Monday, June 05, 2006
Pop Tarts???
After reading this, I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Why would anyone steal Pop Tarts? Was he stealing just for kicks or was he hungry and couldn't come up with a better way to get food? A really strange situation.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Huh?
I work in the Shipping Department (actually, I AM the Shipping Department) of a mid-sized company. This is an actual question asked by a Customer Service Rep (college education, former teacher...natural blonde):
CSR: If I ship a package today (Thursday) by UPS Next Day Air, when will it get there?
Me: Uh...tomorrow (DUH!!! Next Day Air...get it...NEXT Day)
CSR: Tomorrow or Saturday at the latest?
Me: No...tomorrow (WTF??? What part of NEXT...DAY...AIR is givin' ya a problem here?)
CSR: Oh, okay! (giggle, giggle)
As she bounced away in her blissful ignorance I was left with mouth agape wondering how the HELL she finds her way out of the parking lot in the afternoon. Dumb as a box of hair.
CSR: If I ship a package today (Thursday) by UPS Next Day Air, when will it get there?
Me: Uh...tomorrow (DUH!!! Next Day Air...get it...NEXT Day)
CSR: Tomorrow or Saturday at the latest?
Me: No...tomorrow (WTF??? What part of NEXT...DAY...AIR is givin' ya a problem here?)
CSR: Oh, okay! (giggle, giggle)
As she bounced away in her blissful ignorance I was left with mouth agape wondering how the HELL she finds her way out of the parking lot in the afternoon. Dumb as a box of hair.
Green Dog
Here's another interesting email I received. I don't go in for the "send this email to 46 people in the next 5 seconds or you'll have bad luck for 40 years!!!!!" kind of thing but I did agree with some of the things:
You have been tagged by the Green Dog!
,-._,-.
\/)"(\/
(_o_)
Ruff!!!!!!
1. I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.
2. No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry.
3. Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.
4. A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart.
5. The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them, knowing you can' t have them.
6. Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.
7. To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.
8. Don't waste your time on someone, who isn't willing to waste their time on you.
9. Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to be grateful.
10. Don't cry because it is over; smile because it happened.
11. There’s always going to be people that hurt you so what you have to do is keep on trusting and just be more careful about who you trust next time around.
12. Make yourself a better person and know who you are before you try and know someone else and expect them to know you.
13. Don't try so hard; the best things come when you least expect them to.
REMEMBER: WHATEVER HAPPENS HAPPENS FOR A REASON.
You have been tagged by the Green Dog!
,-._,-.
\/)"(\/
(_o_)
Ruff!!!!!!
1. I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.
2. No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry.
3. Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.
4. A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart.
5. The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them, knowing you can' t have them.
6. Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.
7. To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.
8. Don't waste your time on someone, who isn't willing to waste their time on you.
9. Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to be grateful.
10. Don't cry because it is over; smile because it happened.
11. There’s always going to be people that hurt you so what you have to do is keep on trusting and just be more careful about who you trust next time around.
12. Make yourself a better person and know who you are before you try and know someone else and expect them to know you.
13. Don't try so hard; the best things come when you least expect them to.
REMEMBER: WHATEVER HAPPENS HAPPENS FOR A REASON.
Friday, June 02, 2006
Dog and God
One of my dog loving friends sent this to me today. I think all dog lovers can relate to the problems our canine friends have:
Even if you don't have a dog, you gotta love this one. Everyone should have a dog or 3...
TO: GOD:
FROM: THE DOG
Dear God: Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another?
Dear God: When we get to heaven, can we sit on your couch? Or is it still the same old story?
Dear God: Why are there cars named after the jaguar, the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the stingray, and the rabbit, but not ONE named for a dog? How often do you see a cougar riding around? We do love a nice ride! Would it be so hard to rename the "Chrysler Eagle" the " Chrysler Beagle"?
Dear God: If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a bad dog?
Dear God: We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns, clickers, beepers, scent ID's, electromagnetic energy fields, and Frisbee flight paths. What do humans understand?
Dear God: More meatballs, less spaghetti, please.
Dear God: Are there mailmen in Heaven? If there are, will I have to apologize?
Dear God: Let me give you a list of just some of the things I must remember to be a good dog.
1. I will not eat the cats' food before they eat it or after they throw it up.
2. I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just because I like the way they smell.
3. I will not munch on "leftovers" in the kitty litter box, although they are tasty.
4. The diaper pail is not a cookie jar.
5. The sofa is not a 'face towel'. Neither are Mom and Dad's laps.
6. The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff.
7. My head does not belong in the refrigerator.
8. I will not bite the officer's hand when he reaches in for Mom's driver's license and registration.
9. I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's underwear when he's on the toilet.
10. Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is an unacceptable way of saying "hello".
