Friday, January 30, 2009

This job hunting stuff is just way frustrating. Today, I am spending the morning surfing the internet for anything new job wise. While Ryan and Lucy terrorize one of the cats. I squirt Lucy in the face with water to try an get her to stop. Ryan then slips and falls in the water on the wood floor. I pick him up just in time to hear the other cat throw up.

Oh yeah! The american dream...

Friday, January 16, 2009

I don't claim to know everything. But here are some of my recent observations since being out of work. Not very profound. I know this. But surely a sign that I need to be working. Oh and I did have my "first" interview this week. I will keep ya'll posted...

  • Meredith Viera is much more interesting than Katie Couric ever was.
  • You can learn some limited but very useful spanish from Dora the Explorer.
  • Victor Newman and Jack Abbott are still fighting.
  • Daycare has ruined my son. I pay people to stimulate him all day. So when he is home with mom, it is quite evident, that I bore him.
  • I can appreciate and like Elizabeth Hasselback so much more now that the election is over. (does her husband really play football?)
  • Ellen is cool and her wife is hot.
  • Cleaning is great therapy. But eventually what seemed to never be done. Is done.
  • My neighbors are loud.
  • I am nosey.
  • Sorry to ever judge you Granddaddy. Getting the mail is fun. Everyday!
  • Lastly, you say you will get up everyday and shower, and get dressed, and look presentable. You won't. Don't even try it!

I have been given a hard time for being openly excited about our new president. But today. Just 3 days before the inauguration, I am proud, to say, I am VERY excited! This is my blog. Therefore my forum. I am not wrong for feeling the way I do. And neither are you. I am proud that I live where so many people can have a difference in opinion. But I will not be shot down or deflated because I feel good about where this country is headed. So don't read this. Stop now. I don't care either way. Just promise you will move into the way things are and away from what you think they should be.

I have been told that Barrack Obama is not making history. I don't understand what their definition of history is, but is he not the first African American President? What about the first man on the moon? Or the first woman to vote? Are they not in our history books? It just reminds me that there is predjudice and that makes me sad.

With our country in economic ruin, unemployment rising, our soldiers dying in Iraq, and most of the world thinking the United States is an arrogant joke, I feel like we might have a fighting chance.
Does it matter why?

I have hope and renewed faith in my country and its government.
Does it matter why?

This country showed up to vote for their candidate. No matter who he was. Because they felt it mattered this time.
Does it matter why?

I now live in a country where the are "no excuses". No one can say they were passed over or left behind because of their sex, race, or economic class.
Does it matter why?

I want to be a better American and I have pride for my country again.
Does it matter why?

This country is going to TURN out for a presidential inauguration. It's not the Super Bowl, or finale of American Idol. It is a presidential event! That is huge. Can you dispute that?

I get choked up when I think about my son. Our children deserve to inherit a country they can be proud of. We are not better than off than we were 8 years ago. That is fact. And anyone who tries to dispute that is delusional. We have needed to move forward and we are moving forward. One man cannot change the world. I am not ignorant to that fact. But the millions that he inspired CAN!

1/20/09 The End of an Error...

Sunday, January 11, 2009

I had to share this. Ryan was sitting on the floor playing with his Little People boat when I looked over and witnessed him trying to climb in it. He had no concept that he was way to big. I think he just wanted to get behind the helm and sail away...

Friday, January 9, 2009

Ryan had a pediatrician appt this morning. So we headed out early to the doctor. Which went really well, by the way. Then we headed to the park for some playground time. We saw a train, chased some monkeys (more commonly callled squirrels) and then busted our lip before we went to Chickfila for Ryan's favorite lunch. The manager was washing the windows, so we sat, ate chicken nuggets, and I giggled while Ryan shouted at him. It was a GREAT DAY!

Our First Train.

Right after this we bloodied our whole face.


Too much fun?

Thursday, January 8, 2009

I told you!

I have been asked over and over again. Why are you complaining about a job where you don't have a lot of responsibility. "I wish I did less at work. You should be happy that there isn't a lot going on there." I am not made that way. I have to much to offer to be complacent. I want to be part of something positive and productive. That is how I am made.

Well, today, I did so much. And I feel GREAT!!!

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Shifting, Shifting, shifting...

