So...do you remember the post about the critter? The relatives have moved in.
Papa Bear pulled up the boards the other day and washed away the nest that was being built. I've heard the scritch-scratching in earnest the last couple of days. *sigh* I wouldn't mind if it was the chipmunk family taking up residence. They are cute. This family has got.to.go.
I do believe I will be heading to the store tomorrow for some special treats.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Power Suit Guy
New job is in a fancy office building in the Big City. This particular floor is called a "business center". Each individual office is rented out by different businesses. Down the hall from my corner is a computer software start-up company. Around the corner is Foster Care/Group Home Administration office. Down that corridor is a CPA and down another hall is an acupuncturist. I don't know all of the people who have offices on the floor but over the past few months I've gotten to know a few different people and definitely recognize faces.
There is one guy who has been pretty standoff-ish since we moved into the building. He is always in a power suit, always walking as if late for a very important date and always, ALWAYS has his phone in hand. Power Suit Guy roams the halls talking on that phone. I've decided he doesn't trust the other two people in his office and so he takes his very secretive, very important phone in the halls of the office building. Clearly, no one can overhear your conversation if you are roaming the halls, right? That may be true if Power Suit Guy didn't persist in standing right outside the door to the women's restroom.
Yep, you read that right. I thought it was just a one time thing. I headed to the restroom and there he was, standing right outside the door on a very important business call. I kind of shook my head and proceeded to enter. He was still there when I exited. A day or so later, I rounded the corner and there he was again. Not right outside the door this time, but definitely next to the women's restroom door. I think this time we made eye contact, but I am not a human being worthy of his attention and he looked right through me. One of those guys.
In the last few months I've come to the conclusion that he has decided that the women's restroom hallway is the furthest distance from his office he can get, is away from office doors so his conversation really is private (dream, dream, dream) and so he parks himself, propped up against a wall, outside the women's restroom door. Propping himself up outside the men's restroom door would be too close to his office, so that clearly would be a bad idea. The women's restroom door is farther away and thus safer...except it kind of is a little creepy and I find it really ridiculous. One day soon I'm going to round that corner, look at him and burst out laughing hysterically. I already don't count in his world, so what does it matter if he thinks I'm crazy, right?
Yesterday after encountering him two times outside the women's restroom, I had to post something on Facebook. One friend suggested I post a note on the door. I came up with "Cell phone free zone, 10 feet in either direction of this door...that means you Power Suit Guy". J-girl came up with another "Talk on your phone by the women's restroom, I write about you on my blog".
Done. :)
There is one guy who has been pretty standoff-ish since we moved into the building. He is always in a power suit, always walking as if late for a very important date and always, ALWAYS has his phone in hand. Power Suit Guy roams the halls talking on that phone. I've decided he doesn't trust the other two people in his office and so he takes his very secretive, very important phone in the halls of the office building. Clearly, no one can overhear your conversation if you are roaming the halls, right? That may be true if Power Suit Guy didn't persist in standing right outside the door to the women's restroom.
Yep, you read that right. I thought it was just a one time thing. I headed to the restroom and there he was, standing right outside the door on a very important business call. I kind of shook my head and proceeded to enter. He was still there when I exited. A day or so later, I rounded the corner and there he was again. Not right outside the door this time, but definitely next to the women's restroom door. I think this time we made eye contact, but I am not a human being worthy of his attention and he looked right through me. One of those guys.
In the last few months I've come to the conclusion that he has decided that the women's restroom hallway is the furthest distance from his office he can get, is away from office doors so his conversation really is private (dream, dream, dream) and so he parks himself, propped up against a wall, outside the women's restroom door. Propping himself up outside the men's restroom door would be too close to his office, so that clearly would be a bad idea. The women's restroom door is farther away and thus safer...except it kind of is a little creepy and I find it really ridiculous. One day soon I'm going to round that corner, look at him and burst out laughing hysterically. I already don't count in his world, so what does it matter if he thinks I'm crazy, right?
Yesterday after encountering him two times outside the women's restroom, I had to post something on Facebook. One friend suggested I post a note on the door. I came up with "Cell phone free zone, 10 feet in either direction of this door...that means you Power Suit Guy". J-girl came up with another "Talk on your phone by the women's restroom, I write about you on my blog".
