Hello everyone,
I just wanted to stop in and say that I haven't gone anywhere.. My time has been filled with Thanksgiving, Christmas shopping and cold medicine.
After thinking that my cold was almost gone, I overdid it for the weekend and landed myself at home on the couch instead of at work where I should be today.
Oh well, at least that gives me a little time to say hello.
My mind is working hard right now through the fog of benadryl and hot green tea just to form complete sentences, so I will keep this short.
I wanted to let everyone know that I had a wonderful Thanksgiving.
I was unable to make it home for the Holiday and because it was the one year anniversary of losing Drummerman, I refused to go to Miami to visit Vanilla's family.
I also have a thing against bones in my dinner, so Vanilla and I made a ham. We made stuffing, potatoes and I made what Vanilla likes to refer to as a "hick dish," green bean casserole. He refuses to eat it, so I had my favorite all to myself.
We laid out our plentiful meal on the coffee table, sat on the floor and watched Oprah. (Vanilla had the remote). It was great!
For the first time in years, I am not wishing Christmas to hurry up and be over. All though I am looking forward to having money to pay the bills, less time spent trying to find gifts and more variety on the radio at work, but I am not wishing the season away. It's kind of nice.
Well, I think it's nap time now.
Later, flip flop (with socks on).
Monday, December 8, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Easy Listening
For almost a year now, there have been certain songs, certain albums and certain artists that I have blocked out. The CD's have remained in their cases and the radio dials have been quickly turned to another station.
Today, something made me put in one of those CD's. The morning drive was difficult and so was the beginning of the drive home, but at some point I stopped fighting the urge to turn off the sounds of memories and began to turn them up.
Of all the things that Drummerman and I had in common, music was the strongest and was in fact the core of our friendship. There were certain artists that were just ours and no one else was allowed in. Fourteen years ago we drove three states to see one of these musicians in an intimate setting and it is still one of my most vivid memories. That artist helped me break through some things today.
Through the sorrow and the regrets, I started to feel my own blood moving, my own nerves pulsing underneath my skin and I had to take my own advice and celebrate the gifts we are given.
This past year, I have not grieved. Instead I have blocked thoughts, distracted myself and acted as a pillar to others. I realized today that all I have to do is breathe.
The anniversary is approaching quickly and I find that my mind is bottling up more and more. Someone is shaking the bottle and if i don't open it soon, it will explode.
Today, something made me put in one of those CD's. The morning drive was difficult and so was the beginning of the drive home, but at some point I stopped fighting the urge to turn off the sounds of memories and began to turn them up.
Of all the things that Drummerman and I had in common, music was the strongest and was in fact the core of our friendship. There were certain artists that were just ours and no one else was allowed in. Fourteen years ago we drove three states to see one of these musicians in an intimate setting and it is still one of my most vivid memories. That artist helped me break through some things today.
Through the sorrow and the regrets, I started to feel my own blood moving, my own nerves pulsing underneath my skin and I had to take my own advice and celebrate the gifts we are given.
This past year, I have not grieved. Instead I have blocked thoughts, distracted myself and acted as a pillar to others. I realized today that all I have to do is breathe.
The anniversary is approaching quickly and I find that my mind is bottling up more and more. Someone is shaking the bottle and if i don't open it soon, it will explode.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
You've got to fight.. For your right.. To VOTE!!
I had two questions posed to me today. Questions which are better left out of the workplace. The following are the posed queries and my respective responses.
Q: "Are you happy with the results of the election?"
A: "I am thrilled that so many Americans showed up at the polls and exercised the power which they have been given."
Q: "Who did you vote for?"
A: "I voted for America"
Those politically correct replies carried more truth than if I had given the answers they were actually looking for.
Yesterday, I drove past a polling precinct which was a very large church. The building spanned the length of about a quarter of a block. The line out the door was three times as long.
My pride swelled seeing so many individuals taking an active part in their country. Something I believe has been somewhat absent for a long time.
Sure, I cast a vote for one individual, but whether or not that person won or lost was not the most important part of yesterday for me. I have always said to people that I don't care who they vote for, I care that they vote.
On the other end of that, yesterday was truly a magical moment for America. This country is 232 years old. Women have only been allowed to vote for 88 of those years. That women have been allowed this right is only because courageous individuals fought hard and endured ridicule, mental abuse and even physical abuse so that their daughters would have this gift. Yesterday, millions of women exercised that right.
138 years ago, black men were awarded this same right after this country lost many, many of its own in order to gain that ground. Even though the Constitutional right came into law in 1870, it was years later before the majority of the country let it happen peacefully.
No matter which way the votes swung last night, history was going to be made. Either a Black Man would serve as president or a woman would serve as vice president.
Many have paved the road for this to happen (recurring candidate Jesse Jackson or previous VP candidate Geraldine Ferraro, to name two) and last night the country saw that road get crossed.
Way to go America. Pat yourselves of the back for not refusing to take this precious gift of democracy for granted. It is my deepest wish that in four years, twice as many voters show up and say, "I have a voice. It is my choice to use that voice. The only way my voice can truly be heard is if I am quiet for 5 minutes while I vote."
Flip Flop for America!!!!
Q: "Are you happy with the results of the election?"
A: "I am thrilled that so many Americans showed up at the polls and exercised the power which they have been given."
Q: "Who did you vote for?"
A: "I voted for America"
Those politically correct replies carried more truth than if I had given the answers they were actually looking for.
Yesterday, I drove past a polling precinct which was a very large church. The building spanned the length of about a quarter of a block. The line out the door was three times as long.
My pride swelled seeing so many individuals taking an active part in their country. Something I believe has been somewhat absent for a long time.
Sure, I cast a vote for one individual, but whether or not that person won or lost was not the most important part of yesterday for me. I have always said to people that I don't care who they vote for, I care that they vote.
On the other end of that, yesterday was truly a magical moment for America. This country is 232 years old. Women have only been allowed to vote for 88 of those years. That women have been allowed this right is only because courageous individuals fought hard and endured ridicule, mental abuse and even physical abuse so that their daughters would have this gift. Yesterday, millions of women exercised that right.
138 years ago, black men were awarded this same right after this country lost many, many of its own in order to gain that ground. Even though the Constitutional right came into law in 1870, it was years later before the majority of the country let it happen peacefully.
No matter which way the votes swung last night, history was going to be made. Either a Black Man would serve as president or a woman would serve as vice president.
Many have paved the road for this to happen (recurring candidate Jesse Jackson or previous VP candidate Geraldine Ferraro, to name two) and last night the country saw that road get crossed.
Way to go America. Pat yourselves of the back for not refusing to take this precious gift of democracy for granted. It is my deepest wish that in four years, twice as many voters show up and say, "I have a voice. It is my choice to use that voice. The only way my voice can truly be heard is if I am quiet for 5 minutes while I vote."
Flip Flop for America!!!!
Monday, October 27, 2008
The Whole Fam Damily
Whew...
Well the last five days has been a blur of cousins, siblings, aunts, uncles, in-laws and other hodge-podged people.
Vanilla and I went down to Miami to visit his family while Serg, Sissy and PW are in town. PW is 10 1/2 months now and we got a fine lesson in child rearing. We found out that kids get up too early, eat when you want to do something else, put their greasy hands on your camera lens, cry when you are having a conversation and lick everything, even if it doesn't belong to you. Shudder.
I was able to slip away for a while and put an extra 700 miles on my little Nissan to travel to Gainesville and see some family of my own. It was really great to see everyone and made me miss them even more. The time with the relatives made the drive so worth wile as our event was watching the Gators stomp, crush, embarrass, overdo it to the Kentucky team. 63-5 is a bit one-sided.
Vanilla is still in Miami. Yesterday morning I got up and with a frowny face told Vanilla that I had to leave that afternoon. Within hours of chaos I went back to him with a big smiley face and said "I get to leave today!"
