I've been up since 5:00 a.m. and am already more than a little irritated.
::sigh:: Let me back up so you'll understand.
Upon arriving home last night, Hubby informed me that the power company had been out to run the electric to the shed-that-will-never-be-completed. Great. He then informed me that they completely tore up the lawn in the process. Fine, whatever. The lawn looked like crap anyway - maybe this will give someone the incentive to fix it this spring. He then tells me that also the power company had cut the cable line. Again, not a big deal (for me anyway as I don't watch much television).
Before retiring last night, I checked the local news website to see what was up with the schools. Yesterday it poured rain; buckets and buckets of it. And the temperatures were to go down into the 20's last night - I figured the schools would at least be delayed for icy conditions. Nothing had been reported yet. (As a side note - this news station also offers text alerts if the schools are going to be closed or delayed. I have signed up for this service FOUR times and have yet to receive an alert!).
When the alarm went off this morning - I turned on the phone. No text alert (of course - why should I expect one at this point?). I went to turn on the television and remembered - no cable. So I creep downstairs without turning on any lights - figuring I'll check the website and if school is delayed I can crawl back into bed without having woken myself up too much.
Nothing. Looked like school was to go on as scheduled. So I turned on the lights, made a cup of coffee and went out into the freezing, wickedly windy morning to get the paper. No paper. Dammit.
Come back in and jump online only to discover ---- schools have been delayed for two hours! Of course they have, I'm wide awake now.
And my paper? Still hasn't arrived. They made it on time during every single snow event - where are they this morning when I actually have time to leisurely read it while savoring a cup of coffee - instead of scanning it quickly and bolting back that cup of joe?
I am not a morning person. I never will be. And right now, all I want is my paper. And a couple more hours of sleep. But it looks like neither is gonna happen.
But - looking on the bright side - the sun will be out today! And that usually puts a smile on my cranky face.
February 10, 2010
February 8, 2010
Do I have a "problem?"
This is a direct quote. This is what Hubby asked me today.
Why, you ask?
Because I want to re-arrange furniture.
Normally? Hubby wouldn't even be involved. Normally, I'd just move it and that would be that.
But this time? It involves moving a (very heavy, apparently) couch & chair from upstairs down.
I've already explained to you about his extreme dislike of change with the whole closet debacle. (which, for those of you interested - I think he's getting used to his new environs despite his unwillingness to admit it).
We've been in this house for approximately one and a half years. In that time, nothing major has really been moved. But in that time, I have realized how we are using our space. What is working; and what isn't.
And what isn't? The whole "keeping" room area (right off the kitchen). It has become a total junk dump. (I don't deal with clutter too well - after a while it makes me "itch." Seriously. And when I begin to "itch," I become a word that rhymes with it....).
That means the desk must go! Immediately.
My feeling is that a sitting area would be much better there. That would confine the clutter to one corner of the island.
But to hear Hubby go on about it....according to him I must have "dyslexia" (does he even know what that means???) or some other problem.
I have informed him that it's called "decorating" and realizing how we use the space we have and how to make better use of that space.
The conversation ended with us agreeing that maybe he needs to live in his shed and leave the actual house to me.
At the moment? Sounds like a really good compromise to me.....
Why, you ask?
Because I want to re-arrange furniture.
Normally? Hubby wouldn't even be involved. Normally, I'd just move it and that would be that.
But this time? It involves moving a (very heavy, apparently) couch & chair from upstairs down.
I've already explained to you about his extreme dislike of change with the whole closet debacle. (which, for those of you interested - I think he's getting used to his new environs despite his unwillingness to admit it).
We've been in this house for approximately one and a half years. In that time, nothing major has really been moved. But in that time, I have realized how we are using our space. What is working; and what isn't.
And what isn't? The whole "keeping" room area (right off the kitchen). It has become a total junk dump. (I don't deal with clutter too well - after a while it makes me "itch." Seriously. And when I begin to "itch," I become a word that rhymes with it....).
That means the desk must go! Immediately.
My feeling is that a sitting area would be much better there. That would confine the clutter to one corner of the island.
But to hear Hubby go on about it....according to him I must have "dyslexia" (does he even know what that means???) or some other problem.
I have informed him that it's called "decorating" and realizing how we use the space we have and how to make better use of that space.
