I am so happy to have had lovely warm weather lately. We have a few more projects to get done on the outside of the Haven before snow really comes to stay long-term.
I've enjoyed not having to mow the grass a ton the past few week. Nice break!! That first frost we had was "yuck". I miss the tomatoes in my garden, but I'll appreciate next year's batch that much more when they ripen, I suppose.
I really don't like winter at all. I could happily live in the tropics for the rest of my life. Moving is a nightmare though so I'd rather stay here and brave the snow. Someday when we win the lottery we can get a second home where its warm. That way I can move down there... but not have to really move. Convenient, huh?
I miss you, summer!
Monday, October 27, 2008
The Name of the Week
One of my current projects here at the Care Center is to go through every past employee's file and organize them into the lovely new file cabinets that I had put into my office. Although a rather tedious task, this will mark the first attempts EVER by the care center to organize the past employee files. YAY ME!!
It's interesting to read through old files. Old, long-forgotten dramas return to life as I read through them. Entertainment at its finest. Amusing, really, that we are still dealing with the same kind of shit! *ahem* Some things never change.
Anyhow, the inspiration for my blogging is a last name that a former employee has. As a child I always imagined that, when married, I'd have a lovely new last name and it would be so romantic... blah blah blah... In reality, my married name is rather humorous. Nice, short, commonly used in every day English. I am sure many Americans use my last name in their conversations on a daily basis. I really like my name. But there was always a list of last names that I told myself I COULDN'T take, if ever my future love had them. Examples: "Butts". "Dick". Last names that make you giggle because of the gross connotations. My grandmother's first married name was "Pead". Seems safe enough except for the afternoon her neighbors were organizing a church dinner. They were handing out the food assignments and said "Eva Pead, a jello salad." HA! Thank goodness my father is the descendant of the second husband! Oh, and my mother's maiden name is "Blow". Couldn't do that one either. I've got a new one to add to the list. HOW could anyone keep this name?
Growcock.
Yikes! I could not, in good conscience, pass this name on to one of my children. EVER. Thank goodness, for more than one reason, I don't have to.
It's interesting to read through old files. Old, long-forgotten dramas return to life as I read through them. Entertainment at its finest. Amusing, really, that we are still dealing with the same kind of shit! *ahem* Some things never change.
Anyhow, the inspiration for my blogging is a last name that a former employee has. As a child I always imagined that, when married, I'd have a lovely new last name and it would be so romantic... blah blah blah... In reality, my married name is rather humorous. Nice, short, commonly used in every day English. I am sure many Americans use my last name in their conversations on a daily basis. I really like my name. But there was always a list of last names that I told myself I COULDN'T take, if ever my future love had them. Examples: "Butts". "Dick". Last names that make you giggle because of the gross connotations. My grandmother's first married name was "Pead". Seems safe enough except for the afternoon her neighbors were organizing a church dinner. They were handing out the food assignments and said "Eva Pead, a jello salad." HA! Thank goodness my father is the descendant of the second husband! Oh, and my mother's maiden name is "Blow". Couldn't do that one either. I've got a new one to add to the list. HOW could anyone keep this name?
Growcock.
Yikes! I could not, in good conscience, pass this name on to one of my children. EVER. Thank goodness, for more than one reason, I don't have to.
Scary
The rumors surrounding our Swing Shift here at the Care Center are scary. I won't share them here, since I have decided to try to distance myself from the drama, but believe me, its BAD!!
I hope things are either exaggerated, completely false, or at the very least, don't get the facility shut down.
I need my job!
Where is an obscure, rich relative with you as a soul beneficiary when you need one?
I hope things are either exaggerated, completely false, or at the very least, don't get the facility shut down.
I need my job!
Where is an obscure, rich relative with you as a soul beneficiary when you need one?
Yahoo Hot Jobs
If you are looking for employment, I don't recommend Yahoo's job search.
"Why?", you ask?
Because they rip their adds off of the newspapers, usually a week late, and by the time you see the jobs posted there, they are probably filled. We hired our maintenance assistance long ago and they have now posted our listing and the phone is ringing off the hook.
Thanks, Yahoo!
Ms.B
"Why?", you ask?
Because they rip their adds off of the newspapers, usually a week late, and by the time you see the jobs posted there, they are probably filled. We hired our maintenance assistance long ago and they have now posted our listing and the phone is ringing off the hook.
Thanks, Yahoo!
Ms.B
Friday, October 24, 2008
Quote of the Day
As shared by Dr.G in Behavior Team Meeting:
"I've upped my attitude, now up yours!"
Ms.B
"I've upped my attitude, now up yours!"
Ms.B
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Me is old
Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me!
Happy Birthday dear meeeeee,
Happy Birthday to me!
*bows*
Ms.B
Happy Birthday dear meeeeee,
Happy Birthday to me!
*bows*
Ms.B
Friday, September 26, 2008
Learning as I go
I made the comment to two people. Only two. Two that I trusted. But today, when I spoke to my boss he repeated my comment back to me. I'm not ashamed of what I said. I stand by it, even. And I'm not in trouble for saying it.
But I had said it in confidence to those people. Secret.
And now I've learned my lesson.
As Forrest Gump said, "That's all I got to say about that."
But I had said it in confidence to those people. Secret.
And now I've learned my lesson.
As Forrest Gump said, "That's all I got to say about that."
Pretty Haven
Tomorrow DH and I are going to pick up the package of flower bulbs that I ordered for our front flowerbed. It will be a real pain in the neck to plant them but we look forward to spring & all the pretty blooms.
Things I see
Shoes. A lot of shoes on the side of the road lately. Especially on the entrance ramps to the freeways. How do those shoes get there, anyway? Are folks driving around with their feet hanging out the window?