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Everybody's workin' for the weekend...
So today, I found out the best incentive to work is not working. I met a goal today that I normally wouldn't even have attempted in a successful effort for a free day off!!!
Wooo!!!
Wait.. To get a day off not working, I spent the day working four times as hard.
Something's not right here.
Flip Flop
Wooo!!!
Wait.. To get a day off not working, I spent the day working four times as hard.
Something's not right here.
Flip Flop
Sunday, October 5, 2008
What was I thinking???
Since moving to Southwest Florida, Vanilla and I have avoided going to every one's favorite discount store, What-am-I-doing-here-mart. With a new, giant warehouse built just down the street, and by just down the street, I mean half an hour away, I decided to spend two hours of my Sunday afternoon sifting through bargains galore.
At first I was pleasantly surprised by the wider aisles and the relatively quiet store. It was a more than happy occasion to obtain a buggy with four functioning wheels and I quickly and easily was able to find a well-needed toilet seat for only $5 and change. After my find, I decided to visit the ladies room in the lay-away department. Having only a bottle of lotion and a toilet seat in my cart, I felt okay leaving my cart outside.
After returning to my shopping, I noticed that one my wheels was no longer functioning. Someone had SWITCHED my cart. I tried to deal for a time, but was forced to go ALL the way to the front of the store and switch the cart.
After this inconvenience, I started noticing that the aisles were no longer as accessible and sounds were louder. I could now hear no less than six kids crying/screaming/yelling. One little girl I noticed was not yelling at me, but when I passed by this cute little, pigtailed junior person, she looked up at me, waved and said "hola." That was a first.
I eventually made my way to the grocery side of the store where every turn was hindered by someone who's momma obviously didn't tell them that standing in the middle road with no purpose was rude. Down each aisle I went, I was met with the same family, going opposite the direction I was and with a cart that was being maneuvered by an eleven-year-old. No offense parents, but this is just not a good idea. I last sighted this particular adolescent stealing all the free cookies from the samples in the deli.
I am happy that I was smart enough to get a magazine prior to getting in line. I didn't have to pay for it, because I read the entire magazine before having to put even one item on the conveyor belt.
When all was said and done, I was $90 poorer and I had lost two hours of my life, not including drive time, to this place.
Ahhh. Another lesson learned. Well actually, I learned this lesson before, but today served as a reminder.
Next week, back to Target.
Flip Flop
At first I was pleasantly surprised by the wider aisles and the relatively quiet store. It was a more than happy occasion to obtain a buggy with four functioning wheels and I quickly and easily was able to find a well-needed toilet seat for only $5 and change. After my find, I decided to visit the ladies room in the lay-away department. Having only a bottle of lotion and a toilet seat in my cart, I felt okay leaving my cart outside.
After returning to my shopping, I noticed that one my wheels was no longer functioning. Someone had SWITCHED my cart. I tried to deal for a time, but was forced to go ALL the way to the front of the store and switch the cart.
After this inconvenience, I started noticing that the aisles were no longer as accessible and sounds were louder. I could now hear no less than six kids crying/screaming/yelling. One little girl I noticed was not yelling at me, but when I passed by this cute little, pigtailed junior person, she looked up at me, waved and said "hola." That was a first.
I eventually made my way to the grocery side of the store where every turn was hindered by someone who's momma obviously didn't tell them that standing in the middle road with no purpose was rude. Down each aisle I went, I was met with the same family, going opposite the direction I was and with a cart that was being maneuvered by an eleven-year-old. No offense parents, but this is just not a good idea. I last sighted this particular adolescent stealing all the free cookies from the samples in the deli.
I am happy that I was smart enough to get a magazine prior to getting in line. I didn't have to pay for it, because I read the entire magazine before having to put even one item on the conveyor belt.
When all was said and done, I was $90 poorer and I had lost two hours of my life, not including drive time, to this place.
Ahhh. Another lesson learned. Well actually, I learned this lesson before, but today served as a reminder.
Next week, back to Target.
Flip Flop
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
New Name??
The other night our sweet tooth kicked in and Vanilla and I made a trip to the store. While there we each picked out our treats and after getting home, we looked at how different our teeth really are.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Apple Pie and Pin Stripes
It's the top of the sixth, There's two outs, three balls, one strike with a runner on second. And suddenly, it's a full count. With that, ball four brings the batter to first. Suddenly, the pitcher's face looks like a child who's gotten in trouble and is trying to hold back the tears. The catcher and the manager approach the mound as the bullpen gate swings open. The tears that are hiding, are for the end of an era. Ball four is the last pitch he will ever throw in Yankee Stadium.
Just on the other side of the left field wall construction is well under way for the new Yankee Stadium. Barring a series of losses and wins by certain teams, the Yankee will not make the playoffs this year, giving no chance for another home game at the current 85 year-old "house that Ruth built."
Even if you don't know what a ground rule double is, you know the Yankees. You've heard of Reggie Jackson, Babe Ruth, Joe DiMaggio, Yogi Berra, Lou Gehrig, Mickey Mantle, and countless others who have worn their pin stripes to work.
I am personally not a fan of the Yankees, but I am a fan of baseball, of history, of sportsmanship, of camaraderie and good, old-fashioned rivalry.
I grew up watching my grandmother watch the Braves play at Fulton County Stadium. She would turn the volume all the way down and have the radio on the game so that she could hear her favorite announcers give the play by play. The phone would ring every time someone made it to home plate.
As the only girl in a neighborhood full of boys, I spent many summer days swinging for the fences, or at least for the line of trees that was considered the home run line. The water hose hanging on the wall served as a perfect strike zone, a sapling of a pecan tree made a weary first base. The part of second base was played by the grate over the ditch and sliding into third was not an option since it doubled as a driveway.
As the world has evolved with technology at our fingertips, communication has become just as more frequent as it has become less personal. But there is no denying the interaction between fans of two different teams on game day. Love of the game, love of a team forces people to profess their deepest emotion and ideas.
America would not be America without baseball and baseball would not be baseball without America. They are woven together like a blanket that warms our hearts in the crisp weather of October.
"It ain't over... till it's over." - Yogi Berra
"Yet today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of this earth." - Lou Gehrig
"I hit the first home run (in Yankee Stadium), God only knows who will hit the last." - Babe Ruth
Just on the other side of the left field wall construction is well under way for the new Yankee Stadium. Barring a series of losses and wins by certain teams, the Yankee will not make the playoffs this year, giving no chance for another home game at the current 85 year-old "house that Ruth built."
Even if you don't know what a ground rule double is, you know the Yankees. You've heard of Reggie Jackson, Babe Ruth, Joe DiMaggio, Yogi Berra, Lou Gehrig, Mickey Mantle, and countless others who have worn their pin stripes to work.
I am personally not a fan of the Yankees, but I am a fan of baseball, of history, of sportsmanship, of camaraderie and good, old-fashioned rivalry.
I grew up watching my grandmother watch the Braves play at Fulton County Stadium. She would turn the volume all the way down and have the radio on the game so that she could hear her favorite announcers give the play by play. The phone would ring every time someone made it to home plate.
As the only girl in a neighborhood full of boys, I spent many summer days swinging for the fences, or at least for the line of trees that was considered the home run line. The water hose hanging on the wall served as a perfect strike zone, a sapling of a pecan tree made a weary first base. The part of second base was played by the grate over the ditch and sliding into third was not an option since it doubled as a driveway.
As the world has evolved with technology at our fingertips, communication has become just as more frequent as it has become less personal. But there is no denying the interaction between fans of two different teams on game day. Love of the game, love of a team forces people to profess their deepest emotion and ideas.
America would not be America without baseball and baseball would not be baseball without America. They are woven together like a blanket that warms our hearts in the crisp weather of October.
"It ain't over... till it's over." - Yogi Berra
"Yet today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of this earth." - Lou Gehrig
"I hit the first home run (in Yankee Stadium), God only knows who will hit the last." - Babe Ruth
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Dropping a line
I just wanted to say hello and explain my absence lately.