It's a very humbling feeling to realize that you have had an aspect of your life that was really making you unhappy. I am starting to believe that I really wanted things to work out the way they did with my job. I know from past experiences that when I am not on the right path. Or am forcing myself to not live a true life. I suffer. It starts with me trying to convince my heart that I have to. Then it becomes a numbing feeling where, I can ignore it. Suddenly, I am getting sick. My body does not physically hide things well. After going through, Ryan's birth. I should have never gone back to my job. I knew this. I almost didn't.
But now. The way everyday is unfolding, I am starting to see. I asked for all of this. Not what happened at work. But how it has unfolded everyday since my baby came into the world, two months early. Even the potential jobs, I have on the horizon. I have spent time thinking about. Almost daydreaming. I feel like all is good and if this works out the way I am anticpating. I will be sharing so much with you all really soon!!
Transition, adversity, and hard stuff. It makes the shift. It changes you. Thank God!!

Hope this is just a stage...

Ryan has become obsessed with balls...

Or anything round that somewhat resembles a ball. We see apples at the grocery store. Ba Ba. It started out innocent enough. Awww. Look how cute. He likes throwing the ball. As a 12 month old without a lot of dexterity it was REAL cute. Now we have an 18 month old. With Peyton Manning's arm. Anything and everything he can pick up. Even if it is heavy. He hurls it across the room. Blocks, toy cars, coasters, Elmo Live, shoes, rugs, books, picture frames, end tables, dog water dishes. In fact, there isn't much that we haven't thrown a strike with. Notice, I said strike. Of course it was a strike! Well last night this "stage" took on a whole new meaning. Somewhere between Luck Charms in the morning and bathtime at night, we developed aim. Just when I thought things could not get more dangerous, he now picks what he wants to hit. And as soon as that hits the floor he picks it up and hurls it at the next thing. Read the books. They say try your best to teach but also try to ignore. He will move through it and it shouldn't last long. Okay. Whatever.

My husband is hoping this means quarterback. I wanted a kicker. More longevity and less contact. But right now, I KNOW, I couldn't take him punting things across the living room.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

The things you think, but do not say...

Just something that I have thought long and hard about since I quit my job. Not sure why? Could this be more evidence that my brain works differently than most others? And why? Why am I completely inspired by the comment that the copy clerk makes to Jerry? Interesting.

Anyhow? Enjoy. I, for one, put the movie on the top of my Netflix.

Monday, January 5, 2009

Day 1: My Sabbatical

Although, I quit my job over a week ago, today is the first day I feel like I am out of work. With the long holiday weekend and so much going on, I haven't exactly been able to fully absorb what I managed to do. First and for most, I still know that I did the RIGHT thing. I am not sorry, nor will I ever be. Working in that environment distracted me from what was important and took me from my family. My husband was even forced to admit that he was saddened by the fact that he didn't know what he was going to find when he got home in the evenings. Those of you that know me, are probably shocked to find out that I was that unhappy. I wasn't really hiding anything. I had made a choice to stay there and earn a living for my family. In spite, of who they were and what they were doing. Because of all that could and might go down, I am sparing details. But now. I am defending my descision to end it. No regrets. Ever.

So today. I am cleaning!!! Cleaning! Cleaning!

Moving on through...

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Thanks Tim

I logged on to my big brother's blog tonight and found this post. Wow! Life has this great way of bringing you exactly what you need. Exactly when you need it...


Here is a post from Tickled by Life that really made me think about my life and how I spend my time. I wanted to share it with all of my friends and family.

A boat docked in a tiny Mexican village. An American tourist complimented the Mexican fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took him to catch them.“Not very long,” answered the Mexican.“But then, why didn’t you stay out longer and catch more?” asked the American.The Mexican explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family.The American asked, “But what do you do with the rest of your time?”“I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta with my wife. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, have a few drinks, play the guitar, and sing a few songs. . I have a full life.”The American interrupted, “I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat.”“And after that?” asked the Mexican.“With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to Mexico City, Los Angeles, or even New York City! From there you can direct your huge new enterprise.”“How long would that take?” asked the Mexican.“Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years,” replied the American.“And after that?”“Well my Friend, That’s when it gets really interesting,” answered the American, laughing.“When your business gets really big, you can start selling stocks and make millions!”“Millions? Really? And after that?” said the Mexican.“After that you’ll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings drinking and enjoying your friends.”And the moral is:Know where you’re going in life….you may already be there.

Happy New Year!

New Year. New beginning? I have been put through it this holiday season. Funny thing is that it has nothing to do with the holidays. January 1, 2009. I am unemployed. Scared about it. Happy about it. and looking forward to getting my head back on straight and being productive again. So Long Biotches...