11. I don't need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm under the coffee table.
12. I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house - not after.
13. I will not throw up in the car.
14. I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt.
15. I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch when we have company.
16. The cat is not a 'squeaky toy' so when I play with him and he makes that noise, it's usually not a good thing.
And, finally, my last two questions.
Dear God: Why do humans only have 10 Commandments and dogs have 16?
P.S. Dear God: When I get to Heaven may I have my testicles back?
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Noisy blog?
I had a comment yesterday from an anonymous poster complaining about the "noise" on my blog. Actually the comment was as follows:
Do you have any idea how annoying that noise is on your blog, and how 99% of people dislike that sort of thing? I guess you don't, or you would not have it on your blog...
Yep, I'm aware the music is a bit much. But, if you scroll down the page, you'll find a cute little video involving cats. I really like the video (and cats) and have no plans to remove it. To anyone who may be annoyed by it, I offer my sincere apologies. I don't always like the audio I come across on some blogs but I mute it and continue reading. I really doesn't seem like a huge deal to me. I do appreciate any and all comments even the Anonymous posters!
Do you have any idea how annoying that noise is on your blog, and how 99% of people dislike that sort of thing? I guess you don't, or you would not have it on your blog...
Yep, I'm aware the music is a bit much. But, if you scroll down the page, you'll find a cute little video involving cats. I really like the video (and cats) and have no plans to remove it. To anyone who may be annoyed by it, I offer my sincere apologies. I don't always like the audio I come across on some blogs but I mute it and continue reading. I really doesn't seem like a huge deal to me. I do appreciate any and all comments even the Anonymous posters!
Monday, May 29, 2006
I am such a slacker
I've been seriously neglecting my blog! But I do have an excuse. I became addicted to...The Darwin Awards. I have been unable to pry myself away from the site. I finally finished reading all of the entries. I must say I'm stunned at the unique ways people have come up with to remove themselves from the gene pool. Loads of fun in a macabre kind of way.
On the homefront, I've finally received a date for my divorce hearing...June 7. I'll be so glad when it's all over and I can put this nightmare behind me for good and get on with my life. Hopefully that life will include continued contact with a certain "lost love" who has made my days brighter over the past few months. So, for those of you out there who stop by occasionally (uh, is that crickets I hear?) that's the scoop for now.
On the homefront, I've finally received a date for my divorce hearing...June 7. I'll be so glad when it's all over and I can put this nightmare behind me for good and get on with my life. Hopefully that life will include continued contact with a certain "lost love" who has made my days brighter over the past few months. So, for those of you out there who stop by occasionally (uh, is that crickets I hear?) that's the scoop for now.
Saturday, May 13, 2006
Happy Mother's Day!
Happy Mother's Day!
This was in an email sent to me by a friend. For all mothers everywhere:
This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here."
Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.
This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes; and all the mothers who DON'T.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see.
And, the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.
And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand) mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.
For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time."
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home -- or even away at college.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away.
This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them.
This is for all the step-mothers who raised another woman's child or children, and gave their time, attention, and love... sometimes totally unappreciated!
For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.
For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting.
For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.
What makes a good Mother anyway?
Is it patience?
Compassion?
Broad hips?
The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?
Or is it in her heart?
Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home?
Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation.
And mature mothers learning to let go
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all. For all of us. Hang in there.
In the end we can only do the best we can.
Tell them every day that we love them.
And pray.
This was in an email sent to me by a friend. For all mothers everywhere:
This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here."
Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.
This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes; and all the mothers who DON'T.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see.
And, the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.
And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand) mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.
For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time."
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home -- or even away at college.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away.
This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them.
This is for all the step-mothers who raised another woman's child or children, and gave their time, attention, and love... sometimes totally unappreciated!
For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.
For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting.
For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.
What makes a good Mother anyway?
Is it patience?
Compassion?
Broad hips?
The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?
Or is it in her heart?
Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home?
Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation.
And mature mothers learning to let go
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all. For all of us. Hang in there.
In the end we can only do the best we can.
Tell them every day that we love them.
And pray.
I am sooooo out of shape!