Even though much has happened since my last post, I in no way find any of it interesting.
We have had a few storms which have been somewhat disruptive to our daily lives. I can't complain, it could be worse.
In the midst of all the wind and rain, Vanilla managed to tear an abdominal muscle. Yay!
The cost, in addition to hanging out overnight in the ER, seems to be running at about the $10,000 mark so far. Good thing we have insurance. I found out only yesterday that we only have to be responsible for about $3000. Yay!
The best part was that the whole ordeal prompted an impromptu visit from some family members. While it is always lovely to see our loved ones, but it's better when you have more than an hour and half notice to clean the entire house before their arrival. Yay!
Vanilla and I, he's fine now by the way, also decided that we in no way like where we live. Yay!
Ho hum..
Anyway.. Hopefully things will pick up soon..
Later Ya'll,
Flip Flop
Even though much has happened since my last post, I in no way find any of it interesting.
We have had a few storms which have been somewhat disruptive to our daily lives. I can't complain, it could be worse.
In the midst of all the wind and rain, Vanilla managed to tear an abdominal muscle. Yay!
The cost, in addition to hanging out overnight in the ER, seems to be running at about the $10,000 mark so far. Good thing we have insurance. I found out only yesterday that we only have to be responsible for about $3000. Yay!
The best part was that the whole ordeal prompted an impromptu visit from some family members. While it is always lovely to see our loved ones, but it's better when you have more than an hour and half notice to clean the entire house before their arrival. Yay!
Vanilla and I, he's fine now by the way, also decided that we in no way like where we live. Yay!
Ho hum..
Anyway.. Hopefully things will pick up soon..
Later Ya'll,
Flip Flop
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Older and Wiser, In that order
Here I sit, watching VH1 classic as I am too old to watch regular VH1.
As I watch these videos which are 20 plus years old, I am reminded of the time I used to watch these same videos on MTV and would not have been caught dead changing the channel from 50 to 49.
All that above was just the set up.
I am watching these segments of the past on a 53" television from about 9 ft away and I am having trouble reading the words on the screen.
(thank goodness I am a good typist, the computer screen is a whopping 18" inches away from my eyes)
Oy!!!
As I watch these videos which are 20 plus years old, I am reminded of the time I used to watch these same videos on MTV and would not have been caught dead changing the channel from 50 to 49.
All that above was just the set up.
I am watching these segments of the past on a 53" television from about 9 ft away and I am having trouble reading the words on the screen.
(thank goodness I am a good typist, the computer screen is a whopping 18" inches away from my eyes)
Oy!!!
Saturday, August 23, 2008
I have always said, "Things Happen For A Reason," I'm just not sure why I am never consulted on these things.
An Update from a January Post:
Wiggles was laid off from the LA Times and he is going to take this free time as a sign from God. He is going to turn his experience into a movie. He has already spoken with execs and whatnot.
Ah, flip flop, again the spotlight hits where it hurts.
Wiggles was laid off from the LA Times and he is going to take this free time as a sign from God. He is going to turn his experience into a movie. He has already spoken with execs and whatnot.
Ah, flip flop, again the spotlight hits where it hurts.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Fay, Fay Go Away
Ho Hum,
We are hunkered down waiting for Tropical Storm Fay to get us all wet. I have to get on a conference call at 9pm to find out if I have to go to work tomorrow. Hopefully I won't have to and I can have fun at the hurricane party.
I bought a flashlight, a candle and peanut butter.
I feel prepared.
We are hunkered down waiting for Tropical Storm Fay to get us all wet. I have to get on a conference call at 9pm to find out if I have to go to work tomorrow. Hopefully I won't have to and I can have fun at the hurricane party.
I bought a flashlight, a candle and peanut butter.
I feel prepared.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
House of Boo Hiss
Soooo....
Vanilla and I just got back from the O-R-L tonight.
We went to see a show at the House of Blues, aka, the House of Take all the fun out of everything.
Some of ya'll may know that last year I attended a fun little ditty called Rock N' Roll Fantasy Camp with Drummer Man. Actually we attended two camps, one in New York and one in Las Vegas.
For those of ya'll that don't know, these camps are very expensive, week-long music camps intended for those who want to hang out a play music with Rock Stars. At the end of the week the campers put on a show and perform on stage with the rock stars.
For this summer, the camp is traveling around doing 1 day camps, Still fun, but only a third of the cost.
For those who are lucky enough to attend, this is a dream come true, something to remember for the rest of their life.
Since I didn't have a backstage pass this time I was forced to buy tickets. No problem, I have no problem supporting this event, anything to keep it going.
What I did have a problem with was paying ticketmaster $24.90 in "convenience charges" for two $25 tickets.
I also had a problem with waiting in line for an additional 20 minutes after the "doors open at" time.
Another problem I had was that people who spent $20 at the bar beforehand got to go to the front of the line.
Something else I had a problem with was being frisked and wanded before going into the venue.
Problem #32 was that we could not take our camera inside and had to pay $2 for a teenager in a bright yellow shirt, labeling themselves as "security" to "watch" our camera.
Now, this one really bugged me considering the nature of the event. These folks paid $3000 to play 3 songs onstage with Rockstars, some of them are just kids, and the venue isn't going to let their mom take a picture????
Problem: the teenager lies. The four foot tall, 98 pound "security" girl says that one cannot take a picture because of the artwork on the wall.
Issue number one, all the artwork on the walls of any House of Blues looks like it was done by a four year old.
Issue number two, I took about 300 pictures inside the House of Blues in Las Vegas (same stupid artwork),
Issue number three, the same stupid artwork is inside the restaurant and no one frisked me to go in there,
Issue number four, Britanee as we will call her also said that the musicians don't want cameras inside either. When I mentioned the confiscation of my camera to Kip Winger, he about had a fit.
Don't lie to me Britanee.
Here's another one, No Reentry. Unless there is a medical condition.
So you're saying that if I break my leg, I can go out to my car and come back in.
Sorry, but if I have a medical problem that requires me to leave, I probably don't want to come back.
So, I can't go to my car to get money or anything, I have to use your stupid ATM which has a charge of $3.75 per usage so that I can go to the cash only table and buy a bag of Fritos for $4!
My experience at this House gave me the Blues.
Vanilla and I just got back from the O-R-L tonight.
We went to see a show at the House of Blues, aka, the House of Take all the fun out of everything.
Some of ya'll may know that last year I attended a fun little ditty called Rock N' Roll Fantasy Camp with Drummer Man. Actually we attended two camps, one in New York and one in Las Vegas.
For those of ya'll that don't know, these camps are very expensive, week-long music camps intended for those who want to hang out a play music with Rock Stars. At the end of the week the campers put on a show and perform on stage with the rock stars.
For this summer, the camp is traveling around doing 1 day camps, Still fun, but only a third of the cost.
For those who are lucky enough to attend, this is a dream come true, something to remember for the rest of their life.
Since I didn't have a backstage pass this time I was forced to buy tickets. No problem, I have no problem supporting this event, anything to keep it going.
What I did have a problem with was paying ticketmaster $24.90 in "convenience charges" for two $25 tickets.
I also had a problem with waiting in line for an additional 20 minutes after the "doors open at" time.
Another problem I had was that people who spent $20 at the bar beforehand got to go to the front of the line.
Something else I had a problem with was being frisked and wanded before going into the venue.
Problem #32 was that we could not take our camera inside and had to pay $2 for a teenager in a bright yellow shirt, labeling themselves as "security" to "watch" our camera.
Now, this one really bugged me considering the nature of the event. These folks paid $3000 to play 3 songs onstage with Rockstars, some of them are just kids, and the venue isn't going to let their mom take a picture????
Problem: the teenager lies. The four foot tall, 98 pound "security" girl says that one cannot take a picture because of the artwork on the wall.
