Children of all ages

Working and paying close attention to the erratic behavior of those around me...I feel like I am on a playground and little Suzie just got pushed off the swing. 
Someone is laughing uproariously that another someone had her skirt tucked into her tights (sure it's funny but Tights is still standing there with her crimson cheeks still glowing).  Now, not only is the laughter really loud, the other three in the vicinity have joined in, further increasing the embarrassment of Tights, who by the way would not behave in this manner.  I think Tights should get to punch each of the laughers in the stomach.  As hard as she can.  And Tights is not a lightweight, let me tell you. 

Next, one of the overgrown children working here has decided to make everyone miserable because someone moved her chair to another workstation in her absence.  Said chair moved a mere  15ft to the other end of the workstation.  Its on wheels, for the love of Pete!  Roll it back.  Problem solved.

I love solving all the problems in here.  I feel strong and powerful. 

The rest of the playground escapades will have to wait for another time.  I have to sharpen my pencils.  You never know when someone is so irritating they have to lose an eye....

Later.....

Friends

Friendship has many levels and many definitions.  It is timeless and it is fleet.  It is deep and it is shallow.  In my humble opinion, the best friends are the friends you trust with your heart and, naturally, your secrets.  A true friend knows all about you yet loves you despite all of it.  To quote a line from "Can't Hardly Wait", "A true friend stabs you in the front".

I agree.

I think a front-stabber is not actually stabbing you with a blade (or anything else) but is not afraid to tell it like it is.  Give an opinion, even if it might not be so nice; tell what they think of you, even if it hurts some feelings; offer not-so-popular advice when it appears to be needed.  A true friend shares the good, the bad and the ugly.  I always thought of myself as a good friend.  I am blunt, sometimes to the point of viciousness, but never to intentionally hurt anyone.  I just say what I think, want, feel.  I have been thinking about this lately and wonder if that truly makes me a good friend or if it simply makes me mean.

Naturally, mean is not the goal yet sometimes is the outcome.

And here I am again, writing something sort of yawn-inspiring.  Something a bit deep and dark.  Gosh!  I have a sense of humor...perhaps I should take it out and polish it up a bit.  Show it off.  Remind myself that people like the fun and funny me much more than the deep, dark and uber-depressing me.  For that matter, I like the humorous me better, too.  I think once I have slept a bit I will be able to find her.

Or I just need to write while having a conversation with Eva.  We crack each other up.  We work well together, playing the straight man one minute then passing it on to the other so we each get our shots at the funny.  That's it!  I am going to call her the next time I write.  Maybe tomorrow...

Later...

Goodbye, dear friend

We are here to pay our respects to the Droid Bionic that gave it's life so meaninglessly in an unfortunate device vs auto accident but two, short days ago.  DB, as he was affectionately known by those who knew and loved him, was a hard-working Droid, doing all that was asked of him and asking for nothing in return save for an occasional charging of his battery.

He is survived by his owner and her spouse, two cats and a dog.  Private services were held on site .  The family requests no immemorial in his name but to live for today and take care of your device.  You never know how long his life may last.

Later

So much for every day

I have been a very bad blogger.  Very bad, indeed.  Since I have no followers it can't possibly matter that much but still.  I made a promise to myself that I would keep it up but I have failed...well, I have failed me.  Because, again, I am the only one reading this and since I wrote it, I don't feel all that obligated to visit it over and over to re-read it.

Life is pretty good.  My health is improving, which is great, and my marriage is good.  My children and grandchildren are doing well, although it would be nice if they would talk to their mother (Grams) every now and then.  I try to think back on when exactly I fell out of their lives but then I remembered....as soon as they grew up and got their own lives.  They don't need me anymore so they call when they can....See that?  See how I turned this into something super depressing?  I wonder what I am thinking sometimes!  I find me amazing!  Good...a little compliment I have given myself.

I am on a roll.  I think I deserve some dinner for that!

Later....

Or so it seems

In my world, things were great.  At least as far as things go.  Loving husband, 2pretty cute cats and a chubby chihuahua.  Kids grown with families of their own, which is great, two adorable grandsons.  Nearly perfect, really.

Until I stepped in it.  Again.  One would think I would learn but apparently, not so much.

I nee to make a change in my life.  Drastic.  It is the only way I can see getting my happy back.  But not all the way back.  The necessary change will take away one bit of happy but should fix the broken happy.  That makes sense to me somehow.

So, the drastic change began last night and will continue until I fix my mess.  It won't be easy and it most certainly won't be fun but it is for the greater good that I go to battle with my selfish obsession.

Wishe me luck!  I will need it.

Stay tuned...

So, you want to be a blogger...

One might think blogging is a self-serving venture filled with stories and statements about yourself or stories that make you look and/or feel good...but I beg to differ.  I think a blog is merely a way to tell your story, or tell a story, whether it is read or ignored.  I know someone who wrote a blog that turned into a book.  His blog is about his cat.  I have two cats but never felt them especially blog-worthy.  I find just writing random thoughts for the sake of getting it out is perfect for me.

The next random thought will be coming later...probably even later today.

Later... :-)