RIP Leslie Nielson

"Always leave them laughing when you say good-bye" ~ George Cohan

"I am serious... and don't call me 'Shirley'."

Thankful

I am thankful for my husband of 18 years.

I am thankful for his patience, his kindness, his strength, and his love.

I am thankful for my beautiful, smart, funny daughter.

I am thankful for my clever, funny, crazy son.

I am thankful for my parents.

I am thankful for my sisters.

I am thankful to have a roof over our heads and food on our table.

I am thankful to have a job when so many do not.

I am thankful for friends that laugh with me and comfort me when I cry.

I am thankful for wine.

I am thankful for coffee.

I am thankful for books.

I am thankful for hope.

I am thankful for sunny days.

I am thankful for rainy days.

I am thankful for warm showers.

I am thankful for the smell of baking pumpkin pies.

I am thankful cuddling with my hubby.

I am thankful for every happy moment.

I am thankful for all the bumps along the road that helped make me who I am today.

The Hardest Words

"I'm sorry" and "I love you". Two phrases that can change everything.

That's my current Facebook status. And it's true. Two phrases we all need and want to hear. However we either don't say them enough, or we toss them around so much that they lose thier power.

When was the last time you said "I'm sorry" or "I love you" and really, really meant it with your whole heart and soul? Maybe today should be the day...

The Flip Side

A few days ago I blogged about feeling 16 again when I spend time with my parents and wondering why that is. In the past day or two, I have managed to get the reverse image of that coin.

The male offspring isn't feeling well. And even though he's 12 and a half years old - almost a teenager - when he's sick, I suddenly go back to feeling like he's my little sweet 4 year old boy. I want to coddle him and comfort him. I want to let him sit in my lap and cuddle him. (but of course he would just squish me if we tried it.) ; )

It's Bad Enough...

It's bad enough that after 11 1/2 years my job is still considered a "temporary" position.

It's bad enough that because of this my position is "eliminated" and then "reopened"; so that I am "rehired" each year.

It's bad enough that after 11 1/2 years I make the same hourly wage as someone who started a few months ago... thanks to the whole "temporary" thing.

It's bad enough that I will now technically be supervised by someone with far less experience, knowledge, and training specific to my work than I have

It's bad enough that policies prevent me from being able to fill that particular position.

It's bad enough that I will be expected to help train this person to take on duties and responsibilites so that they may correctly and efficiently do this position.

When does "bad enough" become just too bad to handle anymore?

Sixteen Again

What is it about being around your parents that can make you feel like the last 20+ years never happened?  My mother visited this past weekend.  It was nice to see her.  But it was all very familiar.  A million questions... just like when  used to want to go out with my friends.  Worrying about every little thing.  Glancing across the couch at my computer screen... just like listening in on my phone calls back when.  I guess it's true... no matter how old you are, you are aways your mother's baby. 

Long time... No blog

(Not sure why, but couldn't post to my blog for THE longest time. Sorry 'bout that!)

Tired tonight.  Wondering what to write about...

Fun Halloween.  Good birthday.  Sushi lunch.  The Domestic Diva's family gave her a Nook for her birthday. YES!!!