Issue number one, all the artwork on the walls of any House of Blues looks like it was done by a four year old.
Issue number two, I took about 300 pictures inside the House of Blues in Las Vegas (same stupid artwork),
Issue number three, the same stupid artwork is inside the restaurant and no one frisked me to go in there,
Issue number four, Britanee as we will call her also said that the musicians don't want cameras inside either. When I mentioned the confiscation of my camera to Kip Winger, he about had a fit.
Don't lie to me Britanee.
Here's another one, No Reentry. Unless there is a medical condition.
So you're saying that if I break my leg, I can go out to my car and come back in.
Sorry, but if I have a medical problem that requires me to leave, I probably don't want to come back.
So, I can't go to my car to get money or anything, I have to use your stupid ATM which has a charge of $3.75 per usage so that I can go to the cash only table and buy a bag of Fritos for $4!
My experience at this House gave me the Blues.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Google this!!!
So from time to time, I like to do a search on the internet for.... me.
Come on, you've all done it, admit it.
So the most recent change is the number one link is one that lists me in the credits of a Thrash, Death Metal album.
Not my most shining moment, but I happened to be in the studio taking pictures for some friends when I ended up on the album.
Alas, I am known by Germany's metalheads as "the Black Queen."
sigh.
Come on, you've all done it, admit it.
So the most recent change is the number one link is one that lists me in the credits of a Thrash, Death Metal album.
Not my most shining moment, but I happened to be in the studio taking pictures for some friends when I ended up on the album.
Alas, I am known by Germany's metalheads as "the Black Queen."
sigh.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Estrogen gone wild!!!
I don't have much going on today.. Vanilla has to do inventory at work, so I have the house to myself ALL night (which is sort of like every night).
So far, I have removed my toenail polish, however got somewhat bored and didn't finish. So now, I have short stubby toenails with little bits of pink on them.
I guess it was more important to go into the bathroom and put my hair into pigtails. Remind me not to go outside.
So far, I have removed my toenail polish, however got somewhat bored and didn't finish. So now, I have short stubby toenails with little bits of pink on them.
I guess it was more important to go into the bathroom and put my hair into pigtails. Remind me not to go outside.
I should do some laundry, but I think I will go play in my makeup, find my favorite pair of heels and eat sushi.
I really don't need this much time on my hands.
Later,
Flips
Editors Note:
I know there is a hanger on the floor that I just haven't felt like picking up and clothes hanging to dry that dried three days earlier.
Don't Judge Me!!!
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
A Day in the Life of a Wife of a Chef
5:05 am: wake up and help Vanilla get ready for an early morning TV appearance
5:40 am: sleep
7:46 am: wake up and realize I should have left for work 60 seconds before
12:32 pm: Vanilla calls and says hi
12:33 pm: Vanilla says "I gotta go, I'll call you right back"
4:48 pm: I call Vanilla
4:48:30: Vanilla says "I gotta go, I'll call you right back"
6:12pm: Vanilla calls and says, "see, I told you I'd call you back" and informs me that he's coming home
6:30 pm: Vanilla is home
6:31 pm: The house is now destroyed
6:42 pm: Vanilla is asleep on the couch
6:58 pm: Just waiting for Ghost Hunters to start
Glamorous isn't it?
Flip Flop
5:40 am: sleep
7:46 am: wake up and realize I should have left for work 60 seconds before
12:32 pm: Vanilla calls and says hi
12:33 pm: Vanilla says "I gotta go, I'll call you right back"
4:48 pm: I call Vanilla
4:48:30: Vanilla says "I gotta go, I'll call you right back"
6:12pm: Vanilla calls and says, "see, I told you I'd call you back" and informs me that he's coming home
6:30 pm: Vanilla is home
6:31 pm: The house is now destroyed
6:42 pm: Vanilla is asleep on the couch
6:58 pm: Just waiting for Ghost Hunters to start
Glamorous isn't it?
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Friday, June 27, 2008
Boo!!!!
Wow, two log ins in one month!!!
So, in a catch up from a previous blog, Vanilla and I have finally found a replacement for the West Wing on DVD.
GHOST HUNTERS!!!! I love it!!!!
The show follows a group of ghost hunters called TAPS. (The Atlantic Paranormal Society).
I love it!!!
They travel all over the country looking into homes and businesses that are "haunted." Most of the time the team ends up "debunking" the cause of the activity.
I love it!!!
There are different ghost hunting teams throughout the 50 states that fall into the "TAPS Family." These are groups that follow the philosophy that most cases are not actually paranormal, but are loose pipes, uncovered electrical boxes, broken locks and whatnot.
Turns out there is a member of the Family here in SW Florida!
I love it!!!
This team holds forums and "open haunts" where the general public is invited to join the hunt.
I love it!!!
So where is this leading???
I called my mom the other day.
Hi Mom, how are you? Good..
Blah, blah, blah.. etc, etc.
So, I think I want to be a ghost hunter.
Oh, that's good, I think that you'd be a good ghost hunter.
Now, Imagine the same tone of voice you'd hear if you told your mom you wanted to be an accountant.
I love the support, but, I am curious what it is about me that produces such a quick, positive response to the idea of me chasing after lingering spirits of dead people.
Hmmm..
Well, the TV is beeping rather loudly at me and telling me that a severe thunderstorm is headed to my house and I should unplug everything..
Better find the candles..
Flip Flop
So, in a catch up from a previous blog, Vanilla and I have finally found a replacement for the West Wing on DVD.
GHOST HUNTERS!!!! I love it!!!!
The show follows a group of ghost hunters called TAPS. (The Atlantic Paranormal Society).
I love it!!!
They travel all over the country looking into homes and businesses that are "haunted." Most of the time the team ends up "debunking" the cause of the activity.
I love it!!!
There are different ghost hunting teams throughout the 50 states that fall into the "TAPS Family." These are groups that follow the philosophy that most cases are not actually paranormal, but are loose pipes, uncovered electrical boxes, broken locks and whatnot.
Turns out there is a member of the Family here in SW Florida!
I love it!!!
This team holds forums and "open haunts" where the general public is invited to join the hunt.
I love it!!!
So where is this leading???
I called my mom the other day.
Hi Mom, how are you? Good..
Blah, blah, blah.. etc, etc.
So, I think I want to be a ghost hunter.
Oh, that's good, I think that you'd be a good ghost hunter.
Now, Imagine the same tone of voice you'd hear if you told your mom you wanted to be an accountant.
I love the support, but, I am curious what it is about me that produces such a quick, positive response to the idea of me chasing after lingering spirits of dead people.
Hmmm..
Well, the TV is beeping rather loudly at me and telling me that a severe thunderstorm is headed to my house and I should unplug everything..
Better find the candles..
Flip Flop
Sunday, June 8, 2008
An even more perfect rainy Sunday....
Ahh, it seems we have once again been blessed with rain. I suppose this means the beginning of the rainy season. We didn't have much of one last year and so I guess I just forgot about it. Doesn't mean I don't like it.
I guess I just don't appreciate the sun like those who pulled up their roots and planted their big ugly branches in my back yard. My eyes are a bit sensitive, so a day at the beach usually ends in a throbbing of the brain and my skin is a bit more suited for the indoors, at least according to the dermatologists and the tourists who like to torment me with questions like "how can you live in Florida and be that pale?" Ughh.
On another note, Vanilla and I found another way to avoid the sun yesterday.
We had been invited to the beach wedding of one of Vanilla's old frat brothers. It was fine and all except that if I had ever even met this person before, it's been at least 10 years since I had seen him. To top that, he was marrying the daughter of the owner of a number of car dealerships in the area, so the wedding was to be all kinds of hoity toity. They actually registered for a $90 salt shaker, and, and and, a $90 Pepper Mill to match!!!!! I have become a master at managing a checkbook that is in the negative more than the positive, so to add that into the mix, huh, the nerve.
