I think they are kind of cute! In a “damned” sort of way.
I am told that it is perfectly acceptable to arrive late to a blogging party. Thank you Suzie81 for being a gracious hostess
This week marks my two year blogiversary, and I decided that the best way to celebrate would be to invite you all to my blog party!
It has been quite a while since I last hosted a blog party, and I absolutely love them, so I’d like you all to put on your best outfits, grab a drink (mine is a Mojito for anyone that’s interested) and get your blog on! For those of you that have never participated in one before, the rules are simple:
1. Choose your favourite post from your own blog. The subject of the post can be anything you like – blogging, food, parenting, life, travel, thoughts, photography… Note: This should be only one post at a time or it will get sent straight to the ‘spam’ folder and I may not be able to find you for a while. I don’t have an issue…
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Posted in Musing
Happy Sunday Morning in the Blogosphere!
Finally, I am taking the time to catch up with the rest of the World. I took some time off yesterday because my work meeting was cancelled and the sun was out. Time to christen the lake season early. While Blondie and I parked ourselves on a beach blanket, my Mister and his buddy, Pete, were attempting to get our hibernating jet ski up and running. The jet ski needs some parts (obsolete ones at that), so the big boys were out and about in Pete’s boat. They traversed the lake to the South and picked up Blondie and I at Sunset Cove.
Another day in the mountains for me. This time it was for work training stores in North Georgia country. I left home in the wee hours of the morning and saw the sunrise from Appalacia. It was a strange, foggy drive with winding roads, and a wonderful feeling when the sun decided to wake up to join me.
After I finished, I was near my youngest daughter’s college, so we had dinner together. Then, back to the long, twisted road home. It was beautiful.
I have to confess to being a little tired tonight, so I will let the band who kept me company on the ride home close for me.
My voice is a little hoarse, not from the countless spiels I gave, but from singing at the top of my lungs all the way home.
Posted in Adventures, Blogging, Family, Motivation, Musing, review
Tagged drive, North Georgia Mountains, spring, sunrise, work
…when we didn’t do our chores.
My Mom worked in the Emergency Room in a hospital outside of Detroit. She worked the standard hospital schedule. Seven in the morning until 3 in the afternoon, or three p.m. to eleven p.m.. She was that irritating lady who asked for your insurance and did all of the necessary evil paperwork to get sick and injured people back to see a doctor. After spending a day with delightful people yelling at and bleeding on her, she headed home sweet home.
My Granny and I were responsible for the household chores while Mom was at work. Granny cooked, I had the dishes and k.p.. After enduring a meal with four Hellions (my brothers and I having dinner contests involving not using our hands) my Granny deserved to not have to pick up another chore. Granny affectionately called us “the Devils from Hell”.
I wasn’t the best at cleaning the kitchen. I had other interests in mind. Listening to the radio, stealing and smoking cigarettes, general unspecified teen angst and getting out of chores. I hated to clean the kitchen.
Mom would come home and, whatever the hour, she would express her displeasure at my horrendous cleaning skills. I thought she was just being a bitch. My Granny gave me the nickname of “Ambitious”. I didn’t appreciate her sarcasm.
Still, it was better than my brother’s nickname of “Snake in the Grass”
Now that I am a grown up woman, I know the importance of a clean kitchen. It is both symbolic and hygienic. Why or when it became a perceived womanly art, I can’t answer. I have girlfriends who keep either an exceptionally tidy kitchen, and I know others whose dinner invitations are politely declined. Truth of the matter? Yes, I judge. I know it’s not right, but I can’t help myself.
So, this grown woman now has a job that is keeping me away ten to twelve hours a day. And guess who is pissed when the kitchen sink is covered up in dirty dishes? Karma comes around and bites me in the ass, and deservedly so.
Sometimes, it’s little ways that we show our appreciation. I know that I show my family love when I cook and keep a clean house. When I have their favorite things waiting for them. It would have been such a small gesture on my part to have done as Mom would have if she didn’t have to work. Maybe Granny didn’t need to witness “No Fork Friday” .
The lesson that I learned is you can’t metaphorically beat people into showing their appreciation for you. Throwing things across a room is only momentary gratification, (oh so gratifying) and no one likes to do things for a bitch. It has taken me many years to realize that I can be am a bitch.
Sometimes people show appreciation in different ways than me, I have to learn to see them. And hire a maid.
disclaimer: not my kitchen. You can’t handle the truth
I can’t sleep. I got out of bed this and headed for my living room, only to find a snoring little blond boy on the sofa. The Dog of Thunder followed me from his spot on the floor next to my bed to a new spot on the floor next to Blondie’s couch.
The rain outside is like the rain that you would hear on a soundtrack that one might buy to help with insomnia. The fan in the window has it’s own gentle hum that suggests a nap. Obviously, I’m not paying attention to those signs. I get to read posts in these early hours and eat the last popsicle in the house. Because sugar never interrupts sleep, right?