Done. :)
Monday, June 11, 2012
Ugh
11pm and I should be in bed. Except tonight was Bachelorette Night at Fabulous Friend Debbie's house. I still can't believe I am watching this show, but now I can't miss it! Who will Emily choose? How many times will we yell at the TV for the dumb things the guys say? Why can't she see through these dudes?! I am so ashamed...
Anyway, as I was leaving Indy the German Shepherd raced out the door ahead of me (with permission), raced down the street and was barking ferociously at something. Both cats came running to the door, so it wasn't the cats. It didn't take long before we knew what Indy was barking at. Polecats, as my Grandpa O used to call them. How did we know? We smelled them. Of course tonight because it was 100 degrees outside and a beautiful night, I drove the race car with the top down and open to the world. My car was closest to the polecat encounter and it smelled really, really bad. I came home and immediately threw everything I was wearing into the washing machine because I can't get that smell out of my nose and who wants to chance the smell is actually on my clothes?
So it's 11pm and I'm doing laundry, express wash. Hopefully I'll get to sleep sometime before I have to get up to go to work tomorrow. Eh, who needs sleep anyway?
If you haven't figured out what a polecat is, here's a hint...
Anyway, as I was leaving Indy the German Shepherd raced out the door ahead of me (with permission), raced down the street and was barking ferociously at something. Both cats came running to the door, so it wasn't the cats. It didn't take long before we knew what Indy was barking at. Polecats, as my Grandpa O used to call them. How did we know? We smelled them. Of course tonight because it was 100 degrees outside and a beautiful night, I drove the race car with the top down and open to the world. My car was closest to the polecat encounter and it smelled really, really bad. I came home and immediately threw everything I was wearing into the washing machine because I can't get that smell out of my nose and who wants to chance the smell is actually on my clothes?
So it's 11pm and I'm doing laundry, express wash. Hopefully I'll get to sleep sometime before I have to get up to go to work tomorrow. Eh, who needs sleep anyway?
If you haven't figured out what a polecat is, here's a hint...
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Imposter
Creative Guy and Adventure Boy are hanging out with me tonight. I picked them up on my way home for work. I hadn't gotten out of the car yet and Adventure Boy was asking me to come help them with whatever thing they were doing. Eventually, after much confusion and talking and "come, look" moments, I rounded them up and headed for the car. We were almost there when Adventure Boy looked at me and said "why are you wearing those girl clothes?". Well, I am a girl...but I get the point. He's used to the jeans and t-shirt Brittany. The dressed down Brittany. Not office girl. I'm not used to her either.
The other day I was thinking I was looking good, had it altogether, looked down and realized that my shoes were falling apart. Bought new ones and they looked like granny shoes...granny shoes my granny wouldn't even wear. Bought a replacement pair and they look awesome in jeans (haven't tried them in work clothes) and make me 6 ft tall. Literally. I put an outfit together another morning, turned around to get the rear view and quickly decided a longer shirt was in order. I.can't.win. On the upside, the Office Coordinator for the building I work in told me how much she liked the sweaters I wear. Tiny win. And my hair hasn't been completely awful, well, after I went to my favorite hairstylist ever and said "Wash the gray out." I am owning being my Grandma O's granddaughter. I don't care if my hair is a different color each time you see me, just as long as it isn't completely gray yet. Can't go there.
I feel like an imposter most days, which just further solidifies that while I'm doing what I'm doing for the moment, it's just not the right thing. I'm not unhappy, just not settled. Still wondering what God is up to.
The other day I was thinking I was looking good, had it altogether, looked down and realized that my shoes were falling apart. Bought new ones and they looked like granny shoes...granny shoes my granny wouldn't even wear. Bought a replacement pair and they look awesome in jeans (haven't tried them in work clothes) and make me 6 ft tall. Literally. I put an outfit together another morning, turned around to get the rear view and quickly decided a longer shirt was in order. I.can't.win. On the upside, the Office Coordinator for the building I work in told me how much she liked the sweaters I wear. Tiny win. And my hair hasn't been completely awful, well, after I went to my favorite hairstylist ever and said "Wash the gray out." I am owning being my Grandma O's granddaughter. I don't care if my hair is a different color each time you see me, just as long as it isn't completely gray yet. Can't go there.