Now, here is the kicker!!!!! Per the invitation, guests were requested to wear all white for the occasion. WHAT.. I have plenty of white t-shirts, tank tops, shorts and the like, but for a wedding!.. I do own one white dress, but I have only worn it once and it weighs 15 pounds, so I think not.
Well up until about 15 minutes before it was time to leave, we had all intentions of attending this pretentious event, that is until, Vanilla tried to put on his pants (Khakis, wasn't about to buy white men's pants). Alas, they would not button up. I have never been so happy to see a little weight gain!! So, I took a nap on the couch instead.
When I awoke, we took a drive. We found ourselves at Lover's Key. A little inlet that leads straight to paradise. We walked out to the furthest tip, past the families, the couples making out and the mosquitoes that are of prehistoric size. Once there, it felt like we were in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico totally alone. As the sun was setting, it was just us and 3 dolphins casually swimming about 15 feet out. It was awesome. I told Vanilla that if we weren't already married that I would expect him to ask me to do so right then and there.
I guess I just don't appreciate the sun like those who pulled up their roots and planted their big ugly branches in my back yard. My eyes are a bit sensitive, so a day at the beach usually ends in a throbbing of the brain and my skin is a bit more suited for the indoors, at least according to the dermatologists and the tourists who like to torment me with questions like "how can you live in Florida and be that pale?" Ughh.
On another note, Vanilla and I found another way to avoid the sun yesterday.
We had been invited to the beach wedding of one of Vanilla's old frat brothers. It was fine and all except that if I had ever even met this person before, it's been at least 10 years since I had seen him. To top that, he was marrying the daughter of the owner of a number of car dealerships in the area, so the wedding was to be all kinds of hoity toity. They actually registered for a $90 salt shaker, and, and and, a $90 Pepper Mill to match!!!!! I have become a master at managing a checkbook that is in the negative more than the positive, so to add that into the mix, huh, the nerve.
Now, here is the kicker!!!!! Per the invitation, guests were requested to wear all white for the occasion. WHAT.. I have plenty of white t-shirts, tank tops, shorts and the like, but for a wedding!.. I do own one white dress, but I have only worn it once and it weighs 15 pounds, so I think not.
Well up until about 15 minutes before it was time to leave, we had all intentions of attending this pretentious event, that is until, Vanilla tried to put on his pants (Khakis, wasn't about to buy white men's pants). Alas, they would not button up. I have never been so happy to see a little weight gain!! So, I took a nap on the couch instead.
When I awoke, we took a drive. We found ourselves at Lover's Key. A little inlet that leads straight to paradise. We walked out to the furthest tip, past the families, the couples making out and the mosquitoes that are of prehistoric size. Once there, it felt like we were in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico totally alone. As the sun was setting, it was just us and 3 dolphins casually swimming about 15 feet out. It was awesome. I told Vanilla that if we weren't already married that I would expect him to ask me to do so right then and there.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
A Perfect Rainy Saturday
Ahhh, Rain, finally Rain..
Most Americans would probably be shocked that a person in Florida would want it to rain. As it has been so rare here lately, and to be perfectly honest I am sick of waking up to the smell of the state on fire, this is a nice change.
Ok.. on to the more pressing issue.. It is the last day of May and this is my first post for the month. I really have been very anxious about posting and have therefore avoided signing on at all.. That being said, I am lowering expectations for the blog. Maybe a once a month type thing, unless something special comes up. We'll just see where it goes.
In the meantime, a little ketchup..
The wrath of the dermatologist took about 8 weeks to actually heal and left a scar that looks like someone put out their cigar on my skin. Yea!!
I finished reading the series a few weeks ago. The trouble with going through so many books in a row so fast is that it takes some time to get it out of your system. I've had withdrawals, very strange realizing that you are just a muggle.
Last weekend (Memorial Day) held great things for Vanilla. The namesake for the restaurant that he chefs (I don't like the word cooks - not until the student loans are paid off at least) came to town for a big dinner. It was a huge success and so much fun. Vanilla's folks (they would die if they heard me use that word) came in town for the event and we were able to spend some time with them, it was great fun. Ate way too much.
Most Americans would probably be shocked that a person in Florida would want it to rain. As it has been so rare here lately, and to be perfectly honest I am sick of waking up to the smell of the state on fire, this is a nice change.
Ok.. on to the more pressing issue.. It is the last day of May and this is my first post for the month. I really have been very anxious about posting and have therefore avoided signing on at all.. That being said, I am lowering expectations for the blog. Maybe a once a month type thing, unless something special comes up. We'll just see where it goes.
In the meantime, a little ketchup..
The wrath of the dermatologist took about 8 weeks to actually heal and left a scar that looks like someone put out their cigar on my skin. Yea!!
I finished reading the series a few weeks ago. The trouble with going through so many books in a row so fast is that it takes some time to get it out of your system. I've had withdrawals, very strange realizing that you are just a muggle.
Last weekend (Memorial Day) held great things for Vanilla. The namesake for the restaurant that he chefs (I don't like the word cooks - not until the student loans are paid off at least) came to town for a big dinner. It was a huge success and so much fun. Vanilla's folks (they would die if they heard me use that word) came in town for the event and we were able to spend some time with them, it was great fun. Ate way too much.
Well, now that expectations are at a lower level, I don't feel the least bit guilty about signing off without posting something profound. Who knows maybe this will help me to sign on even more.
I'm off to play minesweeper,
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Saturday, April 26, 2008
Game On
As I sit here watching Wayne's World on TV (I can't believe I thought I wouldn't find anything to do on a Saturday by myself), I figured I would check and see just how long it has been since I last posted. To my surprise, it has been a month!!!!
Good news, my neglect has not been due to frequenting the pogo website. It seems that the shine wore off soon after reaching the big goal.
I guess I should catch everyone up - as I have had feedback from some readers, seems people are actually interested.
I will first eliminate the suspense and just let everyone know right off the bat that I still have not yet hung any pictures up in our "new" place (it's not quite been 6 months).
Well, season is winding down here in the land of the dead, er, I mean the retired, so Vanilla and I have been able to spend a bit more time together.
One of the more exciting things we have been able to do is attend a concert. Now most that know me, know that concerts are somewhat of a regular thing for me, however they are not as frequent in this neck of the golf courses.
While sitting at lunch with another friend a few Sundays ago, we decided last minute to call and see if tickets were still available for the Def Leppard concert. Three hours and $40 in service fees later, we were sitting in an almost sold out arena (not that hard - the home of the Florida Everblades isn't really that big). Somehow, I just happened to call when someone had just given up their 3 tickets 8th row, center stage. I didn't have a voice for three days.
Huh, My Def Leppard Hat Trick was in a hockey arena!
I am still reading fervently.. I can't tell you what book I am on as I am currently reading two at once.
Some of my time in the last month has been filled with tending to the aftermath of a dermatology appointment gone horribly wrong. I won't go into details, but the doctor didn't do anything wrong (like the one last year), it's just been that what he did do has taken 5 weeks healing time and looks like I have another good week or so to go.
Here is a great flaw to not posting enough, I have possibly written enough to bore the beseegees out of anyone, yet I have covered nothing.
So, now that I have overcome the anxiety of logging on to see just how long it's been, I should be able to log on again soon and continue catching everyone up.
At this time however, I am going to tune in and catch the conclusion of the adventures of Wayne and Garth.
Party On,
Flip Flop
Good news, my neglect has not been due to frequenting the pogo website. It seems that the shine wore off soon after reaching the big goal.
I guess I should catch everyone up - as I have had feedback from some readers, seems people are actually interested.
I will first eliminate the suspense and just let everyone know right off the bat that I still have not yet hung any pictures up in our "new" place (it's not quite been 6 months).
Well, season is winding down here in the land of the dead, er, I mean the retired, so Vanilla and I have been able to spend a bit more time together.