Yesterday was my daughter-in-law's birthday. She had decided a couple of months ago that she wanted to have a bowling birthday party. Now, I haven't been bowling since my 35 year-old son was in the single digits! And, being that I'm not into that exercise thingy, you can imagine the protests I'm hearing/feeling from the old bod this morning! Oh, geez, my legs are sooooo sore! But, ya know what, it was so much fun, I can't wait to do it again!
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Big Day for the Big Man
Congratulations to the Big Man
2006 Graduate (cum laude) of
Presbyterian College
2006 Graduate (cum laude) of
Presbyterian College
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Love them kitties
I'm a cat lover and not ashamed to admit it! My daughter-in-law showed this to me and I thought it was HILARIOUS. Hope you will too.
As seen on Wimp.com
As seen on Wimp.com
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Momentous Occasions
There are two very special things happening in my life right now. Last week my youngest son turned 21 and next Saturday my middle son will graduate from college. Where did the time go?
From this
To this...all in the blink of an eye...or so it seems.
From this
To this...all in the blink of an eye...or so it seems.
Friday, April 28, 2006
If I Had My Child To Raise Over Again
I found this in one of our newsletters today. If only...
If I Had My Child To Raise Over Again
If I had my child to raise over again,
I'd finger paint more and point the finger less
I'd do less correcting and more connecting
I'd take my eyes off my watch and watch with my eyes
I would care to know less and know to care more
I'd take more hikes and fly more kites
I'd stop playing serious and seriously play
I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars
I'd do more hugging and less tugging
I would be firm less often and affirm much more
I'd build self-esteem first and the house later
I'd teach less about the love of power and more about the power of love
-Original author unknown
If I Had My Child To Raise Over Again
If I had my child to raise over again,
I'd finger paint more and point the finger less
I'd do less correcting and more connecting
I'd take my eyes off my watch and watch with my eyes
I would care to know less and know to care more
I'd take more hikes and fly more kites
I'd stop playing serious and seriously play
I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars
I'd do more hugging and less tugging
I would be firm less often and affirm much more
I'd build self-esteem first and the house later
I'd teach less about the love of power and more about the power of love
-Original author unknown
Sunday, April 23, 2006
All good things must come to an end...
and so must the visit with Lost Love. He will be leaving tomorrow. Before returning home he's taking a little trip to Rio (as in de Janeiro) for some R & R. Hope he doesn't OD on the "dental floss" (inside joke)! I can't imagine what it would be like to just say, "I think I'll just fly down to Rio next week and stay for a week or so." It just boggles my mind that you could have that kind of freedom.
Anyway, I've really enjoyed seeing him during this visit. I can only hope this isn't the last time and that "Lost Love" doesn't become lost again. My days have been a little brighter and I've had a bit more spring in my step...something I'm not used to. It's been really nice. And so, Lost Love, I bid you adieu...until we meet again.
Anyway, I've really enjoyed seeing him during this visit. I can only hope this isn't the last time and that "Lost Love" doesn't become lost again. My days have been a little brighter and I've had a bit more spring in my step...something I'm not used to. It's been really nice. And so, Lost Love, I bid you adieu...until we meet again.
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Sappy poetry alert #3
Lament
by Jamie Marie from A Beggar's Rose
If I could turn back the hands of time
And have the love that once was mine
I’d hold it safe within my heart
And we’d never have been apart
This life of sorrow I’d not have known
No sad, long days spent alone
No lonely nights while tears did flow
I didn’t then, but now I know
I let true love slip through my hands
The hurt is deep. I cannot stand
To think of what my foolishness cost
And of the sweet love I have lost
Now in my dreams your face I see
I long for what now cannot be
There is no longer a place for us
Only for me in my loneliness
by Jamie Marie from A Beggar's Rose
If I could turn back the hands of time
And have the love that once was mine
I’d hold it safe within my heart
And we’d never have been apart
This life of sorrow I’d not have known
No sad, long days spent alone
No lonely nights while tears did flow
I didn’t then, but now I know
I let true love slip through my hands
The hurt is deep. I cannot stand
To think of what my foolishness cost
And of the sweet love I have lost
Now in my dreams your face I see
I long for what now cannot be
There is no longer a place for us
Only for me in my loneliness
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Saga of Lost Love Continues
I was fortunate enough to have the opportunity to again have dinner with my lost love last night. More roses (I do LOVE roses) and a huge GORGEOUS plush rabbit (I'm a fool for stuffed animals). Think I'll call him Herman. After dinner we talked for nearly 5 hours. He's had such an interesting life...traveling around the world and having so many experiences. If I hadn't had the responsibility of keeping a home and raising my children (not that I would trade my kids for ANYTHING on this earth) maybe my life could have been a little less boring. Guess I'll never know. All-in-all an absolutely lovely evening. Can't wait to do it again.