I feel like an imposter most days, which just further solidifies that while I'm doing what I'm doing for the moment, it's just not the right thing. I'm not unhappy, just not settled. Still wondering what God is up to.
Saturday, June 2, 2012
ANYWAY...
(From Mikey's Funnies...though it's not a "funny")
ANYWAY...
People are often unreasonable,
illogical and self-centered;
Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind,
People may accuse you
of selfish, ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.
If you are successful,
you will win some false friends and
some true enemies;
Succeed anyway. People may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway.
What you spend years building,
someone could destroy overnight.
Build anyway
If you find serenity and happiness,
they may be jealous.
Be happy anyway.
The good you do today,
people will often forget tomorrow.
Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have,
and it may never be enough.
Give the world the best you've got anyway.
You see, in the final analysis.
it is between you and God;
It is never between you and them anyway.
ANYWAY...
People are often unreasonable,
illogical and self-centered;
Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind,
People may accuse you
of selfish, ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.
If you are successful,
you will win some false friends and
some true enemies;
Succeed anyway. People may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway.
What you spend years building,
someone could destroy overnight.
Build anyway
If you find serenity and happiness,
they may be jealous.
Be happy anyway.
The good you do today,
people will often forget tomorrow.
Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have,
and it may never be enough.
Give the world the best you've got anyway.
You see, in the final analysis.
it is between you and God;
It is never between you and them anyway.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
I AM
God has a tendency to speak to me through music. This morning, as I deal with the mental tapes running through my head, feeding my fears of so much, it is not a mere coincidence this song begins to play...and drags me back to those first months when I was beginning a new job. Excited, scared and unsure of my footing. 12 years later...here I am again.
I Am-- by Jill Phillips
Oh gently lay your head
Upon my chest
And I will comfort you
Like a mother while you rest
The tide can change so fast,
But I will stay
The same through the past,
The same in future, same today
Upon my chest
And I will comfort you
Like a mother while you rest
The tide can change so fast,
But I will stay
The same through the past,
The same in future, same today
I am constant; I am near
I am peace that shatters all your secret fears
I am holy; I am wise
I'm the only one who knows your heart's desires
Your heart's desires
I am peace that shatters all your secret fears
I am holy; I am wise
I'm the only one who knows your heart's desires
Your heart's desires
Oh weary, tired and worn,
Let out your sighs
And drop that heavy load you hold
Cause Mine is light
Let out your sighs
And drop that heavy load you hold
Cause Mine is light
I know you through and through;
There's no need to hide
I want to show you love
That is deep and high and wide
There's no need to hide
I want to show you love
That is deep and high and wide
I am constant; I am near
I am peace that shatters all your secret fears
I am holy; I am wise
I'm the only one who knows your heart's desires
Your heart's desires
I am peace that shatters all your secret fears
I am holy; I am wise
I'm the only one who knows your heart's desires
Your heart's desires
Oh gently lay your head
Upon my chest
And I will comfort you
Like a mother while you rest.
Upon my chest
And I will comfort you
Like a mother while you rest.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Dear Bachelorette Emily,
I have been sucked into the world that is the Bachelor and Bachelorette by some friends with whom I wish to spend time. I would normally spend my Monday night watching NCIS reruns and checking out the latest information on Disneyland at Mouseplanet.com, perfectly content to let the Bachelor or Bachelorette never to cross my path.
Alas, I like my friends and want to spend time with them, so I find myself sitting for two hours as I watch you, Emily, "date" 20 different men. I use the term "men" loosely, as some whom have wound up in your company are merely boys playing dress-up.
Now, this is only week three in Bachelorette world. We went through round one, which was excruciatingly boring as 25 men came to your hometown to woo you. Those of us sitting on the couch couldn't keep track of all the men at first. We came up with nicknames for them. Helicopter boy, egg dude, spiky hair, bad hair, Brazilian, Mushroom man, etc. We were very happy to see you get rid of some of those guys.
