Dedicated to the true loves of my life; My sassy, beautiful, rockin' girlfriends.
You have to be a friend to have a friend. What an interesting statement from an author that I don't know. For some reason or another as I am absolutely SLAMMED at work and have so much to do that I don't even know where to begin to tackle this mountain in front of me I started thinking about me. Am I the friend that my friends deserve? Maybe, sometimes. But sometimes I go overboard in my bossy, controlling nature. Yeah, Yeah, maybe I am halfway in control of my life, but why do I insist on being the back-seat drivers in theirs? I choose my friends carefully because as my grandfather has always said "you can't fly with eagles when you hang around with turkeys." I love my friends like family and I cannot, absolutely cannot imagine my life without them. I hate the thought of hurting their feelings, yelling at them, saying things that may need to be said but in a tone that I wouldn't appreciate. I know I am not perfect, and I may try to be, but the harsh reality is that I need to look to them, not myself, to be the person that I want to be, because I have to face facts- They make be want to be a better person or I wouldn't choose to have them be a part of my life.
So to you my friend that inspires me to turn off the tube and pick up a good read, cheers to you. To my friend that loves everyone with everything she has even when they hurt her, cheers to you. And to my friend who has a calendar, rolodex, and blackberry as a mind, cheers to you. To my friend who has taught me that it is not always about the appearance, but what is inside that matters, cheers to you. Here's to the friend that has taught me that true love does not rely on a timeline and your prince may come when you least expect it and literally sweep you off your feet, cheers to you. To my whole group of friends who taught me to not be so uptight and to dance like no one is watching, sing like no one is listening, love like you have never been hurt and to live like heaven begins tomorrow~ I raise my glass in a celebration of what we have become together and what the future may hold.
I look forward to the day where all of us are sitting side by side in rocking chairs drinking sweet tea and lemonade (who am kidding, vodka tonics and mimosas.) Reminiscing about the days that we ran around grabbing eachothers butts and overspending on dresses that made them look hot.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
LABEL IT TO ME BABY
Dedicated to anyone whose friends started calling them something they hate and it stuck.
Also dedicated to "Stinky B" who doesn't even read this blog.
* The names have been changed to protect the innocent
I have a slight obsession with my label maker. Not only have I used my dymo to make each and every one of my files the same font and size because even though I am scary close to the definition of a slob in my bedroom I am ANAL RETENTIVE about my work files. Well, as it were my filing labels turned into labels for my co-workers, and by labels I mean nicknames, oh yeah! Way to bring a little fun to the crisis world. One of my co-workers constanly breaks out the button ups, boat shoes, and seersucker- hence the name Andrea "ralph Lauren is my baby daddy" Smith. Another coworker who had the unfortunate experience of overlooking her lady speed stick in the GA heat developed sweat rings and therefore became Jane "sexy pits" Anderson. I like to calm people down when they are having a bad day and in my world a laugh, especially at yourself, beats a nervous breakdown any day. So to my coworker who was freaking out: Ingrid "Too blessed to be stressed" Richards. And to my coworker who wears her slippers around the office you deserve the Paula "I'm too popular for my own shoes" Salem. To you my cubbie mate, who has been having dinner bi-weekly with the same man for the last two years, your information box will forever be labeled with Anna "He ain't my man" Matthews. You really have to watch what you do and say around my workplace because if you don't have blond hair to blame it on you might end up with a label stuck on your door.
Also dedicated to "Stinky B" who doesn't even read this blog.
* The names have been changed to protect the innocent
I have a slight obsession with my label maker. Not only have I used my dymo to make each and every one of my files the same font and size because even though I am scary close to the definition of a slob in my bedroom I am ANAL RETENTIVE about my work files. Well, as it were my filing labels turned into labels for my co-workers, and by labels I mean nicknames, oh yeah! Way to bring a little fun to the crisis world. One of my co-workers constanly breaks out the button ups, boat shoes, and seersucker- hence the name Andrea "ralph Lauren is my baby daddy" Smith. Another coworker who had the unfortunate experience of overlooking her lady speed stick in the GA heat developed sweat rings and therefore became Jane "sexy pits" Anderson. I like to calm people down when they are having a bad day and in my world a laugh, especially at yourself, beats a nervous breakdown any day. So to my coworker who was freaking out: Ingrid "Too blessed to be stressed" Richards. And to my coworker who wears her slippers around the office you deserve the Paula "I'm too popular for my own shoes" Salem. To you my cubbie mate, who has been having dinner bi-weekly with the same man for the last two years, your information box will forever be labeled with Anna "He ain't my man" Matthews. You really have to watch what you do and say around my workplace because if you don't have blond hair to blame it on you might end up with a label stuck on your door.
