Dear Orange Cat living in the box on my porch,
I'm so sorry for scaring you so badly this morning -- I just wanted to pick up the bag of trash off the porch for the Monday pickup. BTW -- thanks for not tearing into it.
If it wouldn't be too much trouble -- could you avoid having a litter of kittens?
Sincerely,
Gina
Monday, February 1, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
A Musing
I've often said that people don't change
we are who we are -- and once we reach a certain age it's very dificult to change.
and yet -- I've seen someone kick a habit of a lifetime -- another person take very harsh feedback and turn herself around and another open himself up to risk.
Some of these changes might be fleeting
there may be backsliding or a full reversal.
But it's good to see that people can change themselves
if they want to
if they really really want to
we are who we are -- and once we reach a certain age it's very dificult to change.
and yet -- I've seen someone kick a habit of a lifetime -- another person take very harsh feedback and turn herself around and another open himself up to risk.
Some of these changes might be fleeting
there may be backsliding or a full reversal.
But it's good to see that people can change themselves
if they want to
if they really really want to
Saturday, January 23, 2010
My oubliette
So I'm going to sound like a show-off -- I wouldn't know what an oubliette is if it weren't for a wonderful little movie with David Bowie and Jennifer Connally called Labrynth.
An oubliette is a dungeon cell accessible only through a trap door in the ceiling. It's where you put things you want to forget.
Since I moved in -- my oubliette has been the 2nd bedroom. Wading through it is a little bit like that game I played with my brother where we have to navigate around the living room by climbing on the furniture -- if your foot touched the carpet it was burned off by lava.
oh
you didn't play that game?
that game's weird?
Look -- it snowed ALOT in Colorado -- we had to make up some weird games or end up like Alfred E. Packard -- or worse -- his travel companions.
Anyway.
When I moved in I told the movers to put all the boxes in the 2nd bedroom -- with the thought that I would pull the boxes out and unpack each one instead of having to trip over boxes for days and days.
A brilliant plan if I do say so myself.
Except that in reality -- I would just venture in to rummage through a box -- find something -- say -- the waffle iron -- leave a pile of crap on the floor and leave.
out of sight out of mind.
Then I started storing the empty boxes there.
and the packing materials
and the holiday decorations
Today -- I finally decided it was time to get the guest bed and found one on Craigs list.
I'm embarrassed to say that it only took about an hour to clear up most of the boxes -- although there is much left to do.
I'm sleeping in my guest bed -- and I don't have to be a contortionist to wade through to get to it.
Ladies and Gentlemen -- the oubliette is closed -- you don't have to go home -- but you can't stay here!
An oubliette is a dungeon cell accessible only through a trap door in the ceiling. It's where you put things you want to forget.
Since I moved in -- my oubliette has been the 2nd bedroom. Wading through it is a little bit like that game I played with my brother where we have to navigate around the living room by climbing on the furniture -- if your foot touched the carpet it was burned off by lava.
oh
you didn't play that game?
that game's weird?
Look -- it snowed ALOT in Colorado -- we had to make up some weird games or end up like Alfred E. Packard -- or worse -- his travel companions.
Anyway.
When I moved in I told the movers to put all the boxes in the 2nd bedroom -- with the thought that I would pull the boxes out and unpack each one instead of having to trip over boxes for days and days.
A brilliant plan if I do say so myself.
Except that in reality -- I would just venture in to rummage through a box -- find something -- say -- the waffle iron -- leave a pile of crap on the floor and leave.
out of sight out of mind.
Then I started storing the empty boxes there.
and the packing materials
and the holiday decorations
Today -- I finally decided it was time to get the guest bed and found one on Craigs list.
I'm embarrassed to say that it only took about an hour to clear up most of the boxes -- although there is much left to do.
I'm sleeping in my guest bed -- and I don't have to be a contortionist to wade through to get to it.
Ladies and Gentlemen -- the oubliette is closed -- you don't have to go home -- but you can't stay here!
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Take a chill pill!
People are very testy today
I've had 3 people come in to complain that 3 other people lied about them or to them and someone accuse people of stealing.
breathe people
it's a short week
not everyone is out to get you.
well -- some of them may be out to get you
Happy New Year, Ya'll.
I've had 3 people come in to complain that 3 other people lied about them or to them and someone accuse people of stealing.
breathe people
it's a short week
not everyone is out to get you.
well -- some of them may be out to get you
Happy New Year, Ya'll.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
One black tennis shoe
Did you think it was funny to hide from me today while your mate sat next to the brown tennis shoe?
Sunday, December 20, 2009
You've been elfed -- well Elf-You!
Last week I was at a meeting of all our HR Managers -- one of them (who I suspect reads this blog as I've seen that someone from her location has visited my site -- I'm like Santa -- I know all!) -- was talking about "you've been elfed"
Aparently one of your neighbors puts together a bag of treats and gives it to 2 neighbors (ding-dong-ditch method) with a note saying "you've been elfed" and challenging them to spread the christmas cheer by elfing 2 other neighbors.....you're supposed to then hang a I've been elfed sign in your window so you don't get re-elfed.
My reaction?
"I would be pissed!" -- "who wants another chore to do at Christmas time!" --
All of them made fun of me.
This week -- I got elfed -- by one of the HR Managers -- (and yes -- I was a little pissed)
Yesterday I went out and put together 2 cute bags -- a holiday hot pad, a box of candy and some artificial flowers.
Today -- I see that I got elfed back. With my own bag.
They basically just put it in front of my door.
Bastards.
Aparently one of your neighbors puts together a bag of treats and gives it to 2 neighbors (ding-dong-ditch method) with a note saying "you've been elfed" and challenging them to spread the christmas cheer by elfing 2 other neighbors.....you're supposed to then hang a I've been elfed sign in your window so you don't get re-elfed.
My reaction?
"I would be pissed!" -- "who wants another chore to do at Christmas time!" --
All of them made fun of me.
This week -- I got elfed -- by one of the HR Managers -- (and yes -- I was a little pissed)
Yesterday I went out and put together 2 cute bags -- a holiday hot pad, a box of candy and some artificial flowers.
Today -- I see that I got elfed back. With my own bag.
They basically just put it in front of my door.
Bastards.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Project List
I'm developing my project plan for a huge project I'm captaining for 2010.
The thought behind this process is that by breaking it into tiny pieces any task can be done (You know -- "How do you eat an elephant?" -- "One bite at a time")
As I break this down into it's tiny little pieces and the list grows longer and longer.....It's making the elephant look larger.
Pass the Tums -- this elephant is going to be difficult to digest.
The thought behind this process is that by breaking it into tiny pieces any task can be done (You know -- "How do you eat an elephant?" -- "One bite at a time")
As I break this down into it's tiny little pieces and the list grows longer and longer.....It's making the elephant look larger.
Pass the Tums -- this elephant is going to be difficult to digest.
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