Quiche
Friday, October 17, 2008
Now Dining with a Flying Saucer
Two of the Asian Mafia and I walked to lunch. We ate bad Asian food from the food court. One of us (not me!) was desperate for rice. I tortured the girls with two stops: 1) Origins for a bottle of Ginger Essence perfume and 2) Sephora for more BareMineral make-up and TooFaced's Lash Injection mascara. Hellooooooooo Shallowville!
It was my plan to get off early, but my boss stayed later and then left me with a small assignment. It was to provide my SVP with an update on something which I couldn't do half-assed and required careful verbiage. I still made good time going home to take care of Cabal.
There was a goldenrod-colored hang tag on my apartment door. That signaled that maintenance had come in. Hmmm..No permission from me, I thought. Upon closer inspection of the notes scribbled, the maintenance lady who Cabal likes had replaced my old canister light in the dining room with what appears to be a flying saucer. Holy cow! It is rather impressive in the tiny space. This was my upgrade choice when I renewed my lease last month.
AGOL's flying saucer:
The good and bad thing about the new chandelier? It brightens the area significantly. While lovely, I can see I need to take a vacuum to the hanging dust bunnies on the ceiling. Yikes.
Two days ago I had told Filipino Sharon that I would see her and Korean Kim at the bowling alley where they compete in a league. The bowling alley is located in Clearwater, near my old house which is now an hour's drive across the bay. Let's just say the variety of crowd milling about this place provided good people watching.
Kim brought warm sake in a thermos which threw me for a loop. I had to buy the requisite greasy bowling alley food to soak it up. Our group ended up in the bar attached to the alley where we danced, sang out loud with the music, drank a little and laughed. We left at 11:30pm and I arrived home 15 minutes sooner thanks to no traffic. Too bad I couldn't get my new flying saucer to take me home.
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Now Dining with a Flying Saucer
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Scavenger Hunt
Okay...I am going to indulge in bragging about the resounding success of the Digital Scavenger Hunt. This Asian Goddess has succeeded in gathering 12 volunteers to lose their marbles while running around the office like rat through maze. Can you believe they were all happy to do it? They didn't mind ending up perspiring and breathless either. There was a prize of a deluxe lunch with their team.
The once tomb-like halls were interrupted for 20 minutes by three groups of four teams stampeding around armed with one digital camera and an evil list of 23 items devised by your AGOL. Not only did they have to learn to work as a team, but they had to show how much knowledge they had of our office. Well..two groups collided near the mail room and all three groups were almost halted by the building's security in the building lobby downstairs.
My favorite item was: #5 - Find Jesus (actual person, Spanish pronunciation) in the café downstairs and take picture. Why? Because I forgot to let Jesus know that he was on the list. He was ambushed by my peeps in the cafe. I knew he would be a good sport as he is always attention seeking.
The EOTQ was announced after my own announcement of the scavenger hunt winners and then we topped our bowls of ice cream with chocolate, maraschino cherries, nuts and candy sprinkles. Below is a pic of my bowl. I guess I didn't eat the second half fast enough. I helped clean up the conference room and by the time I remembered, I had ice cream soup.
The lesson in all this? Don't underestimate an AGOL's crazy idea -- you just might have more fun and some ice cream. That's enough excitement for today...
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Scavenger Hunt
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
British Invasion? Nah, Just Jeff
A very tired Bridget and boss greeted me when I saw them. I almost felt guilty for feeling cheery and alert. I informed them of my lunch plans so they'd know to expect me gone for an hour and a half.
I was first to arrive at the upscale sports bar. Almost a dozen of us were seated together when our orders were taken. It was great to see British Jeff. I've missed his scoundrel ways though he sometimes reminds me via instant messaging. His native Liverpool has him now. This particular visit was prompted by his former wife and mother-in-law's desire to see the grandsons. While the boys visited their mom, he's running amok with his old mates here.
A soft nudge to Tawny at the table made her lean towards me. In a soft voice, I asked her who invited all the old guys at our table. She laughed. I've known a number of the people at the table anywhere from 8-10 years, most in their 40s now. A drinking past has positively preserved British Jeff in his late 40s. LOL
British Jeff reminding us why we love him!
My afternoon was further swept away by a vendor call that lasted well over an hour. I rushed to do some solid work while minding the clock. My self-appraisal was due today. By the time I finished, I came to the conclusion that it was the worst appraisal I have given myself in over 10 years. Whatever. I wasn't prepared to really highlight my more glorious moments because this demand to have them done by HR was quick and I've been busy. It was completed a little before 7:30pm.
