Peculiar Concept

Have you ever done a Facebook search using your own name?
Out of total boredom, I began to search for friends that I lost touch with and when I couldn’t find them, I typed in my own name. A list the size of Texas came up! I instantly wanted to ask them all to be my friends just so I could get to know them. It was an array of women young and old, from all over the world. Some had photos and some didn’t. I wonder if I could be related to any of them, linked by some distant ancestor on my father’s side (since I searched by my maiden name).
I didn’t ask any of them to be my friend, but it would be a neat concept: To have a Facebook page and all the friends are all the same name but different people from everywhere.

Blue

It’s just one of those days when the “blue” creeps in for a stay. It’s gorgeous outside, the birds are singing, the sun is bright but I just can’t seem to let the slight breeze carry my heavy heart and make it smile.

I know that serenity will not be regained unless clemency is bestowed. The sorrow and rejection loom on and on. Exhausted from disguising my unvoiced sincere thoughts where the question of cruelty, blunt opinions and the ever present foolish pride are so intrusive. The silence is not a peaceful stillness but a screaming interruption, exaggerated so that the intention is hurtful. Staying neutral is misinterpreted as unsympathetic, uncaring and heartless. Forming an alliance excludes precious individuals significant in my life. I cannot relate.

So far away and still the echoes sneak up, repeating over and over.

When will I ever learn?

Yammering

What the heck happened to the easy decline of “No thank you”? Why do people feel like they have to lie when they want to decline an invitation? Is it because they feel obligated to tell the reason they’ve declined, so it’s easier to tell a lie about why they don’t want to attend something?
If I invited someone to join me for dinner and they just said, “No thank you, not this time” and didn’t offer any explanation, I’d feel better than learning later that they had fibbed just to get out of going. Do we as a society expect a reason for a declined invitation that pressures our friends to lie to us? Can we handle the truth if the answer is simply, “I just don’t feel like it today”?

I heard a neat quote last week when I asked how our sales team is getting pumped up in this economy and my friend said that in his last sales meeting the boss said, “There are two factors behind motivation: Desperation and Inspiration.”
I guess this is why my yard looks so crappy. Since the neighbors haven’t complained about it, I’m not desperate (yet) to clean it up and I’m certainly not inspired to get out there and clean it up…

If you buy a bottle of Benifiber for the first time ever and miss read the dose as 2 table spoons rather than 2 tea spoons can it make you sick? Is it possible to overdose on fiber and vitamin B?

When I “ignore” the stuff that is sent to me on facebook does that little notification thing tell the person who sent it to me that I’ve ignored it? Sometimes I like getting new facebook gifts and sometimes I don’t. It depends on the day and if someone sends me twenty five things in one day it annoys me. I feel like I don’t always have time to go through it when I just want to get on to check in with my friends. Does that make me ungrateful? Do people just send everyone on their friend list stuff in hopes that they will return the favor so they can collect facebook junk?

Why doesn’t everyone name their cars? I named mine Betsy, the Princess’ car’s name is Pocho, and Uncle Milton belongs to my hero. I want to name my house but I’m unsure what to name it. I’ve seen some blogs that name their houses cute names such as “Willow Manor”. Mine is a far cry from a manor but it deserves a name because it has such an awesome history. Did you name your house? What would you name it?

What in the world is Twitter? Do you belong to it? How many more social networking sites are there? It seems like a fad…first there was myspace. I only joined myspace to spy on my Princess who has one and now that she is a little older and seems more web responsible I don’t spy as much…or at all. I joined facebook. She refuses to join facebook for some strange phobia of moving on. While I joined facebook to view photos of my sister and her children, I was pleasantly surprised to find old friends. My new old friends on facebook propelled me into the lovely blog world which is now my favorite past time. Am I going to wake up one day to see that no one comments on my facebook anymore because they have moved over to Twitter?

Why him?

Because:

We met on the phone through a business situation and he introduced me to a picture of himself as Vern via the internet. At the time, I wanted to meet someone that I could have some fun with. While my step-mom and I scrutinized the online photo, she stated that he’s definitely someone to have fun with!

As we dated, he asked thought provoking questions and my incessant honesty allowed me to consider my answers not only for him but also to learn for myself. We talked about serious relationship topics, unconsciously quizzing our compatibility.

Still, I was skeptical as I’d been hurt before and consequently let him move 1300 miles away. The moment that he drove out of sight, I knew that he was “The One” and about a month later I moved to Arkansas to be with him.