The conversation ended with us agreeing that maybe he needs to live in his shed and leave the actual house to me.
At the moment? Sounds like a really good compromise to me.....
Did we? Or didn't we?
Thank you Jody for reminding me that I kinda left y'all hanging. I know. I'm bad about that. I post something with kind of a "cliff-hanger" ending and then never follow up. I get distracted (did I tell you about the shoes I almost bought this weekend and then talked myself out of because Man-Child needed new dress clothes for Mass at school? Why does he keep growing?? HOW can he still be growing! He's already so big. I think I stopped growing at 14 - why is he still growing!!! ::sigh:: they were lovely - I'll be heading back after payday to see if they are still there...see? I get distracted easily. But they were a lovely cheetah print with a patent heel - dammit, I should have bought them. I think I know what I'll be doing at lunch tomorrow...).
Ahem.
Anyway. Yes, we ended up having a SuperBowl party. We ended up with a total of 13 people (who are actually eating solid foods-the other is the sweetest little guy ever!!!). But up until about 3:00 pm we only knew of three people who were coming. But Hubby had prepared as if hordes of people were coming. Along with the requisite chips, dips, nuts, drinks, etc. he also prepared chicken wings, sausage & peppers, chili and I forget what all else (because his motto is - it's better to have more food than the guests can possibly eat; despite their best efforts!).
It wasn't as bad as I was dreading (because yeah - sometimes, despite my best efforts, I take a pessimistic look at things - especially when it involves disrupting my sleep patterns!).
Most of the ladies, weren't into football (like me) so we sat in the other room cooing over the little one, chastising the children (yeah - somebody remind me to tell you about the "children") and catching up.
Everyone was actually gone by 9:00 pm (before the game was over) and most of the kitchen was clean by 9:45 pm (and you guys who've been around awhile know how I feel about having a clean kitchen before I go to bed!!).
No one stayed past their welcome or proceeded to turn this into a "par-taay" (which as well as I know some of these people - it's been known to happen a time or two. But luckily, I think we've all grown up (a bit more) in the last few years and are, hopefully, past all that).
So, all in all, it was a successful evening.
And??? YAHOOOOOOOO!!! FOOTBALL IS OVER!
But? That doesn't mean the football talk is - because now we have the "draft" to look forward to. OMG! I now know about the draft (in a very vague and round-about way). This means I am picking this stuff up by osmosis. Someone please help me before it's too late!!!
Ahem.
Anyway. Yes, we ended up having a SuperBowl party. We ended up with a total of 13 people (who are actually eating solid foods-the other is the sweetest little guy ever!!!). But up until about 3:00 pm we only knew of three people who were coming. But Hubby had prepared as if hordes of people were coming. Along with the requisite chips, dips, nuts, drinks, etc. he also prepared chicken wings, sausage & peppers, chili and I forget what all else (because his motto is - it's better to have more food than the guests can possibly eat; despite their best efforts!).
It wasn't as bad as I was dreading (because yeah - sometimes, despite my best efforts, I take a pessimistic look at things - especially when it involves disrupting my sleep patterns!).
Most of the ladies, weren't into football (like me) so we sat in the other room cooing over the little one, chastising the children (yeah - somebody remind me to tell you about the "children") and catching up.
Everyone was actually gone by 9:00 pm (before the game was over) and most of the kitchen was clean by 9:45 pm (and you guys who've been around awhile know how I feel about having a clean kitchen before I go to bed!!).
No one stayed past their welcome or proceeded to turn this into a "par-taay" (which as well as I know some of these people - it's been known to happen a time or two. But luckily, I think we've all grown up (a bit more) in the last few years and are, hopefully, past all that).
So, all in all, it was a successful evening.
And??? YAHOOOOOOOO!!! FOOTBALL IS OVER!
But? That doesn't mean the football talk is - because now we have the "draft" to look forward to. OMG! I now know about the draft (in a very vague and round-about way). This means I am picking this stuff up by osmosis. Someone please help me before it's too late!!!
Total Weirdness
Imagine my utter, total & complete shock this morning when I clicked on one of the blogs I follow and discovered a picture.
Not just any picture. A picture of a woman I know in a group of women. A woman who was both the sister & the wife to a couple of guys I used to work for/with.