One of the more exciting things we have been able to do is attend a concert. Now most that know me, know that concerts are somewhat of a regular thing for me, however they are not as frequent in this neck of the golf courses.
While sitting at lunch with another friend a few Sundays ago, we decided last minute to call and see if tickets were still available for the Def Leppard concert. Three hours and $40 in service fees later, we were sitting in an almost sold out arena (not that hard - the home of the Florida Everblades isn't really that big). Somehow, I just happened to call when someone had just given up their 3 tickets 8th row, center stage. I didn't have a voice for three days.
Huh, My Def Leppard Hat Trick was in a hockey arena!
I am still reading fervently.. I can't tell you what book I am on as I am currently reading two at once.
Some of my time in the last month has been filled with tending to the aftermath of a dermatology appointment gone horribly wrong. I won't go into details, but the doctor didn't do anything wrong (like the one last year), it's just been that what he did do has taken 5 weeks healing time and looks like I have another good week or so to go.
Here is a great flaw to not posting enough, I have possibly written enough to bore the beseegees out of anyone, yet I have covered nothing.
So, now that I have overcome the anxiety of logging on to see just how long it's been, I should be able to log on again soon and continue catching everyone up.
At this time however, I am going to tune in and catch the conclusion of the adventures of Wayne and Garth.
Party On,
Flip Flop
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
This is for all the Ladies out there..
It is so easy for us girls to get so wrapped up trivial girl things like doing our hair, shaving our legs, making sure that our clothes look nice. On top of maintaining femininity, most of us have tasks required to keep the house from looking gross and smelling (i.e. laundry, dishes, dustbusting the little crevices in the coffee table, because it is so old that it repels cleaning spray).
Well, I would like to take this time in between, curling my hair and taking the sheets out to the river to bang them against a rock, to let a few of the ladies who have crossed my path that I appreciate them. In NO particular order!!!!
Anytime you have to thank anyone, you should always start with your mother...
So, Birdie, Thank you for making me strong, for letting me know that I never have to be wounded and I have the ability to take my own path.
To Crazy, Thank you for reminding me that the truth is always the right path.
To Smelly, Thank you for always listening and laughing (and for fake purses and tiaras) and for giving me the greatest story ever in college.
To Khakis and Pearls, thank you for always reminding me how to be a lady and laughing at me when I wasn't.. ok.. sometimes you frowned. I standby my frosty lipstick and get away from me with that hairspray.
To Babs, even though not all of them stuck, you tried to teach me four lessons: 1. You always love your first love, 2. Shave your legs everyday, 3. Always wear sunglasses and 4. It is just as easy to love a rich man as a poor man (I just think that this one is more fun the other way around)
To Motley, You have ALWAYS been there for me, even when I haven't been for you. Your friendship is the most steadfast I have ever encountered. Thank you for the listening to the music with me.
To my favorite Libra, WOW.. Thank you so much for going out to buy little scraps of yellow material on my wedding day.. I am so sorry that your shoes hurt you so bad though. You totally Rock!!
To Schmoopie, thank you so much for reminding me that sometimes I can be right.. you have shown me so much and I swell with pride when I think about all you have accomplished.. However you should thank me for holding your hair back in the front yard.
To P-Lane, Thanks for making me a gator.
To K-Lynn, thank you for wanting better for me. I know it's been hard, but you're the only one I got. I love you.
To Sissy, thank you for letting me see into another world. I never knew that families could actually be like that, I love it. I am always amazed to think of what you have done, just because you wanted to.
To Dee D, Thank you, thank you, thank you... A kindred spirit, one a short paragraph could never describe. Thank you for teaching me strength in the most modest form.
To Dean Martin, Thank you for taming my brother!!!
To Senora, Gracias para todo del informacion in espanol.
To Cindy Lou Who, Thanks for making me go out and not letting me sit at home.. I miss you.
To Miss E, Thanks for sticking by him, I wouldn't have.
To DAR, Thanks for singing that song to me when I was little, at least there' s one good memory.
To Linnie (actual name, because it's just that good), thank you for taking me away to fairy land every night and giving me your name.
And finally, to the grower of Violets, I am so proud to be your granddaughter. I think of you everyday and what you did for love. Thank you for my blanket and my very own violet.
Please take time to thank someone you know, even if they never hear it, it will do nothing less than remind you how lucky you are.
Thanks for reading.
Flip Flop
Well, I would like to take this time in between, curling my hair and taking the sheets out to the river to bang them against a rock, to let a few of the ladies who have crossed my path that I appreciate them. In NO particular order!!!!
Anytime you have to thank anyone, you should always start with your mother...
So, Birdie, Thank you for making me strong, for letting me know that I never have to be wounded and I have the ability to take my own path.
To Crazy, Thank you for reminding me that the truth is always the right path.
To Smelly, Thank you for always listening and laughing (and for fake purses and tiaras) and for giving me the greatest story ever in college.
To Khakis and Pearls, thank you for always reminding me how to be a lady and laughing at me when I wasn't.. ok.. sometimes you frowned. I standby my frosty lipstick and get away from me with that hairspray.
To Babs, even though not all of them stuck, you tried to teach me four lessons: 1. You always love your first love, 2. Shave your legs everyday, 3. Always wear sunglasses and 4. It is just as easy to love a rich man as a poor man (I just think that this one is more fun the other way around)
To Motley, You have ALWAYS been there for me, even when I haven't been for you. Your friendship is the most steadfast I have ever encountered. Thank you for the listening to the music with me.
To my favorite Libra, WOW.. Thank you so much for going out to buy little scraps of yellow material on my wedding day.. I am so sorry that your shoes hurt you so bad though. You totally Rock!!
To Schmoopie, thank you so much for reminding me that sometimes I can be right.. you have shown me so much and I swell with pride when I think about all you have accomplished.. However you should thank me for holding your hair back in the front yard.
To P-Lane, Thanks for making me a gator.
To K-Lynn, thank you for wanting better for me. I know it's been hard, but you're the only one I got. I love you.
To Sissy, thank you for letting me see into another world. I never knew that families could actually be like that, I love it. I am always amazed to think of what you have done, just because you wanted to.
To Dee D, Thank you, thank you, thank you... A kindred spirit, one a short paragraph could never describe. Thank you for teaching me strength in the most modest form.
To Dean Martin, Thank you for taming my brother!!!
To Senora, Gracias para todo del informacion in espanol.
To Cindy Lou Who, Thanks for making me go out and not letting me sit at home.. I miss you.
To Miss E, Thanks for sticking by him, I wouldn't have.
To DAR, Thanks for singing that song to me when I was little, at least there' s one good memory.
To Linnie (actual name, because it's just that good), thank you for taking me away to fairy land every night and giving me your name.
And finally, to the grower of Violets, I am so proud to be your granddaughter. I think of you everyday and what you did for love. Thank you for my blanket and my very own violet.
Please take time to thank someone you know, even if they never hear it, it will do nothing less than remind you how lucky you are.
Thanks for reading.
Flip Flop
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Should auld acquantaince be forgot....
Here I am with my head hung in Shame.. I have been neglecting my post.
I have been very preoccupied with a couple of other tasks.
One of which was a goal I had set for myself. A goal I Achieved!!!
I have finally acquired 1,000,000 tokens in Pogo!!! Through a lot of hard work playing Word Whomp, Poppit, Stack em' and more I reached the number I previously only thought that losers had. I was either incorrect of my judgement of high token Pogo players or I myself am now a loser. I have a feeling it's the latter.
My absence can also be attributed to taking up an old habit. Reading. It's not really an old habit, since I only started "devouring" books in the past couple of years. However, I had not cracked a spine in a few months. (you can look over some previous posts and figure out the timing for yourself).
I have been an closet fan of a certain boy wizard (bordering on an inappropriate crush) since first seeing him on the big screen with B & J.