Monday, October 20, 2008
ODE TO TECHNOLOGY AND ITS EVER CHANGING NATURE
Dedicated to anyone who knows what 143 is.
Why is it that we are supposed to be accessible all times by our work and friends? I would like to be able to shut everything off and just enjoy solitude and quiet for even a weekend. Unfortunately technology has brought us closer together and ironically all we want to ever do is "get away."
Let's take my work for example, and I love my job, let me start with that disclaimer. Yet as an employee I need to be on call for them when they need me. So what do they do? They give me a pager, yes that is right I said a pager: can we say low-budget non-profit? They like to know that they can page me on my handy dandy beeper when they need me. Um, 1993 called and would like its mobile locating device back. Sadly enough I have been away for the beeper industry for so long that I barely know how to use the thing. Pretty embarrassing to have changed the batteries and the things buzzes incessantly. Won't stop, like a permanant vibrating pain in the arse. So what did I do? Drove my happy self down to the communications store and proceeded to tell them all the issues I was having with this fine piece of machinery (which belongs in the Museum of history if you ask me...) They then went on to explain to me that I had the batteries in upside down.. Such is life. Guess the pager is actually smarter than me. What a pity and blow to my self esteem.
Its funny because even though I have been with my company for a while now and I always carry my trusty pager I have never once been beeped, the whole staff reaches me on my cell phone. Sign of the times I suppose...
Why is it that we are supposed to be accessible all times by our work and friends? I would like to be able to shut everything off and just enjoy solitude and quiet for even a weekend. Unfortunately technology has brought us closer together and ironically all we want to ever do is "get away."
Let's take my work for example, and I love my job, let me start with that disclaimer. Yet as an employee I need to be on call for them when they need me. So what do they do? They give me a pager, yes that is right I said a pager: can we say low-budget non-profit? They like to know that they can page me on my handy dandy beeper when they need me. Um, 1993 called and would like its mobile locating device back. Sadly enough I have been away for the beeper industry for so long that I barely know how to use the thing. Pretty embarrassing to have changed the batteries and the things buzzes incessantly. Won't stop, like a permanant vibrating pain in the arse. So what did I do? Drove my happy self down to the communications store and proceeded to tell them all the issues I was having with this fine piece of machinery (which belongs in the Museum of history if you ask me...) They then went on to explain to me that I had the batteries in upside down.. Such is life. Guess the pager is actually smarter than me. What a pity and blow to my self esteem.
Its funny because even though I have been with my company for a while now and I always carry my trusty pager I have never once been beeped, the whole staff reaches me on my cell phone. Sign of the times I suppose...
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
I'M IN THE MOOD FOR MOO SHOO...
Dedicated to anyone who has ever driven out of their way to get that perfect slice of cheesecake.
Aren't craving funny things? My friend told me the other day that she woke up thinking she wanted a smoothie. Her eyes popped open and for one reason or another her body/mind/heart/soul (I don't really know where cravings come from, covering all my bases) told her that she wanted strawberries and bananas blended to perfection. She then proceed to leave the comfort of her home and go on an adventure to find the exact blended creation that she was looking for. What an odd thing cravings are. Why is it that we get "tastes for things" or a "hankerin'" for something? I heard a rumor once that we get these cravings because of the vitamins in the particular food that we want, for example, peanuts because they have protein or oranges for vitamin C. Why then do I have cravings for things like freshly baked chocolate cake and rice krispie treats? Is there a vitamin in the marshmallows or the cake mix that I don't know about? If only when my eyes popped open I could think... you know, some scrambled egg whites and a glass of soy milk would really hit the spot right now.
Aren't craving funny things? My friend told me the other day that she woke up thinking she wanted a smoothie. Her eyes popped open and for one reason or another her body/mind/heart/soul (I don't really know where cravings come from, covering all my bases) told her that she wanted strawberries and bananas blended to perfection. She then proceed to leave the comfort of her home and go on an adventure to find the exact blended creation that she was looking for. What an odd thing cravings are. Why is it that we get "tastes for things" or a "hankerin'" for something? I heard a rumor once that we get these cravings because of the vitamins in the particular food that we want, for example, peanuts because they have protein or oranges for vitamin C. Why then do I have cravings for things like freshly baked chocolate cake and rice krispie treats? Is there a vitamin in the marshmallows or the cake mix that I don't know about? If only when my eyes popped open I could think... you know, some scrambled egg whites and a glass of soy milk would really hit the spot right now.
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