So there are so downfalls to working where I do. The boss is crazy. I'm a den mother to 13 grown-up-boys. The work load can get very heavy with the seasons. And there are some good things about my job.
There are often deer outside my window. Free plants needing a new home. Work Cat! Wearing jeans when ever I feel like it. And no one being in the office to bug me while I work. (Or play on the computer.)
And today, I took off my bra. I am at work, bra-less! It's a new bra that needs to be washed and banged against a rock before I wear it again. It itched, chafed, poked and all the other horrid things that they can do. And I had it. I couldn't sit anymore trying to ignore it. So, I took it off.
Work cat doesn't seem to care. And no one else knows.
Hehehehehehehehehe.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
I have an Opinion
I have an opinion. It is mine. It's not right or wrong. It's just my opinion.
I've let this get me down long enough. For a few weeks now, I've been tip-toeing around the elephant on the knitting table. I've become paranoid that something I've said has offended every living thing in a five mile radius. Or, at least my simply being, has offended a few. Since there was no grown up discussion about it, I am left to wonder what it is about me that is so horrible. I am afraid to say the wrong thing to the wrong person. I am afraid that having a frank discussion with another person, alienates others. I've been feeling that everyone would be happy if I just stayed home. Because there is something wrong with my personality. What is so horrible about me?
And today I realized. Nothing. This is me. Good, bad, flakey. Take it or leave it, but I won't wonder if the group wants to vote me off the island anymore. If they don't want me, then they can be grown-ups and ask me to stop coming. And I will respect their wishes. But I'm not going to walk on eggshells any more becasue of a few folks who have decided that they want to separate in a manner that can only be called juvenile. (I recall this happening in 6th grade) That is their choice. Fine.
Someone told me that I wasn't their friend. Ok, I will not force myself on them, and I haven't. I have respected their wishes. One person posted that they want to focus on other areas of their life. Perfectly understandable. I have respected this person's wish and not pried. I'm not their mother or spouse, it isn't my business if they don't want to talk to me. (and yet now they wonder why no one has pried?!)
These people seem not to care about the hurt they have caused others by their pursuit of martyrdom. In their self-righteous snit, they have hurt and alienated people who have never been anything but nice to them. And I don't count myself as one of those number. I am sure I've said something offensive. I have my own opinions and not everyone agrees. Got help the world if that ever happened! So, I am sure that I am one of who they refer to as "mean girls." As the proclaim they only want honesty in their clandestine group's self-description. I say, have at it. But it was childish to remove the main group's logo and alter the name as you removed yourself from the group. There is honest for you.
They are gone by choice. I am not. I will not wonder anymore. I do not care anymore. I will be myself and not afraid. If someone takes issue with an opinion of mine, please speak to me, I rarely bite.
ps-Thank you Katrin for the debate. I honestly enjoyed it.
I've let this get me down long enough. For a few weeks now, I've been tip-toeing around the elephant on the knitting table. I've become paranoid that something I've said has offended every living thing in a five mile radius. Or, at least my simply being, has offended a few. Since there was no grown up discussion about it, I am left to wonder what it is about me that is so horrible. I am afraid to say the wrong thing to the wrong person. I am afraid that having a frank discussion with another person, alienates others. I've been feeling that everyone would be happy if I just stayed home. Because there is something wrong with my personality. What is so horrible about me?
And today I realized. Nothing. This is me. Good, bad, flakey. Take it or leave it, but I won't wonder if the group wants to vote me off the island anymore. If they don't want me, then they can be grown-ups and ask me to stop coming. And I will respect their wishes. But I'm not going to walk on eggshells any more becasue of a few folks who have decided that they want to separate in a manner that can only be called juvenile. (I recall this happening in 6th grade) That is their choice. Fine.
Someone told me that I wasn't their friend. Ok, I will not force myself on them, and I haven't. I have respected their wishes. One person posted that they want to focus on other areas of their life. Perfectly understandable. I have respected this person's wish and not pried. I'm not their mother or spouse, it isn't my business if they don't want to talk to me. (and yet now they wonder why no one has pried?!)
These people seem not to care about the hurt they have caused others by their pursuit of martyrdom. In their self-righteous snit, they have hurt and alienated people who have never been anything but nice to them. And I don't count myself as one of those number. I am sure I've said something offensive. I have my own opinions and not everyone agrees. Got help the world if that ever happened! So, I am sure that I am one of who they refer to as "mean girls." As the proclaim they only want honesty in their clandestine group's self-description. I say, have at it. But it was childish to remove the main group's logo and alter the name as you removed yourself from the group. There is honest for you.
They are gone by choice. I am not. I will not wonder anymore. I do not care anymore. I will be myself and not afraid. If someone takes issue with an opinion of mine, please speak to me, I rarely bite.
ps-Thank you Katrin for the debate. I honestly enjoyed it.
Friday, March 25, 2011
The Weekend Awaits
Ah, Friday. One of the great days of the week. If done well, it is the closing of all the week's activities, the completion of work for some of us. For Friday brings in the joy of time to be spent living. Closing out the work week and leaving it behind, no stress or homework to take home.
Friday is the great exhalation of the week. Letting it all go. For this is the day that the animal chained to a desk, changes and becomes the person that people like. You remember to laugh. That frustration is pointless and stress accomplishes nothing. Hope for a enjoyable weekend blooms like flowers in the spring; and if there are flowers blooming, then so much the better!