I apologize greatly for the lack of attention on my part, but I do have plenty of ideas that should manifest themselves in this week that is an hour short.
Before I take off, I would like to thank Cousin T for my very first Comment!!! Thanks T.
Catch ya later, F.F.
I have been very preoccupied with a couple of other tasks.
One of which was a goal I had set for myself. A goal I Achieved!!!
I have finally acquired 1,000,000 tokens in Pogo!!! Through a lot of hard work playing Word Whomp, Poppit, Stack em' and more I reached the number I previously only thought that losers had. I was either incorrect of my judgement of high token Pogo players or I myself am now a loser. I have a feeling it's the latter.
My absence can also be attributed to taking up an old habit. Reading. It's not really an old habit, since I only started "devouring" books in the past couple of years. However, I had not cracked a spine in a few months. (you can look over some previous posts and figure out the timing for yourself).
I have been an closet fan of a certain boy wizard (bordering on an inappropriate crush) since first seeing him on the big screen with B & J.
So Cute
I apologize greatly for the lack of attention on my part, but I do have plenty of ideas that should manifest themselves in this week that is an hour short.
Before I take off, I would like to thank Cousin T for my very first Comment!!! Thanks T.
Catch ya later, F.F.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
What do YOU want?
Sunday provided me with an unfortunate view from the other side of the service desk. Vanilla and I visited a familiar big box electronic store recognizable by a by a giant blue and yellow tag above it's front doors. I needed to make a simple return for store credit (I don't have a receipt, it was a gift, store credit is fine).
"Hmm.. I can't return your ten dollar item without a receipt. I can't do anything. I know you are going to use it to purchase $50 more dollars worth of merchandise, but I don't understand customer satisfaction breeds goodwill, which in this downturning economy is the only advantage we can offer. You can sell it on Ebay."
Enter 20 year old supervisor. " I'm not putting my job on the line for your $10 item, if you know the credit card number that was used to purchase the $10 item we can look it up. But you can always just sell it on Ebay."
REALLY???
Now, I have been in the business of providing good customer service for about 15 years and I am fully aware that having a customer leave the store with the $10 item still on the counter and not purchasing the $50 worth of televison series DVD's, so that "policy" can be upheld to its highest standards, is not going to cost anyone his or her job. And if it is the policy of the microwave, cell phone, television, photo paper store to fire associates so that they may spend the money to train another personable employee to take their place, I emplore all of you NOT to support this electronic dictatorship.
I am currently drafting a letter to find out the exact implications of said policy. I will keep you posted.
"Hmm.. I can't return your ten dollar item without a receipt. I can't do anything. I know you are going to use it to purchase $50 more dollars worth of merchandise, but I don't understand customer satisfaction breeds goodwill, which in this downturning economy is the only advantage we can offer. You can sell it on Ebay."
Enter 20 year old supervisor. " I'm not putting my job on the line for your $10 item, if you know the credit card number that was used to purchase the $10 item we can look it up. But you can always just sell it on Ebay."
REALLY???
Now, I have been in the business of providing good customer service for about 15 years and I am fully aware that having a customer leave the store with the $10 item still on the counter and not purchasing the $50 worth of televison series DVD's, so that "policy" can be upheld to its highest standards, is not going to cost anyone his or her job. And if it is the policy of the microwave, cell phone, television, photo paper store to fire associates so that they may spend the money to train another personable employee to take their place, I emplore all of you NOT to support this electronic dictatorship.
I am currently drafting a letter to find out the exact implications of said policy. I will keep you posted.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
At a Loss
It seems that blogging is going to be a more difficult task that originally thought. I feel the need to update, but update what? Not much has happened since the last post, so, in an effort not to lose readership, here's just a few highlights of things that have happened in the past week. Interesting or not.
Yesterday I met a young man who happened to hail from my hometown, the spring break capital of the world. We were raised in the same small town, graduated from the same high school, but he could barely speak English. Not in the sense that English is his second language, I'm just not sure he knew any language. I did manage to find out that he has at least two daughters, one of whom has a birthday that equals the pin number to his ATM card. Oh, by the way, he was born in 1987.
The Patriots lost the Superbowl. I blame Jessica Simpson.
I had Chick fil A twice on Saturday and I loved it!
The complete series of the West Wing is one of the best investments one can buy. It's been almost 4 years since I put in the first disc of Season One. I am currently on disc two of Season 7. Vanilla and I have been discussing what we are going to do after the Bartlet presidency is over. Anyone have thoughts on Lost?
There is definitely a difference when you splurge for the 500 thread count sheets. Thanks Mom.
Valentines Day is a week away, and I just realized that wives are supposed to buy gifts too.. If it was only as easy for girls.. A simple phone call to a florist and done.. But nooooo, we are forced to think about it, What the hay!!!
I really didn't get the Thriller Life Water commercial, but the screaming squirrel still has me in stitches.
Ok.. this just happened.. There is a commerical for the the county fair on TV.. They just showed a little girl sucking on a passifier. I am not sure what upsets me more, a kid riding a zippy ride with a potential choking hazard in her mouth or the fact that she was like TEN YEARS OLD...
Fill in the blank..
We're going to the fair, the _______ County Fair, We're going to the fair, the ________ County Fair..
Peace.
Yesterday I met a young man who happened to hail from my hometown, the spring break capital of the world. We were raised in the same small town, graduated from the same high school, but he could barely speak English. Not in the sense that English is his second language, I'm just not sure he knew any language. I did manage to find out that he has at least two daughters, one of whom has a birthday that equals the pin number to his ATM card. Oh, by the way, he was born in 1987.
The Patriots lost the Superbowl. I blame Jessica Simpson.
I had Chick fil A twice on Saturday and I loved it!
The complete series of the West Wing is one of the best investments one can buy. It's been almost 4 years since I put in the first disc of Season One. I am currently on disc two of Season 7. Vanilla and I have been discussing what we are going to do after the Bartlet presidency is over. Anyone have thoughts on Lost?
There is definitely a difference when you splurge for the 500 thread count sheets. Thanks Mom.
Valentines Day is a week away, and I just realized that wives are supposed to buy gifts too.. If it was only as easy for girls.. A simple phone call to a florist and done.. But nooooo, we are forced to think about it, What the hay!!!
I really didn't get the Thriller Life Water commercial, but the screaming squirrel still has me in stitches.
Ok.. this just happened.. There is a commerical for the the county fair on TV.. They just showed a little girl sucking on a passifier. I am not sure what upsets me more, a kid riding a zippy ride with a potential choking hazard in her mouth or the fact that she was like TEN YEARS OLD...
Fill in the blank..
We're going to the fair, the _______ County Fair, We're going to the fair, the ________ County Fair..
Peace.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Praying for Strength
The past couple of days has been a wash. I don't exactly know what that expression means or if it's even appropriate for what I am trying to convey, but it sounds right.
I feel like I have been put through the washer and dried on high heat. You know, the really hot kind like when you take your jeans out of the dryer right away and the buttons burn your fingers.
Two months ago I lost a dear friend, my brother Drummer Man. I won't go into all the details because that seems to be the energy source behind the spin cycle that is making me bump my head into the sides of the washer.
Drummer Man touched a lot of people and just when I thought I was done consoling others I've had to dig deep. A very nice young man by the name of Wiggles (for reasons I won't disclose) was very touched by Drummer's spirit. No problem, except that he works for the L.A. Times. He's writing a front page story.
It's nice and all and I feel that I must contribute or regret it for the rest of my life, but I just didn't want to. I did though.
Now that it's done, I feel a huge weight is off my shoulders, but now, everything but my shoulders is spinning wildly, getting tangled with the dirty socks. I just hope that most of this comes off in the lint trap.
Flop
I feel like I have been put through the washer and dried on high heat. You know, the really hot kind like when you take your jeans out of the dryer right away and the buttons burn your fingers.