I knew it was her. I even emailed the picture to Hubby to verify for me that it was indeed her (cause he is awesome with faces & names - unlike me who will forget your name as soon as I turn around. Hell, it's a miracle I remember my name, much less those of friends and family).
Turns out this woman (whom I've always liked) has a pretty successful blog and was a speaker at Blissdom this past weekend. I'm not really sure what Blissdom was/is - but apparently is a conference for bloggers.
When I got home from work I found her blog. Which was ridiculously easy to do. All I had to do was type her name and the word "blog" into Google and there she was (so any of y'all that think you are blogging anonymously - but have your name in there somewhere? With a little work [or not so much as was my case] you can be found. Just so ya know).
As I mentioned, I used to work with her husband and for her brother.
I really don't have a problem with her husband or her - but her brother? And the rest of their family - which also worked for the company? Them, I kinda have a problem with.
Eventually, I got paid. But a lot of the others never did. It was ugly and even now, almost 9 years later, there are still extreme bitter feelings.
And this is just another reason I choose to remain anonymous (other than the fact that Hubby is persistent in his belief that you are all serial murderers/stalkers). This woman lives, at most, 15 minutes from me. It's a small town (so small, in fact, that her hubby was actually my son's coach at one point after the whole "thing." [Yeah - a little weird!] But in all fairness - out of the Pop Warner Football coaches that my son had - he was the best! Cause he really is a good guy - just got caught up in a really bad (and awkward) situation).
This woman could easily stumble across my blog, if we had cross-readers (which I don't think we do after a cursory glance at her blogroll) (and, if she read this post she'd almost exactly know who was writing it; especially since I have my picture is so obviously out there - I, of course, haven't changed that much in the intervening years) and that could be, at the very least, very uncomfortable and if I wrote about the whole, ugly story - and although every word would be true from my point of view - how would she, and her family, view it? That could possibly get ugly.
So again - I'll remain anonymous 'cause (apparently) the world is far too small for me not to.
Not just any picture. A picture of a woman I know in a group of women. A woman who was both the sister & the wife to a couple of guys I used to work for/with.
I knew it was her. I even emailed the picture to Hubby to verify for me that it was indeed her (cause he is awesome with faces & names - unlike me who will forget your name as soon as I turn around. Hell, it's a miracle I remember my name, much less those of friends and family).
Turns out this woman (whom I've always liked) has a pretty successful blog and was a speaker at Blissdom this past weekend. I'm not really sure what Blissdom was/is - but apparently is a conference for bloggers.
When I got home from work I found her blog. Which was ridiculously easy to do. All I had to do was type her name and the word "blog" into Google and there she was (so any of y'all that think you are blogging anonymously - but have your name in there somewhere? With a little work [or not so much as was my case] you can be found. Just so ya know).
As I mentioned, I used to work with her husband and for her brother.
I really don't have a problem with her husband or her - but her brother? And the rest of their family - which also worked for the company? Them, I kinda have a problem with.
Eventually, I got paid. But a lot of the others never did. It was ugly and even now, almost 9 years later, there are still extreme bitter feelings.
And this is just another reason I choose to remain anonymous (other than the fact that Hubby is persistent in his belief that you are all serial murderers/stalkers). This woman lives, at most, 15 minutes from me. It's a small town (so small, in fact, that her hubby was actually my son's coach at one point after the whole "thing." [Yeah - a little weird!] But in all fairness - out of the Pop Warner Football coaches that my son had - he was the best! Cause he really is a good guy - just got caught up in a really bad (and awkward) situation).
This woman could easily stumble across my blog, if we had cross-readers (which I don't think we do after a cursory glance at her blogroll) (and, if she read this post she'd almost exactly know who was writing it; especially since I have my picture is so obviously out there - I, of course, haven't changed that much in the intervening years) and that could be, at the very least, very uncomfortable and if I wrote about the whole, ugly story - and although every word would be true from my point of view - how would she, and her family, view it? That could possibly get ugly.
So again - I'll remain anonymous 'cause (apparently) the world is far too small for me not to.
February 5, 2010
Bad Hostess With the Mostest - that would be me
Hubby mentioned in passing to me a week or two ago that he'd like to have a SuperBowl party.
Sounds good to me - have a few guys over to drink beer and watch the "Big Game," while I could go to a movie, read a book, blog, whatever. I can roll with that.