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Sappy poetry alert #2
Your Eyes Called My Name
by Jamie Marie from Fly With Me
I thought I could keep myself out of love’s reach
With a wall built around me that love couldn’t breach
I’d never lose control of my heart. I was much too sane
So I never saw it coming when your eyes called my name
The first time we met the attraction was so strong
I should have sensed then what was going on
Though you never spoke; I heard just the same
Each time our gaze met, your eyes called my name
I tried to walk away from you, to leave you behind
I had too many plans; other things on my mind
I didn’t want the distraction or to play this game
But I stopped and turned around; your eyes called my name
My pulse began to quicken and my thoughts began to spin
My mind cried out to run; my heart would not give in
You put your arms around me; I knew there I’d remain
Each time I tried to turn away, your eyes called my name
You eyes, the color of umber, held my firmly in their grasp
Though I tried to fight it, love was here at last
Each night I lie beside you; my thoughts always the same
I’m so glad my heart listened when your eyes called my name
by Jamie Marie from Fly With Me
I thought I could keep myself out of love’s reach
With a wall built around me that love couldn’t breach
I’d never lose control of my heart. I was much too sane
So I never saw it coming when your eyes called my name
The first time we met the attraction was so strong
I should have sensed then what was going on
Though you never spoke; I heard just the same
Each time our gaze met, your eyes called my name
I tried to walk away from you, to leave you behind
I had too many plans; other things on my mind
I didn’t want the distraction or to play this game
But I stopped and turned around; your eyes called my name
My pulse began to quicken and my thoughts began to spin
My mind cried out to run; my heart would not give in
You put your arms around me; I knew there I’d remain
Each time I tried to turn away, your eyes called my name
You eyes, the color of umber, held my firmly in their grasp
Though I tried to fight it, love was here at last
Each night I lie beside you; my thoughts always the same
I’m so glad my heart listened when your eyes called my name
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Sad day...
I just learned of the passing of one of my favorite singers, Gene Pitney. I was such a huge fan of his. In fact, I just recently purchased one of the albums he recorded with George Jones during the 60's. Such a great singer. What a terrible loss. This picture was taken at one of his concerts that I attended in 1967. May he rest in peace.
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Sappy poetry alert #1
Alone…
by Jamie Marie from A Beggar's Rose
My heart is like a windswept plain
Don’t know why or how I came here
To be so alone, to feel this pain
To have my heart filled with fear
There was a time I had it all
Love, youth and time
Now life’s gone from spring to fall
I'm no longer in my prime
I wasted time, I wasted youth
I threw away true love
Now in my twilight I see the truth
All the things that I let go of
I can’t go back, it’s too late for me now
My life has changed too much
Some things the fates will not allow
I weep for the loss of love’s touch
by Jamie Marie from A Beggar's Rose
My heart is like a windswept plain
Don’t know why or how I came here
To be so alone, to feel this pain
To have my heart filled with fear
There was a time I had it all
Love, youth and time
Now life’s gone from spring to fall
I'm no longer in my prime
I wasted time, I wasted youth
I threw away true love
Now in my twilight I see the truth
All the things that I let go of
I can’t go back, it’s too late for me now
My life has changed too much
Some things the fates will not allow
I weep for the loss of love’s touch
Did I mention I write sappy poetry?
Well, I do. It's just stuff that means something to me. I don't expect to win any awards or accolades (oh, that's funny). I could probably be the poet laureate of the local trailer park but that's about it. It's all pretty sappy but, hey, it rhymes! Well, most of the time! I have compiled the poems into 2 "books"...Fly With Me and A Beggar's Rose. Each poem will be credited to Jamie Marie who is, of course, my alter ego. The poems came about as a thought or word which my fevered little brain just couldn't quite let go of so, I built a poem around that thought. I can't imagine that anyone would want to, but if you should (you probably need to seek medical attention immediately), I ask that you don't use any of it without my permission. That would make me angry..."you wouldn't like me when I'm angry" to quote the Hulk. Anyway, I've made the momentous decision to offer myself up for ridicule and post some of it here on occasion. You've been warned!
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Uh...excuse me?
This has to be one of, if not the most, strange things I have ever heard of. Men who willing traveled across the country to be castrated in a sadomasochistic "dungeon." What???!!! I never ceased to be amazed by the people who populate this world. I just don't understand.
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