Plans for the weekend are made, friends are called, meals and gatherings anticipated.
And when the boss calls on Friday afternoon, no one faults you for not answering.
Friday is the great exhalation of the week. Letting it all go. For this is the day that the animal chained to a desk, changes and becomes the person that people like. You remember to laugh. That frustration is pointless and stress accomplishes nothing. Hope for a enjoyable weekend blooms like flowers in the spring; and if there are flowers blooming, then so much the better!
Plans for the weekend are made, friends are called, meals and gatherings anticipated.
And when the boss calls on Friday afternoon, no one faults you for not answering.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
The thing about the ring...
My ring is beautiful. And like our relationship and the two people involved in it, my ring is unique. One of a kind. So, in answer to curious questions, yes it is all those colors. It is a color changing sapphire. In daylight and uv, it is green. In incandescent light, it is a deep purpley-red. My sweetie knows me so well. :)
Daylight
Inside
Now I can cry for other reasons!
Now I can cry for other reasons!
Monday, January 31, 2011
Of all the things to cry over...
A ring. My engagement ring. Did I loose it? No. Chewed up in the garbage disposal? Flushed down the toilet? Bartered it for yarn? No. I can't, because I can't pick one out!!
And yes, I'm crying over it. Full blown tears. I could no sooner pick a favorite star in the heaven than choose. They are all lovely. I would love any of them, provided that they come with the same man attached.
I do not care what it costs, so I happen to like an inexpensive stone. Is that really so bad? How much money he spends on me does not tell me how much he loves me. I understand that he wants it to be a perfect ring of my dreams. But here is the truth, in 5-10 years we women won't feel the same way about a shiny and a hunk of metal but we will love the man more than when he gave it to us. It's the thought and surprise behind it. In the end, it's a crystalline structure suspended by metallic fastenings over a wearable structure.
It is a symbol that I belong to one man, that he has my heart and that he belongs to me, and I have his heart. But that is all it is. Even with out it, that connection is there, and THAT is what I care about. I feel that I am letting my sweetie down by not being able to decide. I am sitting here in tears crying, diamond or sapphire? Setting?
He has a friend's friend named Roci in the diamond district of NY. I am getting very close to driving up there to tell him to shut the hell up. He wants to sell a diamond. That is what he does. He does not carry emeralds and sapphires, those aren't his trade, but he could. But really, shouldn't you get your girl a diamond? "It's more bang for your buck!" I'll give you bang, buddy. You know what? I don't care about your buck!
I don't plan on selling it. I plan on wearing it until someone pries it off my cold, dead lifeless body to pass it on to a new generation in the family. What makes a heirloom? One that I wear even if it has a chip of glass in it. Because it is the love and the story behind it that makes it special, not it's monetary worth.
I'll cry a little more. Eat some chocolate ice cream, and flip a coin. Maybe I'll make a mini-ball of cashmere lace weight and affix it to a ring and soak it in varnish. The ultimate knitter's engagement ring!
And yes, I'm crying over it. Full blown tears. I could no sooner pick a favorite star in the heaven than choose. They are all lovely. I would love any of them, provided that they come with the same man attached.
I do not care what it costs, so I happen to like an inexpensive stone. Is that really so bad? How much money he spends on me does not tell me how much he loves me. I understand that he wants it to be a perfect ring of my dreams. But here is the truth, in 5-10 years we women won't feel the same way about a shiny and a hunk of metal but we will love the man more than when he gave it to us. It's the thought and surprise behind it. In the end, it's a crystalline structure suspended by metallic fastenings over a wearable structure.
It is a symbol that I belong to one man, that he has my heart and that he belongs to me, and I have his heart. But that is all it is. Even with out it, that connection is there, and THAT is what I care about. I feel that I am letting my sweetie down by not being able to decide. I am sitting here in tears crying, diamond or sapphire? Setting?
He has a friend's friend named Roci in the diamond district of NY. I am getting very close to driving up there to tell him to shut the hell up. He wants to sell a diamond. That is what he does. He does not carry emeralds and sapphires, those aren't his trade, but he could. But really, shouldn't you get your girl a diamond? "It's more bang for your buck!" I'll give you bang, buddy. You know what? I don't care about your buck!
I don't plan on selling it. I plan on wearing it until someone pries it off my cold, dead lifeless body to pass it on to a new generation in the family. What makes a heirloom? One that I wear even if it has a chip of glass in it. Because it is the love and the story behind it that makes it special, not it's monetary worth.
I'll cry a little more. Eat some chocolate ice cream, and flip a coin. Maybe I'll make a mini-ball of cashmere lace weight and affix it to a ring and soak it in varnish. The ultimate knitter's engagement ring!
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Cat Toy
Had I known...
So I spent hours crocheting a flower out of copper and silver wire for my hair complete with an orange rhinestone in the center. In the end, it did not resemble a flower so much as a shiny bug.
And there was no way to keep the cat away from it. So I have given up trying, it is her most favoritest toy at the moment and gets carried everywhere she goes. I'm so glad my "talent" isn't wasted.
So I spent hours crocheting a flower out of copper and silver wire for my hair complete with an orange rhinestone in the center. In the end, it did not resemble a flower so much as a shiny bug.
And there was no way to keep the cat away from it. So I have given up trying, it is her most favoritest toy at the moment and gets carried everywhere she goes. I'm so glad my "talent" isn't wasted.
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