We were married on April 23, 2005, a date that he chose because it was the anniversary of our first date three years earlier. I love that he recalled the actual day and it made all the more special.

He doesn’t leave the household responsibilities up to me by choice. I don’t have to nag! We do them together, or on a schedule that rotates to insure that we have days off from chores. Grocery shopping is also something we do together which he makes pretty funny because he knows that shopping isn’t my thing.

We love to cook together and host dinners for his family or friends once in a while. The three of us have “Friday dinner out” night each week, which has become challenging since now the Princess dances at the high school ball games. We’ve moved it to Saturday night so that all three of us can keep the tradition, also tricky with a social teenager. This was his idea when I first moved here and making the attempt shows us that we’re both important to him.

My Hero keeps tidbits of information stored up, such as where certain brands of goods are made or distributed from. His favorite shows on TV are the educational type as he can never have enough facts! He is self taught computer programmer and if he doesn’t know an answer to a question he will not rest until it has been resolved.

He displays a rather cool exterior but I know that he’s a big softy inside. He can negotiate his way out of any disagreement that may come up and still melt my heart by making me laugh!

We laugh a lot together and I’m so very lucky to have this wonderful man as my husband, best friend and Valentine! He has made my life so special and fun!

I love you, Kez! Happy Valentine's Day!

For the love of chocolate and roses!

I’m really trying to figure out what kind of Sweet 16 birthday party to do for my daughter. She has expressed several times that she doesn’t want a party where there will be dancing because she says that her friends don’t dance. They huddle in their little cliques with smirky stares at each other while she dances and enjoys herself all by herself.

She told me that she didn’t want to invite just a few of her close girl friends either because how could she choose which girls to invite and which ones to leave out. Surely someone would have hurt feelings and drama would break out at the most inconvenient embarrassing time!

She has a list of about 65 girls and boys that she wants to celebrate with at a nondancing party with games and food that everyone will have fun at, but what? I’m so lost, because I feel like no matter what I come up with she will have some complaint as she did for the following ideas:

There’s the option of renting a local water park, which includes a huge pool, wade pool, and two water slides, but she didn’t like the idea of it only being for 2 hours at night. She’s too old for a skating party, at the movies no one will be able to talk and cut up, and if they go bowling they will be spread across several lanes. At Logan’s Stake House, they have a party room big enough, but they don’t allow private parties on weekend nights! I can’t win.

Any ideas? I’ll send you chocolate and roses if your idea is something we all agree with!

Sometimes I see something that just screams "Take a picture!"

There are always fun things lurking in the "newsroom". As I walked through the door this morning, I saw this chair. It is definitely picture worthy.



The below picture is a huge ball of tape...tape used as labels from videos that are being recycled. I asked one of the producers where they are going to put it when it's as big as the desk. He said, "Out in the yard."

Good Morning!

Mornings are not my thing. I push the envelope with the snooze button and cram as much preparation into an hour resulting from snooze button manipulation. It’s habit that I get out of bed, head straight for the shower (after I say good morning to the Princess) and end up back in bed, hoping that by some miracle, I can just go back to sleep.

This morning I got up, said “Good morning” to the Princess and as I attempted to get into the shower I turned on the faucet and just a trickle of water came out!

In my sleepy stupor, I struggled to recall paying the water bill. …Uhm. Yes. Yes, I did. Ok. What else could it be? I groggily stumbled back to the bedroom to get my Hero who asked “Did it freeze last night?”

I dunno. Frozen water pipes could mean broken water lines under our house.

Whatever the problem could be was infringing on my over scheduled, already delayed morning routine!

My wonderful in-laws invited us to shower at their house. A great debate took place in my head. Should I call in sick or should I go into work? I ended up feeling obligated to continue feeding my nasty eating habit, so the angel on my shoulder won the contest.

On our way to the in-law's house, we saw the city water workers repairing a main water pipe about a block up from my house.

We showered, chatted and drank coffee. By the time I was supposed to be at work, we left to go back home so I could finish my hair and make up for the day. As we neared our driveway, my Hero expressed how unhappy he was going to feel if the water had been restored to our residence upon our return. We walked into the house and he flipped on the kitchen faucet to learn that he was just going to be unhappy.

Some days I wonder if the snooze button should just be avoided and the whole alarm just turned off so I can again dangle in dreamland!