My normal daily obsessive xanga’ing was interupted by ~gasp Work! I mean, come on! Don’t they know I have other things to do.
So, for the nice woman (who may or may not be my doppleganger)
I have two children. My son is 20, and my daughter is 18. Yes, I know my profile says I’m 70. Whatever. So I lied. Both of them are very very intelligent. And they are both very unique. Huge geeks, in the current sense of the word rather than the 1980’s sense. Right now I’m enjoying the fact that my kids have a wonderful circle of friends and acquaintances that have become intermingled in my life. Mostly through my work. A couple of ended up working here, and or work for companies that do work for my company. It’s a fantastic perspective for me. It keeps me from getting to fuddy duddy. That’s why you see such strangeness occasionally on my Xanga. I have an abnormal amount of 20 year olds that I converse with. I find myself much more comfortable with them than I do with people of my own generation. And if you ever get the chance, go out for a long causal dinner with as many 18 to 20 year olds as you can round up. It’s better than prozac (which my sister, not 20 minutes ago said I needed!). You’ll laugh until you hurt.
Did you know snapple makes hot tea? I’m drinking snapple green tea with mango right now. I woman I work with brought me some to try, it is very good! I will definately have to look for some. Not usually a big mango fan, but I’m liking this.
Well, that’s ramble number 1 for today, I’m sure I’ll be back soon. ™
~Edit! Well what do you know, I talk about it, and they promptly recover it. I had no idea I had such power.
A week or two ago ( a month, a day?) my Kates asked me if we had any paper bags. I said no, and that was it. I haven’t had paperbags in the house since the kids were in grade school.
Last night, Ms. Kellie asked me if we had any paperbags at work. I said no.
About 30 minutes later my husband and I went to the grocery store and as we’re walking along he says, Hey – do they sell brown paper bags here? And we bought some. So, no paper bags purchased or mentioned for many many years, and then 3 times within a short time frame by three different people?
I often wonder why you get those strange coincidences.™
I had an interesting experience happen recently. I was strolling along through some Xangas and saw a comment by someone. Nothing earth shattering about the comment, however the Icon used was an Icon that I had frequently used in the past on some other journals. I actually sent a message to the person just to say, hey I like your Icon.
Do you think your Icon says things about you? My stealth blogging always uses famous paintings as Icons. I have three that I use regularly. One of which is “the scream” by Edvard Munch. Most people say that the painting represents frustration to them. I see something different. A couple of years ago I bought a print of it, and I actually have it at work. I also went online to see what the painter had sad about his painting, and this is what he says it means:
“I was walking along the road with two friends.
The sun was setting.
I felt a breath of melancholy –
Suddenly the sky turned blood-red.
I stopped, and leaned against the railing, deathly tired-
Looking out across the flaming clouds that hung like blood and a sword over the blue-black fjord and town.
My friends walked on – I stood there, trembling with fear.
And I sensed a great, infinite scream pass through nature.”
no more boys, I’m just gonna dance tonight.
A wise woman today made me realize that I have broken one of
my cardinal rules. Be In Control – of something. Doesn’t matter what. But I need to feel like I have something
under control. Either work or home. Right now, I don’t have either. Work is just bizarre, and home to be honest
is maybe not quite so bizarre but still pretty out of whack. I don’t have control of my own schedule either,
which is really screwing me up. I’m a
pretty scheduled person and right now every day my schedule is dependant on the
kids school schedule and my work schedule and my husbands schedule. Don’t like it! It was different when it was just Sean in
school. I had no mercy. He came into work with me and hopped the bus
from downtown to Owens. I cannot do that
with Kate. 1st, it would be
mean since she works until Midnight two of those nights, and 2nd I
cannot allow her to ride the bus by herself or be wandering downtown. Just scares me! (sorry Kate, you’re still my
little girl) So I end up trying to schedule
my day around her schedule. I don’t think
I can do much about that yet. Even once
we get comfortable with her driving back and forth, it’ll still involve me and
my car and schedule.
I can do a certain amount about control at work, but
probably not enough to make me feel better.
There are too many contributing factors. (like people). And I can’t do much about control at home,
because there are even more contributing factors!
Maybe it’ll do the trick if I can just add more control at
both instead of all controlled at one.
That may make it worse. So if I
start seeming even moodier than usual let me know.
I’m also on a musical campaign. I’ve really stopped listening to the music I
love recently, so I’m making a conscious effort to keep music going all the
time. Music can make such a huge
difference in my attitude throughout the day.
I dreamed about my mom last night. That was nice, it’s been a long time.. Except for when she killed the duck. I don’t really get that part. It was probably just an after effect of an
Peace, Blessings, and love each other guys. No more of this bitter stupid shit.™
There must be something cosmically wrong. Is that a word? It certainly doesn’t look right. I seem to be off. Everything I do is just a little bit wrong. I’m overcooking, undercooking all of my food. I make coffee, and the coffee grounds spill out of the basket. I take a phone call and call the person by the wrong name.
And about every fourth word I type I have to go back and fix. In that sentence I typed abou , forth instead of fourth, and also I typed work instead of word the first time through.
Maybe it’s that damn Pluto messing up my astrologicalness.
Oh, and my Hair is all Funky! I do love to use caps.
I think I’ll put on Godspell in the car and sing at the top of my lungs. That’s always uplifting. Not a religious statement, just a music statement. Though I’ve often wondered at the fact that my two favorite soundtracks are Godspell and Jesus Christ Superstar.
Perhaps I need to balance my chai (chi?). If only I knew how.™
Best line ever – Well, I was cutting some jalepenos’ and the I took a pee.
I was sitting in the conference room saying goodbye. I was wearing my strapless black dress, you know the one with the knotted top? It was sad saying goodbye and knowing I wouldn’t see these people anymore. But then he said – Oh, Tracy – company, and these three men came in and set down this weird piece of equipment. I said, oh that’s pretty cool, is that a projector? And the guy who wasn’t wearing a suit said no it’s a camera! And then he flipped it around and started filming me. They gave me the most beautiful award, it was really dark wood with this beautiful red metalic front. It was a memorial plaque that they were installing on the wall, for selling the highest price ticket ever. (I sold one ticket for $700.00) and then I woke up.
Hey! any of you Arty people, you have got to try this program.
(thank you Alice)
Walked out here and discovered my husband watching 2000 and something again. Every single Saturday morning it’s on. And every single Saturday morning he’s watching it. It’s a beautiful movie in High def, but every weekend?
Feeling better for now. I wish I could get a handle on why my moods are so up and down recently. it’s difficult. I’m used to being pretty even and nonplussed. (can you be plussed?)
hmm, now he’s watching An Affair to Remember and Uncle Buck (flipping)
I think it may be chemical because my dreams are becoming so vivid and strange. Last night we had a new dog, it was really small and really cute, pudgy and wiggly. Oh yeah, and it had a giant head with a mouth like a goldfish and it was blue and named Bobby. Then I dreamed I was standing out in my driveway, and a green and white plane flew by on the west side, then a United plane flew by on the east side, then a red & white plan crashed to the north. It burst into flames and then Pilot ran to us and leapt into our puddle to cool him self down. Then we gave him the hose to help him. Nice.
I’m so tired of talking about myself. Would you all mind if I just started talking about you instead? I can just blog about your day instead of mine.
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