Bicycles. Lots of people are riding their bikes now, most likely since gas is so expensive. I respect that. I'd ride my bike to work as well if I wasn't 30 minutes away by car. However, I dislike it when a cyclist thinks they are a car and tries to merge and make large turns in traffic. One of these days I'll end up mowing one of those idiots over with my SUV. Or maybe I'll just pull off my shoe and throw it at them.
Hrm...
Ms.B
Bicycles. Lots of people are riding their bikes now, most likely since gas is so expensive. I respect that. I'd ride my bike to work as well if I wasn't 30 minutes away by car. However, I dislike it when a cyclist thinks they are a car and tries to merge and make large turns in traffic. One of these days I'll end up mowing one of those idiots over with my SUV. Or maybe I'll just pull off my shoe and throw it at them.
Hrm...
Ms.B
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Sunday Adventure?
I heard it faintly in the distance... *DING DONG* At first I thought the sound was from my TV... or my computer. But I couldn't see anything on either screen that would match a bell. *DING DONG* ~BANG BANG BANG BANG!~
It finally dawned on me that someone was at my front door. I contemplated ignoring the door since I was in my undies. But as I peeked through the living room through the front window, I realized there were cops outside of my house. Then, in the distance, I could hear a loud sound. A sound that was a lot like a car horn.
HOOOOOOooooOOOoOoooOoooNK
I ran downstairs, threw on clothes, screamed at DH about there being cops at the door and ran out front. I expected there to be an accident near-by. Or someone in a neighboring yard possibly having someone try to steal their car. I wasn't going to be a very good witness. And I was mad that something like that would happen in my neighborhood since I feel so safe here.
But oh nonono... it was MY car. NO one tried to steal it. NO one crashed into it. The horn was just going off... and off... on... and on...
HOOOOOOooooOOOoOoooOoooNK
Apparently it had been honking for a good twenty minutes and after numerous neighbors tried to ring the doorbell (which neither DH or myself heard) they finally called the cops.
How.... EMBARRASSING!
To make matter worse, the two cop cars sat in front of our house for a good half hour after the horn was silenced, as the officers chit chatted while the neighbors stared. We apologized to the folks that were outside and we've removed the fuse to the horn in the car (which, inconveniently enough, needs to be emission inspected tomorrow so we'll have to put the fuse back in!) and are now trying to recover from the shame.
Stupid car!
Ms.B
It finally dawned on me that someone was at my front door. I contemplated ignoring the door since I was in my undies. But as I peeked through the living room through the front window, I realized there were cops outside of my house. Then, in the distance, I could hear a loud sound. A sound that was a lot like a car horn.
HOOOOOOooooOOOoOoooOoooNK
I ran downstairs, threw on clothes, screamed at DH about there being cops at the door and ran out front. I expected there to be an accident near-by. Or someone in a neighboring yard possibly having someone try to steal their car. I wasn't going to be a very good witness. And I was mad that something like that would happen in my neighborhood since I feel so safe here.
But oh nonono... it was MY car. NO one tried to steal it. NO one crashed into it. The horn was just going off... and off... on... and on...
HOOOOOOooooOOOoOoooOoooNK
Apparently it had been honking for a good twenty minutes and after numerous neighbors tried to ring the doorbell (which neither DH or myself heard) they finally called the cops.
How.... EMBARRASSING!
To make matter worse, the two cop cars sat in front of our house for a good half hour after the horn was silenced, as the officers chit chatted while the neighbors stared. We apologized to the folks that were outside and we've removed the fuse to the horn in the car (which, inconveniently enough, needs to be emission inspected tomorrow so we'll have to put the fuse back in!) and are now trying to recover from the shame.
Stupid car!
Ms.B
Friday, September 19, 2008
That was fun... so I'll share one more today...
Our tiny kitchen got a top to bottom paint job, new hardware & some tile work.
Again, click the tiny pic to see more detail. Wait? My new faucet isn't in this pic! I need an updated "after" picture! Doh!
I look forward to sharing the pictures of the living room. They are good-time fun!! Especially if porcelain dolls either excite or horrify you!
Some might say we are minimalists...
If DH and I have been married for three years, and have lived in the Haven for two.
Two years! And still we are finishing unpacking a few rooms. Oops! :)
We've had a lot of time to put our touch on the style of our home though and that's the most exciting part about owning instead of renting. Being HGTV fans, we aren't afraid of a little color. We are, however, selective about what those colors are.
I present, for approval, the "Before" and "After" photos of our Guest Room. It was the actual master bedroom of the old owners but we use a large family room downstairs as our bedroom instead. Oh, the perks of not having children! (Hey, I found one! A perk. Not a child. That would be illegal.)
Feel free to click the picture for a larger view. We were very proud of ourselves for making that mural go away. Whoever spent hours getting it on to the wall would cry if they viewed these photos, I'm sure.
Ms.B
Two years! And still we are finishing unpacking a few rooms. Oops! :)
We've had a lot of time to put our touch on the style of our home though and that's the most exciting part about owning instead of renting. Being HGTV fans, we aren't afraid of a little color. We are, however, selective about what those colors are.
I present, for approval, the "Before" and "After" photos of our Guest Room. It was the actual master bedroom of the old owners but we use a large family room downstairs as our bedroom instead. Oh, the perks of not having children! (Hey, I found one! A perk. Not a child. That would be illegal.)
Feel free to click the picture for a larger view. We were very proud of ourselves for making that mural go away. Whoever spent hours getting it on to the wall would cry if they viewed these photos, I'm sure.
Ms.B
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