It is crazy to see how many of my WordPress friends are awake too. Some because of geography, others because of insomnia. The world is not a lonely place at this hour, and that gives me comfort. If I had any popsicles left, I would share.
Attention all Dragon Slayers and other cool cats, the Spring Party is over at Jason’s. You can bring your blog and your Easter Bonnet…and don’t forget your sunscreen!
I’m bringing my shameless plug for hunnedo.com and inventingreallife.wordpress.com and a nice jello salad with mini marshmallows
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It is located in an affluent neighborhood with affluent people who should know better. A landscape that is peppered by fast food and chain restaurants, Star City Cantina’s status as an independent goes unnoticed by those who would rather drive thirty miles to eat within the Big City limits.
This wonderful place, is my home for Sunday nights. I wait tables on Sunday. I’ve found a good weekday job, but this restaurant is one I can believe in, one I want to succeed.
After work today, my little family went there for dinner. Although I’ve tasted some of the food on their menu, to sit and enjoy it at our leisure was wonderful. For a Friday night, it wasn’t that busy, but much busier than it is on my Sunday night shift. They serve a la carte tacos and many other dishes, but I love some street tacos. I ordered one of these for my husband and I to share:
I was blown away at the quality and flavor profile of these taco wonders. I would expect that kind of bang downtown. My hubs is smitten with the salsa verde, I have to bring that home with me at the end of my shift. Incidentally, all salsa are made in house. My boss, the owner, brought a big bowl of verde to our table. My boss is a really good guy.
That’s why I don’t understand. The Chili’s located a mile away has an hour wait to get in on Friday night. I think Chili’s food is crap. Who wouldn’t want to support a local independent in favor of mundane?
So, if you find yourself heading to Northern Suburban Atlanta, I know a great joint I’d like to recommend…
Posted in Blogging, Food, Musing
Tagged carne asada, carnitas, food, maduros, restuarants, tacos
Whew! I just finished up day three at my new grown up First Choice Job. I can’t share too many details due to a confidentiality agreement. I can tell you that I work for a company that sells a certain high ticket item out of a Big Box store. I have two customers, the first being anyone who wants to buy my item. The second are the employees of the Big Box store, who I have to train to be my sales people. I have 12 stores.
I couldn’t be more excited for this opportunity. Everyone that I work for/with, has nothing but praise for the company and management team. I am so excited to be on board with such a dynamic team.
Since this is a new contract with this retailer for the company. we’ve spent the last few days traveling around Georgia giving our stores some product knowledge. It’s been interesting to see how receptive everyone is to our product.
I am now only working at my Plan B job one day a week, not that it is at all lucrative, but I feel a responsibility to them. I will talk more about that later in the week.
I can say that I miss my Bloggy Buddies, I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you! I expect that I will be posting a bit less, but I still intend on checking in to catch up daily. Everyone be well!
Posted in Blogging, Motivation, Musing
Tagged bill whithers, blogging, Georgia, lovely day, retail, sales, working
Today’s post was made possible by my local county court system. I was able to download and begin reading the book I am reviewing due to the fact that I had to spend the better part of Wednesday in the jury pool room. I was not selected and never saw the inside of the courtroom. I was forced into a state of peace and quiet, without children, television noise, or housework. In short, I chose to do whatever the Hell I wanted (within the confines of that room, kind of). I read without interruption.
A couple of years ago, I picked up “The Holden Age of Hollywood” at my local library. A book that’s so original, it seems to need its own genre to define it. It is one of my favorite reads from that year.
ESC: a nostalgic guide to breaking up with the corporate world to pursue what you love
I was curious when I saw that Phil Brody’s new book was a memoir, because it is a departure from his last book. Again, I was not disappointed with ESC, because it takes the memoir genre and twists it into a different kind of ball game. This book winds in, out and through time, without chronology. We meet Phil Brody at different intervals in his life. Sometimes he’s a child, sometimes a naive young adult, a jerk (or a dick, if I want to quote the book), or Carefree Phil.
Sometimes he lies. More aptly, brings you into some cool Walter Mitty imaginary scenes. The best lies involve the scenarios where he escapes from the shackles in his cubicle and the world of advertising. Quitting a job looks like so much fun through his imagination. Pulling a Peter Gibbons* and ditching those damn TPS Reports*. Breaking up with the corporate world to pursue what you love. Damn It Feels Good to Be a Gangsta.
ESC is also a love story, a tribute to Brody’s hometown. Chicago’s character is present everywhere. When he reminisces about his youth, he brings his reader back into his Mid Western World: a world filled with dodge ball games, recess, break dancing and Haiku writing. ESC is book is for every adult who feels constricted by the conventions of adulthood, who longs for the simplicity of 7th grade, a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors, or a first apartment. Escape is possible because Phil Brody brings us there with this book.
Brody Ee Es See
Read during jury duty
Read, read, read this now
* and don’t even tell me that you haven’t seen Office Space
Posted in Musing, reading, review
Tagged attitude, books, career, ESC, haiku, jury duty, Phil Brody, pursue what you love, reading, The Holden Age of Hollywood
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