At home I tried to stay up for the presidential debate but they were too boring. McCain was projecting himself as a desperate and irate geezer while Obama was too cool a cucumber. I fell asleep and woke up after they were shaking hands at the end. Stayed up a bit more and went to bed.
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British Invasion? Nah, Just Jeff
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Repeating Myself
Following that I reread my blog...Yikes! I've been repeating myself. Jeezus. I've been repeating myself. Jeezus.
HA!
Okay, it wasn't the repeating of stories just certain phrases. Once again proofreading was not my strongest point. I've been mentally exhausted from my day job. While demanding, it does make the day go by quickly. Then again, the stress from the aggressive demands have taken its toll on your AGOL.
The quirkiest part about the whole thing is that I have been cheerier than usual. I said as much to Bridget who characterizes me as a happy person. Little does she know the mental acrobatics I go through in more darker emotions. It does please me to have her see me as happy. I try very hard to make things light and fun at work since the others seem to get bogged down in minutiae and forget to laugh. This is difficult to write, but I save my worrying and less than pleasant emotions away from work. Some might call it a touch of depression.
I waited for the elevator doors to open when it suddenly hit me how tomorrow was going to suck already. My self-appraisal is due to tomorrow as well my day cut short thanks to a vendor web training in the afternoon. The boss is still stinging from a remark made by a high level exec which has galvanized him into a mission to contradict and gather evidence against her hasty allegation on how he conducts a portion of his job. The rest of us get to listen as he progresses with his mission. Sigh.
Kathy called me back this evening. I was able to share with her some things that had bothered me during the day relating to my career and going back to school. Without a second income in my household, it is difficult to figure out how I would do it. My company offers tuition reimbursement which is great, but coming up with cash upfront for a more private school providing expensive and convenient online classes can be hard to swallow. The next thing might be a certification. That is less time and costs thousands of dollars less...She had other news -- her boyfriend found a job in Northern Florida where the IT jobs are plentiful (compared to Tampa). Kathy would quit her job here and find one there, too. Their timeline to be moved in and both gainfully employed is January. I am very happy for her; they both get what they want.
Speaking of getting what they want...My doggie wants to go outside. We will continue our moon bath from this morning. I haven't seen the moon this bright in months. I think I'll go tell the Man on the Moon what I want...without repeating myself.
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Repeating Myself
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Two Parter
We were chatting away by Kristey's vehicle at the end of our four mile jaunt in the woods when I realized my bladder needed emptying. I was too squeamish to use the park restroom. A mini trip to McDonald's was my suggestion. Within minutes we were sitting in McDonald's comfortably and chatted for another hour or so. There were so many things to catch up on from a long absence from one another. Kristey is always good about sending me e-mails on my yahoo account, but lately, e-mailing her back has been difficult. I've resorted to leaving her voicemails and sometimes I do get to chat with her 30 minutes at a time on my drive home...
I lallygagged a bit when I got home before took my second shower of the day. The timing of the universe never ceases to amaze me. Tawny called me right after. She was inviting me to ride with her and shop at BJ's Warehouse near us. It is like a Costco and a Sam's Club. Costco is still number one in my book. You can't beat the atmosphere, price and selection. The only negative side is that there are only two in town and are quite apart from each other. It is always worth the drive in my book!
Tawny picked me up in an hour and we proceeded to check everything out in the store while sharing in piling up items in the large cart. How I've missed shopping with Tawny! We have extremely similar veins of humor and they were raging while we were in the store. I was talked into buying a 2.5 pound block of feta cheese. Yes, it is my fave and I love it that much. A good portion will be for snacks during the week to accompany the large package of grapes I picked up. The rest may be mixed in with some chicken and spinach or some salads. Better yet -- eaten plain unless I still have some red wine vinegar to sprinkle on each bite.
I spent some time during the evening marveling at my day spent with two people I haven't seen in a while and who are very close to me. They missed me as much as I missed them.
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Two Parter
Thursday, October 09, 2008
Recap
On Tuesday I had lunch with Jill at Thai Terrace which is equidistant to both of our work. The last couple of times we had tried to get together, she or I have had to cancel. I enjoyed seeing her again. We now have a commitment to have lunch once a month; the first Tuesday of every month is now blocked in our calendars.
