Now I have to figure out how NOT to have the dates show up on my photographs.
PS I don't know why they call the boat the Goodtime III. It looks exactly like the Goodtime I and II. I think they just change the name every few years.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Cleveland from The Goodtime III
Yeah, don't ask me how many years I've worked at the hospital, but I can safely say it's been over half my life. Every 5 years we get an Employee Recognition Dinner, and this was my year. Huzzah!
Now I have to figure out how NOT to have the dates show up on my photographs.
PS I don't know why they call the boat the Goodtime III. It looks exactly like the Goodtime I and II. I think they just change the name every few years.
Now I have to figure out how NOT to have the dates show up on my photographs.
PS I don't know why they call the boat the Goodtime III. It looks exactly like the Goodtime I and II. I think they just change the name every few years.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
A Long Overdue Thank You
Eighth grade was the worst year of my life. I wrote about it in DEAR BULLY and never exaggerated a single point. I didn't have to. It really, truly, honestly SUCKED.
I would walk to school (alone) in absolute dread, knowing what waited for me behind those doors.
With no one to talk.
I would walk home (alone) on the verge of a daily nervous breakdown, agonizing over the mental brutality of the past few hours.
With no one to talk to.
Then one day I accidentally fell into step with somebody else walking home.
I didn't know her. We were in the same grade, but in none of the same classes.
She didn't seem to know how everyone hated me. Neither did she care, once she found out.
We looked alike. Brown hair, brown eyes, glasses, and braces. We could almost pass for sisters.
She talked a lot. She was loud and funny and kind-hearted and goofy. Her opinion of of my tormentors was simply this: screw 'em.
Easier said than done, of course. But suddenly...unbelievably...I had Someone On My Side.
Someone to talk to after months of talking to no one. Someone to laugh with. Someone to hang on the phone with. Somebody in my life who actually liked me and didn't give a single damn that nobody else did.
That someone was Pat. All these years later, guess what? We're still friends!
Did I ever thank you, Pat?
THANK YOU!
You may very well have saved my life. xox
I would walk to school (alone) in absolute dread, knowing what waited for me behind those doors.
With no one to talk.
I would walk home (alone) on the verge of a daily nervous breakdown, agonizing over the mental brutality of the past few hours.
With no one to talk to.
Then one day I accidentally fell into step with somebody else walking home.
I didn't know her. We were in the same grade, but in none of the same classes.
She didn't seem to know how everyone hated me. Neither did she care, once she found out.
We looked alike. Brown hair, brown eyes, glasses, and braces. We could almost pass for sisters.
She talked a lot. She was loud and funny and kind-hearted and goofy. Her opinion of of my tormentors was simply this: screw 'em.
Easier said than done, of course. But suddenly...unbelievably...I had Someone On My Side.
Someone to talk to after months of talking to no one. Someone to laugh with. Someone to hang on the phone with. Somebody in my life who actually liked me and didn't give a single damn that nobody else did.
That someone was Pat. All these years later, guess what? We're still friends!
Did I ever thank you, Pat?
THANK YOU!
You may very well have saved my life. xox
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Welcome, Baby DJ!
A new little blessing. <3
Mom Genevieve and DJ
Darren James, aka DJ
Mommy--exhausted, but glowing!
Brandon, Genevieve, and DJ--look how the baby's gazing up at Daddy! :)
Friday, June 8, 2012
Friday 5
So many pics I wanted to take this week...and I CAN'T FIND MY STINKIN' CAMERA!
1. The beautiful red foxes in the field out back.
2. My writing buddy, Pamela. :-)
3. My big fat box(es) filled with copies of THE UNQUIET (pretty, pretty, pretty!).
4. The hawk perched on my fence, head cocked...watching (luckily Eli's not a Yorkie).
5. A pic of ME to paste a copy on my fridge to remind me I did NOT need that stuffed French toast, eggs, hash browns, and bacon this morning.
I had the camera a week ago when I uploaded pics of my grandniece's baby shower.
How can you lose a camera when you don't take it anywhere?
No...how can you live in a house as messy as mine and ask that same question with a perfectly straight face?
1. The beautiful red foxes in the field out back.
2. My writing buddy, Pamela. :-)
3. My big fat box(es) filled with copies of THE UNQUIET (pretty, pretty, pretty!).
4. The hawk perched on my fence, head cocked...watching (luckily Eli's not a Yorkie).
5. A pic of ME to paste a copy on my fridge to remind me I did NOT need that stuffed French toast, eggs, hash browns, and bacon this morning.
I had the camera a week ago when I uploaded pics of my grandniece's baby shower.
How can you lose a camera when you don't take it anywhere?
No...how can you live in a house as messy as mine and ask that same question with a perfectly straight face?
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Friday, June 1, 2012
Friday 5
1. Dear McDonald's: When I order a fat-free iced latte, I don't expect a cup of warm coffee with a couple of ice cubes thrown in.
2. Dear T-Mobile: YES, I SENT BACK MY FRIGGING DEFECTIVE PHONE! Stop texting me.
3. Dear Job: Nope...not coming in early.
4. Dear Hubby: Calling me to find out if our son's car is ready is like me calling you to find out if I have a cavity.
5. Dear Eli: I know you're excited when I give you a cookie. But ramming your head into the wall with pure excitement is really not a very good idea.
2. Dear T-Mobile: YES, I SENT BACK MY FRIGGING DEFECTIVE PHONE! Stop texting me.
3. Dear Job: Nope...not coming in early.
4. Dear Hubby: Calling me to find out if our son's car is ready is like me calling you to find out if I have a cavity.
5. Dear Eli: I know you're excited when I give you a cookie. But ramming your head into the wall with pure excitement is really not a very good idea.
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