Hmmm. Apparently that wasn't his plan.
Next thing I know, Hubby has plastered his invitation on FaceBook for all the world to see. He has just invited everyone we know over. Which would include wives - which means I would have to play hostess. On a Sunday night. Until late. Because the "powers-that-be" at the NFL seem to think that late on Sunday night is the perfect time to have the "Big Game." Knowing that lots of folks will be having parties. Knowing that most of those same people have to get up and go to work in the morning! Personally, I think the "powers-that-be" are idiots. Just my opinion. But I digress.
Now normally I don't mind being the hostess with the mostest. But let me let you in on a little secret.
I don't like football. Especially watching it on television.
Yes, I am uber-football mom when Man-Child is playing - but that's because I have a vested interest in the game and I'm actually there and can get caught up in the excitement.
But for the most part? Leave me out of it. I have far better things to do than watch grown men run around on the field - like cleaning the oven, digging a ditch, or cleaning a sewer line. ANYTHING is better to me than watching a game on t.v.
Luckily (is it wrong for me to think that?) no one has responded, at least via FaceBook yet. I'm thinking it's because Hubby waited to late to do the invite. (Hasn't he learned anything from all these years being married to me? You have to send out invites at least two weeks in advance! Basic social etiquette - duh!). So hopefully, everyone else already has plans. Yes, bad hostess with the mostest, for not wanting this party to go off.
But - between you and me - I will hold that title proudly if this so-called party doesn't materialize. Yes, I'll put on the sad face for Hubby but inside? I'll be doing my little happy dance.
Sounds good to me - have a few guys over to drink beer and watch the "Big Game," while I could go to a movie, read a book, blog, whatever. I can roll with that.
Hmmm. Apparently that wasn't his plan.
Next thing I know, Hubby has plastered his invitation on FaceBook for all the world to see. He has just invited everyone we know over. Which would include wives - which means I would have to play hostess. On a Sunday night. Until late. Because the "powers-that-be" at the NFL seem to think that late on Sunday night is the perfect time to have the "Big Game." Knowing that lots of folks will be having parties. Knowing that most of those same people have to get up and go to work in the morning! Personally, I think the "powers-that-be" are idiots. Just my opinion. But I digress.
Now normally I don't mind being the hostess with the mostest. But let me let you in on a little secret.
I don't like football. Especially watching it on television.
Yes, I am uber-football mom when Man-Child is playing - but that's because I have a vested interest in the game and I'm actually there and can get caught up in the excitement.
But for the most part? Leave me out of it. I have far better things to do than watch grown men run around on the field - like cleaning the oven, digging a ditch, or cleaning a sewer line. ANYTHING is better to me than watching a game on t.v.
Luckily (is it wrong for me to think that?) no one has responded, at least via FaceBook yet. I'm thinking it's because Hubby waited to late to do the invite. (Hasn't he learned anything from all these years being married to me? You have to send out invites at least two weeks in advance! Basic social etiquette - duh!). So hopefully, everyone else already has plans. Yes, bad hostess with the mostest, for not wanting this party to go off.
But - between you and me - I will hold that title proudly if this so-called party doesn't materialize. Yes, I'll put on the sad face for Hubby but inside? I'll be doing my little happy dance.
February 3, 2010
I Couldn't Make This Stuff Up If I Tried!
These past two weeks or so have been crazy busy at work. Not that I'm complaining! It truly makes the day fly by - and I'm enjoying what I'm doing so I'm a happy camper.
With that being said, the urge to get out at lunch time is strong - to get away and take my mind off things for an hour (and to get away from the few nuts we have rattling around our department). Particularly today as the sun was shining and it was warmer than it's been in a long while and especially since I know that more icky weather is heading our way this weekend.
I had decided to take myself up to the fast-food joint up the road and have one of their awesome hamburgers. I figured I'd take this burger and head over to the park and enjoy my lunch in the sunshine.
Now this particular establishment prides itself on just how slow their service is; they claim it's because that nothing is made until you place your order - yeah, right. But whatever, for a fast-food place their burgers are good.
I place my order, specifying "no ketchup and no onions." Because yeah, I'm picky like that - plus I like to assume that if I don't order it exactly like it appears on the menu I might get a fresher product - plus I don't like ketchup or onions on my burger. After spending approximately 12 and one half minutes in the drive-thru I receive my bag of cholesterol-raising goodness and head for the park - about five minutes away.