On Wednesday I brought slow-cooked bratwursts to work. My large crockpot was filled with 15 links of Johnsonville bratwursts which were pierced with a fork to allow the Beer Jacuzzi mixture of three large cans of Wisconsin beer, a fair sized onion sliced and two cloves of garlic pressed plus one stick of butter to permeate it. That was at 10pm. These babies were cooked outside on high for two hours before turning it down low to simmer and marry while I slept...I brought the crock inside at 4:30am and then proceeded back to sleep for an hour. Eventually the brats were broiled in the oven for a little browning and set to cool enough to sit in fridge at work and to reheat for the gang at lunch. No, I did not forget to bring the Beer Jacuzzi liquid -- those onion pieces were gold! I brought some potato rolls while the rest of the Asian mafia brought veggies and rice. Our lunch fed 9 people. I bought petit fours and mini cannolis for a sweet treat. This is why you do not go to the grocery store hungry as I did on Tuesday: Unnecessary crap ends up in your cart.
Tawny added me on twitter and I returned the favor. On hers she is following Barack Obama. I clicked to follow him, too. Well now the auto response was to follow me. Barack is following your AGOL. Not personally of course, just on twitter.
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Today began with Bridget at my desk so I could train her on the online queue she now has to manage for software pre-approvals. The queue used to only have about four items -- it has now grown to a dozen which requires extensive baby sitting. I had four online queues to manage so giving her that one made sense so I could concentrate on the three.
My group had lunch with our old director. You may recall he was let go in July. He is living it up. May I say how much more enjoyable lunch was today thanks to the temp being absent. There was no tension, no having to mind our p's and q's during the conversation. The food was yum, too.
Part of the afternoon was spent going over my queues with Bridget so she could keep an eye on them while I take an extra day off tomorrow. My basic advise to her was to not bother unless anyone was screaming which is a good advise as any. Ha!
I ended up staying staying until 7:30pm to finish up things. My eyes were so fatigued that looking at the screens was making me nauseous and dizzy. I love having dual monitors; however, sometimes switching your gaze quickly from one to the next for hours can be sickening. Conceding defeat, I drove home to take care of Cabal, make a hasty dinner and get back online for a last minute work e-mail. It was for a fun morale boosting event I am partially facilitating next week. My new work duties has taken precedence over fun work stuff. It should have gone out earlier in the week. That's the way it goes.
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Recap
Monday, October 06, 2008
A Jewish Order
I walked inside my floor feeling like Elvis wearing a jumpsuit while rocking a concert in Hawaii. No, I was not wearing a jumpsuit, but I had the vibe, I'm sure. My vibe also had no time for "Hound Dogs". Ha!
My groovy vibe was still in high gear when I went to get coffee from the break room. The gypsy lady from the elevator came in and teased that we had the same schedule. I told her about the three-part television series on PBS regarding the plight of Jews in America. My friend is Jewish and we often have a discussion on Judaism. I was talking to her about Jewish humor and the emergence of it in American culture in the 1950s and shared with her the jokes from Sid Caesar's television show. Before I left her completely in hysterics, I said something to her I've never voiced. I asked her to find me a good Jewish boy and I realized I was serious and told her as much. She said okay and then I reminded her I was turning 38 in January. Then we don't have much time, she joked. What a scream! She's right -- the blooms is wearing on the Asian flower. If she is successful, I will be in shiksa heaven and my Jewish man will have to get used to eating rice with his brisket or gifelte.
Lunch with the Asian Mafia was filled with (sexual) naughty talk. The Korean was regaling us with stories on her friends discussing sex toys and their impotent or sexually lazy husbands. Sharon and I listened with a resignation to laughing. The Vietnamese was missing in action while the Honorary Asian (Bridget) was busy doing her schoolwork at her desk. Well, they missed out on being told that we are going to be more sexually randy in our 40s while the men get more tired or have less interest. Yeah...I don't need to be amped up anymore than I am. Maybe I need to swing the pendulum age back to younger men and not keep my sights on the older men I've been favoring ever since I could remember. Older men do have their advantages...and yes disadvantages. The former far outweighing the latter for me though...For now.
Busy is my first name at work now. I can't believe how tired my eyes get by 4pm. If I don't look away from the screens, I feel nauseous. My eyes will have to get used to the new workload. My hands are also hoping for no carpal tunnel symptoms. I type so fast now that I get impatient with the network while I am quickly clicking and typing between software applications.
Angie called me in the evening. She asked me more about the rest of the weekend; I didn't know that I left her hanging on the blog entry from Saturday. I was very happy to report that Cabal and I were chillin' again in the crib.
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A Jewish Order