Everyone Welcome

Wow. I wasn't aware it has been almost a year since I've posted. That's not very nice. I'll try harder. Today I wanted to comment on a sign I pass everyday that I drive through my township. There is a new church in the neighborhood that has a lovely little sign proclaiming that "Everyone is Welcome." If that were only the truth. I researched this cute little church from its website and discovered that everyone is NOT welcome. Hmmm. Wonder how that works in their monthly or weekly board meetings. "Let's open our doors to worship our Lord and Saviour but ONLY allow certain people in here with us." Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's how Jesus wants us to behave. I wish I could take a Sharpie to that lovely little sign.

Decision making is one of the tough things in life. But isn't it a great feeling when you make one that you know is right. Feels like a walk off homer in the bottom of the ninth combined with the winning shot at the buzzer. You not only know it in your brain but you can feel it in your heart. I recently made one of those decisions and as the process was taking place my head really did feel like a light bulb came on. In a matter of a few hours I knew what to do and was 100% sure it was correct. I love that feeling. And I bet God is up there saying, "Duh...took you long enough."

Check out this sentence...."I lost the first six of the first ten of the ten tens I have to lose." LOL. I love words.

I want to lose 100 lbs. but that big number shares the $hit out of me so I'm just planning to lose ten pounds.....ten times. I actually got the idea from a cookie story regarding my dear departed daddy. He had a cookie jar that my mom dutifully kept full for him. One day my youngest child helped herself to this cookie jar and when my mom noticed that there were only a few cookies left she asked this lovely, angelic child how many cookies she had eaten. Her reply...ever so sweetly was...

"I only had a couple. (pause) A couple times."

;) Thank you, Rach, for the idea. Let's hope it works. :)

Pet peeves

First of all....why are these tidbits of irritation called "pet" peeves? Pets are a source of joy in my house...not irritation. I'll have to do some research on the origin of "pet peeves." But that is not why I'm blogging today. I'm irritated and need to vent. You see, I don't mind helping out when people need assistance but I ABSOLUTELY HATE when you spend time explaining something then they don't follow up on your instructions but ask the very same question to someone else. Why did you waste my time asking me? Why do you think you're going to get a better answer somewhere else? If I hadn't known the answer I'd have told you that. Since I spent some good quality time talking you through the situation, obviously I knew what I was talking about. Aarrgghh. Now the next time you ask me a question I am going to feign stupidity and not answer you. This makes me look like a bitch, and inside I should feel guilty, but I don't. Sorry.

Musical memories

They say that smell is the strongest memory invoking agent that we have. I don't know who these "they" people are but I disagree. Music is the trigger for me that takes me right back to where the memory took place. There are a whole group of songs that my teenage friends and I affectionately refer to as "camp songs." I grew up spending summers at a local campground and these were the tunes of the day. I can't hear the Backstreet Boys without thinking about the two concerts I took my youngest daughters to along with the CD's we played out on road trips to their brother's east coast college football games. There are particular songs, such as Rockin' Robin, that have me cheering for my oldest daughter's gymnastic floor routines of fifteen years ago. Today I heard one of my all-time favorite Styx songs.....Come Sail Away...and was right back at their concert on Jones Beach, Long Island. Concert tickets from my son and his fiancee' as a graduation present for their old mother who finally...after ten years...graduated from college. A weekend in New York with the concert as Friday night entertainment. I remember how much fun that night was...and all the joy came rushing back tonight on the way home from work. That's a nice trick. Thank you, memory.

Elevator creeps

I work on the fourth floor of a building. I enter from the parking lot on the first floor level. Nine days out of ten I have to push the up button to call the elevator. That other one day gives me the creeps. As soon as I enter the building through the glass doors the elevator doors swing open and the bell rings to signal its arrival. I step in and push the 4 button even though I feel like this particular day it will be taking me elsewhere. Who sent that elevator down to welcome me as I arrived? It gives me the willies. I almost want to step back out and wait for the next one to arrive AFTER I push the up button. Stop helping me creepy elevator spirits. I'd rather take care of that morning action myself. I don't want or need an escort up to wherever you are planning to take me. My office is scary enough, thank you.

big peckers

Well this past Friday I was reminded of an important concept of the hierarchy of the world that I had forgotten. You see there was an open position in my department at work and out of three candidates for the position one was truly the most qualified. She, however, had had an unpleasant exchange with the hiring manager in the past and was worried it would affect her. Silly me...I tried to convince the candidate that this hiring manager was much too ethical and intelligent to let personal feelings cloud her judgement. Boy was I wrong! The decision was made to offer the position to one of the other candidates despite them being severely under-qualifed. I was reminded that the boss has the biggest pecker no matter what and she will use it any old which way she wants.