I arrive. Get settled. Crack open the bag. Take out the burger. I'm practically salivating at this point. It's going to be soooo goood! Take a big bite.
WTH?!?!
Not only is there a huge onion on my "burger" they also apparently forgot to put the main ingredient of a hamburger in! There was no burger in my burger.
No, I'm not kidding.
Basically I have a salad sandwhich ... with cheese.
Seriously?? I can see forgetting that I said no onion - you get in a routine, it's the lunch hour rush, whatever but to forget to put the meat on? How the hell does that happen? I mean, you remembered the cheese - but not the meat? They even have little pictoral signs up back there showing the employees how to make said burgers!
Needless to say, I headed back to said fast-food joint (I had to because 1. I needed to eat and 2. Because who the hell forgets the meat! and 3. I had to eat a burger - I was mentally prepared for the guilt I'd feel later after I ate it - so I was committed). When I walked in the manager asked if there was a problem. I informed that yes, indeedy there was - that I was holding a salad sandwhich.
The sad part?
He didn't seem surprised.
So instead of enjoying my lunch in the sunshine - I had to scarf it down like a rabid wolf and head back to work.
And it's stuff like this, my friends, that will keep me blogging forever . . . because how can you not share stuff like this with the world?
With that being said, the urge to get out at lunch time is strong - to get away and take my mind off things for an hour (and to get away from the few nuts we have rattling around our department). Particularly today as the sun was shining and it was warmer than it's been in a long while and especially since I know that more icky weather is heading our way this weekend.
I had decided to take myself up to the fast-food joint up the road and have one of their awesome hamburgers. I figured I'd take this burger and head over to the park and enjoy my lunch in the sunshine.
Now this particular establishment prides itself on just how slow their service is; they claim it's because that nothing is made until you place your order - yeah, right. But whatever, for a fast-food place their burgers are good.
I place my order, specifying "no ketchup and no onions." Because yeah, I'm picky like that - plus I like to assume that if I don't order it exactly like it appears on the menu I might get a fresher product - plus I don't like ketchup or onions on my burger. After spending approximately 12 and one half minutes in the drive-thru I receive my bag of cholesterol-raising goodness and head for the park - about five minutes away.
I arrive. Get settled. Crack open the bag. Take out the burger. I'm practically salivating at this point. It's going to be soooo goood! Take a big bite.
WTH?!?!
Not only is there a huge onion on my "burger" they also apparently forgot to put the main ingredient of a hamburger in! There was no burger in my burger.
No, I'm not kidding.
Basically I have a salad sandwhich ... with cheese.
Seriously?? I can see forgetting that I said no onion - you get in a routine, it's the lunch hour rush, whatever but to forget to put the meat on? How the hell does that happen? I mean, you remembered the cheese - but not the meat? They even have little pictoral signs up back there showing the employees how to make said burgers!
Needless to say, I headed back to said fast-food joint (I had to because 1. I needed to eat and 2. Because who the hell forgets the meat! and 3. I had to eat a burger - I was mentally prepared for the guilt I'd feel later after I ate it - so I was committed). When I walked in the manager asked if there was a problem. I informed that yes, indeedy there was - that I was holding a salad sandwhich.
The sad part?
He didn't seem surprised.
So instead of enjoying my lunch in the sunshine - I had to scarf it down like a rabid wolf and head back to work.
And it's stuff like this, my friends, that will keep me blogging forever . . . because how can you not share stuff like this with the world?
February 2, 2010
For My Fellow Readers (and yup, I've forgotten AGAIN!)
Since, apparently, a bunch of you are readers.....(can I tell you - my post about Under the Dome probably had the most comments ever?!) I have decided to tell you about another book I've read.
I have just finished Cane River by Lalita Tademy.
To be truthful - I probably picked this up at Barnes & Noble from the discount table. (cause yeah - I'm cheap that way. Don't judge! I have to be! Because between you and me - my book habit is waaaaayyyy worse than my shoe habit!).
Anyway.
This book was part of the whole Oprah's Book Club thing.
Totally worth it.
It's a historical fiction book (which generally, I'm not too fond of); based on the author's research of her family history. It's a story of four generations of women. The beginning generation being slaves and ending in the difficult early years of the twentieth century.