Round two was the first "dates". Wow. First off, who uses a whisk to mix up chocolate chip cookies? Methinks you don't bake very much, Miss Emily. Ryan was sweet, we liked him. The group date was cute, we all felt bad for Charlie. The last date was just weird. Seriously, a clock that you put wishes in with a guy you later dumped? Strange. Then came the 7 page letter from Ryan...he's not so sweet anymore. He is now getting creepy. But then that whole "meet and greet" time is just awkward anyway. I don't know how you could possibly get to know any of these guys well, at all.
Here we are, though, at week three. Some men have been eliminated and the vying for your attention has begun in earnest. I can't remember who you dated first last night. It was fine, though, seriously, enough with the dancing in the street with the latest country singer/band. The group date was fascinating. Your friends definitely asked some interesting questions and one of them needs to be watched closely (really, really closely). She was totally hitting on Sean. Take that under advisement. And Ryan, he's getting too possessive too quickly. Not liking him so much anymore. Your date to Dollywood (which was eerily empty) with Arie was nice. He's a nice guy, seems safe...but then it's too soon to tell.
Then came that meet and greet time. We all cheered when Egg guy gave you the egg to smash. That was good. We all agreed that Brazilian guy needed to go...I have a Brazilian friend, that was not a communication issue, he knew exactly what he was saying. The one I wanted to yell at you about, though, was the one you questioned and did.nothing.about.
Emily, when a guy tells you to basically shut up because you are talking too much (when he hasn't let you get a word in at.all.) the guy needs to go. Helicopter boy needs.to.go. He is slimy, too sure of himself and has said to your face that he always wanted his OWN child first. HIS.OWN.CHILD. You have a daughter that you say you are putting first...prove it! Be the strong woman you have shown yourself to be in moments and drop his ass!
Sincerely,
A disgusted-with-myself-for-getting-hooked-into-this-show viewer.
Alas, I like my friends and want to spend time with them, so I find myself sitting for two hours as I watch you, Emily, "date" 20 different men. I use the term "men" loosely, as some whom have wound up in your company are merely boys playing dress-up.
Now, this is only week three in Bachelorette world. We went through round one, which was excruciatingly boring as 25 men came to your hometown to woo you. Those of us sitting on the couch couldn't keep track of all the men at first. We came up with nicknames for them. Helicopter boy, egg dude, spiky hair, bad hair, Brazilian, Mushroom man, etc. We were very happy to see you get rid of some of those guys.
Round two was the first "dates". Wow. First off, who uses a whisk to mix up chocolate chip cookies? Methinks you don't bake very much, Miss Emily. Ryan was sweet, we liked him. The group date was cute, we all felt bad for Charlie. The last date was just weird. Seriously, a clock that you put wishes in with a guy you later dumped? Strange. Then came the 7 page letter from Ryan...he's not so sweet anymore. He is now getting creepy. But then that whole "meet and greet" time is just awkward anyway. I don't know how you could possibly get to know any of these guys well, at all.
Here we are, though, at week three. Some men have been eliminated and the vying for your attention has begun in earnest. I can't remember who you dated first last night. It was fine, though, seriously, enough with the dancing in the street with the latest country singer/band. The group date was fascinating. Your friends definitely asked some interesting questions and one of them needs to be watched closely (really, really closely). She was totally hitting on Sean. Take that under advisement. And Ryan, he's getting too possessive too quickly. Not liking him so much anymore. Your date to Dollywood (which was eerily empty) with Arie was nice. He's a nice guy, seems safe...but then it's too soon to tell.
Then came that meet and greet time. We all cheered when Egg guy gave you the egg to smash. That was good. We all agreed that Brazilian guy needed to go...I have a Brazilian friend, that was not a communication issue, he knew exactly what he was saying. The one I wanted to yell at you about, though, was the one you questioned and did.nothing.about.
Emily, when a guy tells you to basically shut up because you are talking too much (when he hasn't let you get a word in at.all.) the guy needs to go. Helicopter boy needs.to.go. He is slimy, too sure of himself and has said to your face that he always wanted his OWN child first. HIS.OWN.CHILD. You have a daughter that you say you are putting first...prove it! Be the strong woman you have shown yourself to be in moments and drop his ass!
Sincerely,
A disgusted-with-myself-for-getting-hooked-into-this-show viewer.
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