Two months ago I lost a dear friend, my brother Drummer Man. I won't go into all the details because that seems to be the energy source behind the spin cycle that is making me bump my head into the sides of the washer.
Drummer Man touched a lot of people and just when I thought I was done consoling others I've had to dig deep. A very nice young man by the name of Wiggles (for reasons I won't disclose) was very touched by Drummer's spirit. No problem, except that he works for the L.A. Times. He's writing a front page story.
It's nice and all and I feel that I must contribute or regret it for the rest of my life, but I just didn't want to. I did though.
Now that it's done, I feel a huge weight is off my shoulders, but now, everything but my shoulders is spinning wildly, getting tangled with the dirty socks. I just hope that most of this comes off in the lint trap.
Flop
Monday, January 28, 2008
Babies, babies everywhere, nor anyone for me..
Signs, signs, everywhere signs.
Well 2007 held a lot of signs that it was not time for a baby. 2008 however, a different story. My favorite being the drunk cab driver who chose the seat next to me in the bar a couple of weeks ago. An empty pool hall the size of a small Cosco and this guy chose the seat next to mine. It took a while to learn the language he was speaking, but after about 10 minutes, he started telling me about his younguns'. Grown of course, thank goodness since their dad was wasted in a bar on a Sunday night. His conversation kept curving back to him telling me not to wait and that having kids are the most wonderful things ( I had not told him that I was waiting ). Earlier that weekend someone reminded me that you should always be nice to strangers, you never know who might be an angel.
Here's where it gets tangled. The most important factor in the fright is the financial aspect. I don't even own a dining room table. Odd seeing as how Vanilla is a chef. Something else that scares the begeezes out of me are the dreams. Dreams all the time, about babies. Maybe they are a bit more prolific lately because we just spent time with P.W. Dreams are fine and dandy, but when the subject matter of the nightly infant wanderings is forgetting to feed the baby and not remembering where I left it, it's kinda scary.
Talk about mixed signals.
Well 2007 held a lot of signs that it was not time for a baby. 2008 however, a different story. My favorite being the drunk cab driver who chose the seat next to me in the bar a couple of weeks ago. An empty pool hall the size of a small Cosco and this guy chose the seat next to mine. It took a while to learn the language he was speaking, but after about 10 minutes, he started telling me about his younguns'. Grown of course, thank goodness since their dad was wasted in a bar on a Sunday night. His conversation kept curving back to him telling me not to wait and that having kids are the most wonderful things ( I had not told him that I was waiting ). Earlier that weekend someone reminded me that you should always be nice to strangers, you never know who might be an angel.
Here's where it gets tangled. The most important factor in the fright is the financial aspect. I don't even own a dining room table. Odd seeing as how Vanilla is a chef. Something else that scares the begeezes out of me are the dreams. Dreams all the time, about babies. Maybe they are a bit more prolific lately because we just spent time with P.W. Dreams are fine and dandy, but when the subject matter of the nightly infant wanderings is forgetting to feed the baby and not remembering where I left it, it's kinda scary.
Talk about mixed signals.
That's five tardies
It is now secret that those who wear flip flops don't like mornings, but I am definately the definition of the late sleeper. Maybe working at a bank was not the smartest idea. Getting to work has been difficult, but survivable. However, since moving from four minutes away from my job to 54 minutes away has been nightmarish. ugh. I have taken to eating breakfast at work, after putting on my makeup in the executive bathroom. It's not so much executive than public. Well this morning was like the 10th time I was late in like eight days. So the point being, please forward an ideas for a job that pays a lot of money and you don't have to be there till 4 in the afternoon and out by seven. I would really like a creative outlet with lots of time to balance my checkbook and keep up with personal emails. All ideas would be appreciated.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Sleepy, sleepy
Well, after a long day of work at job #2, I have realized something.. I'm tired. Maybe I stayed up too late, but 2:30 am is survivable. More than likely it was the party next door that went on until the sun came up. I can't believe I wasn't invited. More than that, I can't believe that I live next door to people who are able to do that.
People from all over the country flee from their snowy homes to this part of Florida so they can spend their twilight years playing golf and enjoying the early bird special at Perkins. But somehow, we managed to find an apartment complex where I am considered aged. How did this happen.
I think that another aspect of my weariness stems from Vanilla. I appreciate notification of his arrival home, even when I have just dozed off between thumps from the adjacent party. However, I am not sure if my grunts and snorts should be so easily mistaken for an invitation to a conversation.
Off to rest. Flip.
People from all over the country flee from their snowy homes to this part of Florida so they can spend their twilight years playing golf and enjoying the early bird special at Perkins. But somehow, we managed to find an apartment complex where I am considered aged. How did this happen.
I think that another aspect of my weariness stems from Vanilla. I appreciate notification of his arrival home, even when I have just dozed off between thumps from the adjacent party. However, I am not sure if my grunts and snorts should be so easily mistaken for an invitation to a conversation.
Off to rest. Flip.
Monday, January 21, 2008
I had a dream, but then the phone rang
As the country celebrates the birthday of a great civil rights leader, I am celebrating a day off from work. My plan was to sleep in, see a movie, read a book eat lunch at a quaint bistro, go shopping, hang pictures on the wall of our new apartment, finish the last two seasons of theWest Wing, work out and a run a few other errands.
Seems Murphy has thrown his law in my face once again.
As Vanilla had to work this morning, he left me sleeping soundly in the bed. Moments later, the phone rang. The blue bomb wouldn't start. vvvrrrrrvvvvrrrr.
Sleeping in, done.
Quaint Bistro, nope.
$160 at the auto shop later I suppose I will just do laundry.
Seems Murphy has thrown his law in my face once again.
As Vanilla had to work this morning, he left me sleeping soundly in the bed. Moments later, the phone rang. The blue bomb wouldn't start. vvvrrrrrvvvvrrrr.
Sleeping in, done.
Quaint Bistro, nope.
$160 at the auto shop later I suppose I will just do laundry.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Running Late
Well, I thought that my posts would be a bit more frequent than this, but I had to take a break. Last week Vanilla and I had to cover our toes for a trip up to the frozen tundra known as Ohio. It was a happy visit with family. We had an addition to the family. Vanilla's brother had a son in December. His name is Pig Won't, aka PW. PW was baptized into the Catholic Church with Vanilla as his Godfather. It was very exciting and it got the the biological clock ticking. Tick Tock.
In other news, I am home alone as Vanilla is in the Bahamas. Hmph... He was lucky enough to go for a fun trip for work. In the meantime, flip flop is in the middle of a torrential downpour. Seems odd to have a hurricane in January.
Seems I am more tired than I thought.
Flip Flop out.
In other news, I am home alone as Vanilla is in the Bahamas. Hmph... He was lucky enough to go for a fun trip for work. In the meantime, flip flop is in the middle of a torrential downpour. Seems odd to have a hurricane in January.
Seems I am more tired than I thought.
Flip Flop out.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
A New Year, A New Resolution and another blog
Welcome to 2008. As with everything in my life I am nine days late in my Holiday wishes.
I will introduce myself, I am Flip Flop. A lifetime resident of the Sunshine state, I choose to eternally expose my toes.
Scoop of Vanilla is my best friend, although he is anything but vanilla. We have been roomates for ten years and were married somewhere around 2004.
As I have not yet figured out the direction of this blog, I will leave you guessing on further details. But don't worry, it will all unfold and the layers of flip flop and scoop of vanilla shall unfold before your very eyes.
Blessings for the New Year,
Flip
I will introduce myself, I am Flip Flop. A lifetime resident of the Sunshine state, I choose to eternally expose my toes.
Scoop of Vanilla is my best friend, although he is anything but vanilla. We have been roomates for ten years and were married somewhere around 2004.
As I have not yet figured out the direction of this blog, I will leave you guessing on further details. But don't worry, it will all unfold and the layers of flip flop and scoop of vanilla shall unfold before your very eyes.
Blessings for the New Year,
Flip
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