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.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
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...
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...
XOXO
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.
XOXO
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...
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Gearing up for the Big Day...
The last month has been a whirl wind of school programs, holiday shopping, work challenges, money worries, and Ryan chasing. Doing the normal Holiday preparations with Ryan has been so much fun and it will only get better. I am hosting Christmas dinner at our house so off to the store for me today. As everyone knows. I am a planner so everything should be prepared by Monday...
Buying our Christmas tree was fun.
He was just so overwhelmed by them all.
Mr. Ryan played the cutest Angel in his preschool Christmas Show.
Santa did not go to well. He just seemed annoyed at me an Chris for taking him...
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Friday, December 5, 2008
Tis the Season...
There has been a lot going on in my head lately. About people and how people treat people. I still feel we are on the cusp of a new world. Where things are getting ready to change. Where people will get excited again and live rather than just get by. But in my belief that everything gets worse before it gets better, I am still sadly reminded that there are things out there that are just not good. People hurting and not living the life they think they are. Enough.
So in order so kick off this holiday season right. I defer to a man that taught me lots of holiday wisdom. He also made me laugh hysterically at the fact that I could see an exaggerated version of my family in his holiday. And right now, at this moment, what he said says it best...
Clark W. Griswold.
So in order so kick off this holiday season right. I defer to a man that taught me lots of holiday wisdom. He also made me laugh hysterically at the fact that I could see an exaggerated version of my family in his holiday. And right now, at this moment, what he said says it best...
Clark W. Griswold."I'd like Frank Shirley, my boss, right here tonight. I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there on Melody Lane, with all the other rich people, and I want him brought right here with a big ribbon on his head. And, I want to look him straight in the eye and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no good, rotten, floor-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed, sack of monkey sh** he is! Hallelujah! Holly Sh**! Where's the Tylenol?"
Merry Christmas! Shitter was Full...