This woman's style of writing is gripping (okay - really? That doesn't sound like me - but this book is one that you want to come back to - so how else would I describe it?)
It describes the struggle of family of women throughout slavery and beyond; the indignities; etc. What they went through to preserve family. How much family means - what they went through to insure that their children had a better life.
It's an awesome story - so if you get a chance; check it out and let me know what you think.
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Arrrrrgggghhh! Dammit! I've forgotten to put a title AGAIN!!!!!!!!
I have just finished Cane River by Lalita Tademy.
To be truthful - I probably picked this up at Barnes & Noble from the discount table. (cause yeah - I'm cheap that way. Don't judge! I have to be! Because between you and me - my book habit is waaaaayyyy worse than my shoe habit!).
Anyway.
This book was part of the whole Oprah's Book Club thing.
Totally worth it.
It's a historical fiction book (which generally, I'm not too fond of); based on the author's research of her family history. It's a story of four generations of women. The beginning generation being slaves and ending in the difficult early years of the twentieth century.
This woman's style of writing is gripping (okay - really? That doesn't sound like me - but this book is one that you want to come back to - so how else would I describe it?)
It describes the struggle of family of women throughout slavery and beyond; the indignities; etc. What they went through to preserve family. How much family means - what they went through to insure that their children had a better life.
It's an awesome story - so if you get a chance; check it out and let me know what you think.
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Arrrrrgggghhh! Dammit! I've forgotten to put a title AGAIN!!!!!!!!
I've been accosted in my own home!
Okay y'all - just what in the hell are we going to do if when Man-Child goes off to college (and then when he's really, really gone?!).
I came home a little later tonight as I had a hair appointment.
As soon as I walked in Hubby pounced! (NO! Get your minds out of the gutter - I know I share alot but do you really think I'd share that!)
He began to talk to me incessantly. I mean really - NON-STOP! I hadn't even taken my coat off yet.
Why?
Because school is still closed (and will be again tomorrow) - so Man-Child took off to a buddy's house (not that I blame him) for the night.
This means Hubby came home to an empty house - with no one to talk to - until I walked in. Have I mentioned he's uber-social? He likes to be around people. He likes talking, talking and more talking.
I love him, I do! And I do enjoy talking to him - but really?
I'm sitting in front of the computer - typing away. It's obvious that I am busy. Leave me alone!!! Besides, the topics he wants to discuss? We've discussed at least a thousand times (seriously). This isn't new and interesting.
Usually when Man-Child is here - I am pretty much invisible (this is what happens when you are the only female in a testosterone-filled home). I've gotten used to this over the years. It's fine; really. Because I can do whatever I want without being bothered. I can read, blog, obsessively re-organize my closet - whatever. They don't care (as long as they aren't being involved).
So to be accosted in this fashion? Very annoying.
He's finally settled in front of the television - snoring away.
Ahhh - bliss!
But what does this mean for our retirement years????
******
Actually, upon reflection, I'll probably be a much better blogger and commenter - 'cause once he's out in front of the tv - there are absolutely NO interruptions!
I came home a little later tonight as I had a hair appointment.
As soon as I walked in Hubby pounced! (NO! Get your minds out of the gutter - I know I share alot but do you really think I'd share that!)
He began to talk to me incessantly. I mean really - NON-STOP! I hadn't even taken my coat off yet.
Why?
Because school is still closed (and will be again tomorrow) - so Man-Child took off to a buddy's house (not that I blame him) for the night.
This means Hubby came home to an empty house - with no one to talk to - until I walked in. Have I mentioned he's uber-social? He likes to be around people. He likes talking, talking and more talking.
I love him, I do! And I do enjoy talking to him - but really?
I'm sitting in front of the computer - typing away. It's obvious that I am busy. Leave me alone!!! Besides, the topics he wants to discuss? We've discussed at least a thousand times (seriously). This isn't new and interesting.
Usually when Man-Child is here - I am pretty much invisible (this is what happens when you are the only female in a testosterone-filled home). I've gotten used to this over the years. It's fine; really. Because I can do whatever I want without being bothered. I can read, blog, obsessively re-organize my closet - whatever. They don't care (as long as they aren't being involved).
So to be accosted in this fashion? Very annoying.
He's finally settled in front of the television - snoring away.
Ahhh - bliss!
But what does this mean for our retirement years????
******
Actually, upon reflection, I'll probably be a much better blogger and commenter - 'cause once he's out in front of the tv - there are absolutely NO interruptions!
February 1, 2010
This whole anonymity thing.....
Most of us are anonymous. Or at least as anonymous as we can be.
We seek that. We prefer it. This way we can speak freely (most of the time).
But as my dear friend (yes, dear although we've not met in real life - yet!) WildernessChic posted today; she had made a connection - a connection that was broken.
A connection with one who just suddenly seemed to disappear.
While I didn't know this blogger (just recognized her moniker from comments on blogs I may frequent-and most likely would have gotten to know her eventually); I understood WC's distress.
Because if some of those that I've "made that connection" with suddenly disappeared...my heart would be hurt. Deeply. Because I truly value those connections as "true friendship." Because really? We are more open here than we are in real life - and this tells me that those connections? They are real.
Maybe that's just me. Maybe I feel that connection too dear. Maybe I think there is more there than there might be in reality. I know I am this way in real life; so in the ether-world? I'm sure it's the same.
I'd like to think if I suddenly disappeared - some of you would be looking for me and wondering. Because I know that would be the case on this end.
Luckily, this story seems to have a happy ending. WildernessChic's call-out to the blog-o-sphere seems to have worked - she found her friend again.
(that being said - NONE of y'all are allowed to disappear - period. You don't want to be responsible for hurting my heart; do you? Cause you know, I can hold a grudge if I have too.....ok, maybe only just for a little while....)
We seek that. We prefer it. This way we can speak freely (most of the time).
But as my dear friend (yes, dear although we've not met in real life - yet!) WildernessChic posted today; she had made a connection - a connection that was broken.
A connection with one who just suddenly seemed to disappear.
While I didn't know this blogger (just recognized her moniker from comments on blogs I may frequent-and most likely would have gotten to know her eventually); I understood WC's distress.
Because if some of those that I've "made that connection" with suddenly disappeared...my heart would be hurt. Deeply. Because I truly value those connections as "true friendship." Because really? We are more open here than we are in real life - and this tells me that those connections? They are real.
Maybe that's just me. Maybe I feel that connection too dear. Maybe I think there is more there than there might be in reality. I know I am this way in real life; so in the ether-world? I'm sure it's the same.
I'd like to think if I suddenly disappeared - some of you would be looking for me and wondering. Because I know that would be the case on this end.
Luckily, this story seems to have a happy ending. WildernessChic's call-out to the blog-o-sphere seems to have worked - she found her friend again.
(that being said - NONE of y'all are allowed to disappear - period. You don't want to be responsible for hurting my heart; do you? Cause you know, I can hold a grudge if I have too.....ok, maybe only just for a little while....)
A Facebook Rant; a Mea Culpa; and more snow ranting; basically nothing new.
Facebook people. DO NOT PUSH YOUR "BUSINESS" (i.e., Pampered Chef and the like). I already don't care for Facebook that much - what with all the So-n-So asked you to help gather her eggs from her farm - and guess what? I don't have a farm, I don't need a farm and I don't want a farm. And to top it off? I haven't talked to you in 15 years so why in God's name do I need to help you tend to your farm?? It's not my game - it's yours. You play it (sorry to all my Facebook fiends lovers out there) and leave me out of it. But I digress....
Facebook is definitely, without a doubt, NOT the place to push your "stuff." It's a "social network." It's kind of like being invited to a dinner party, realizing you haven't met Mrs. Such-n-Such and deciding to take over the entire dinner conversation by telling her how wonderful your products are. Stop it. It's tacky and rude. The only reason I'm on there is to keep tabs on my son. Period. I don't need to be assaulted with your pushy sales tactics.
Now with that being ranted about....anyone have any ideas on how I can somehow let her know this without completely alienating her? It's for her own good - really!
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Awards? My bad. Big time. I know there some out there that someone has bestowed upon me (this niggling suspicion was aroused upon reading a post from Chic Mama.). I do appreciate the sweet thoughts and intentions (and why am I really thinking that Liz was one of my benefactors?). But between Christmas, the death of my beautiful computer, the loss of my template and any of the many other rantings that I'm sure I've engaged in here - it has totally slipped my mind. I am a bad blogg-y friend. And I am sorry. If you honored me - and I didn't post it; mention it, pass it on - I'm sooooo sorry. I appreciate the love; I really do. But I get distracted easily. In the future I promise to make notes (maybe - if something shiny and stiletto-y doesn't distract me....)
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This snow-thing? Am sooooo over it. Cause really?? This is not what I signed up for when I agreed to move. I informed Hubby that if this keeps up - we are moving.
Guess what the forecast for this weekend is? Yup, you guessed it - more freakin' snow!!!!! In the entire time I've been here (about 11 years now) it has never snowed this much in one season!
As it is, our local government saw fit to not do a damn thing about the roads after the blizzard (7 whole inches - and yeah that really is a big deal here) this weekend. Nothing was done until today. Why? Because, and this is just my opinion, there was a HUGE event planned for downtown today and they needed to deal with the snow there. Seriously - not only did they remove the snow downtown - but they "dried" the streets! Hmmm....curious isn't it - downtown; no snow & dried streets - outlying areas (and I don't mean the rural areas either); covered in snow, slush & ice.......
I can't tell you about the HUGE event because that would give away exactly where I live - and that would give Hubby nightmares - because, as I've told you before - he is absolutely convinced you are all stalkers waiting to kill us in our sleep. ::sigh:: He doesn't know you the way I know you.
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I know there was something else I had planned on sharing with you. But - it has totally left my mind (hmmm, maybe because Hubby is insisting on talking to me even though it is quite obvious that I am busy here?!). I really need to start writing these things down.....or maybe not. Seems most of my posts ramble on for quite a bit....if I could remember what I actually wanted to say - then all bets would be off.......
Facebook is definitely, without a doubt, NOT the place to push your "stuff." It's a "social network." It's kind of like being invited to a dinner party, realizing you haven't met Mrs. Such-n-Such and deciding to take over the entire dinner conversation by telling her how wonderful your products are. Stop it. It's tacky and rude. The only reason I'm on there is to keep tabs on my son. Period. I don't need to be assaulted with your pushy sales tactics.
Now with that being ranted about....anyone have any ideas on how I can somehow let her know this without completely alienating her? It's for her own good - really!
*******
Awards? My bad. Big time. I know there some out there that someone has bestowed upon me (this niggling suspicion was aroused upon reading a post from Chic Mama.). I do appreciate the sweet thoughts and intentions (and why am I really thinking that Liz was one of my benefactors?). But between Christmas, the death of my beautiful computer, the loss of my template and any of the many other rantings that I'm sure I've engaged in here - it has totally slipped my mind. I am a bad blogg-y friend. And I am sorry. If you honored me - and I didn't post it; mention it, pass it on - I'm sooooo sorry. I appreciate the love; I really do. But I get distracted easily. In the future I promise to make notes (maybe - if something shiny and stiletto-y doesn't distract me....)
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This snow-thing? Am sooooo over it. Cause really?? This is not what I signed up for when I agreed to move. I informed Hubby that if this keeps up - we are moving.
Guess what the forecast for this weekend is? Yup, you guessed it - more freakin' snow!!!!! In the entire time I've been here (about 11 years now) it has never snowed this much in one season!
As it is, our local government saw fit to not do a damn thing about the roads after the blizzard (7 whole inches - and yeah that really is a big deal here) this weekend. Nothing was done until today. Why? Because, and this is just my opinion, there was a HUGE event planned for downtown today and they needed to deal with the snow there. Seriously - not only did they remove the snow downtown - but they "dried" the streets! Hmmm....curious isn't it - downtown; no snow & dried streets - outlying areas (and I don't mean the rural areas either); covered in snow, slush & ice.......
I can't tell you about the HUGE event because that would give away exactly where I live - and that would give Hubby nightmares - because, as I've told you before - he is absolutely convinced you are all stalkers waiting to kill us in our sleep. ::sigh:: He doesn't know you the way I know you.
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I know there was something else I had planned on sharing with you. But - it has totally left my mind (hmmm, maybe because Hubby is insisting on talking to me even though it is quite obvious that I am busy here?!). I really need to start writing these things down.....or maybe not. Seems most of my posts ramble on for quite a bit....if I could remember what I actually wanted to say - then all bets would be off.......
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