Tuesday, October 03, 2006

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3
Oct
2006

3DayMom Walk for Breast Cancer Cure

3 Day Mom Logo If you didn't already know, Colleen is partipating in a 60 mile 3-Day walk for The Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation this weekend in Philadelphia. She is very close to her goal of $2200 in pledges, so if you can help out, please visit her 3DayMom site for information and the link to donate.

Good luck this weekend, Colleen!

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Sun
10
Sep
2006

Shindig at LaLa’s

I almost forgot to write about this. Laura had a little gathering at her house Friday night to celebrate Colleen being in town. I was lucky enough to be invited. Except for a brief passing at WalMart one morning, I hadn't seen Laura in person since her wedding last September. I'm such a chicken about social gatherings and since Marcus couldn't go with me, I almost didn't go. I'm glad I kicked myself in gear, because I had a good time! I only briefly met Colleen at the wedding, though I've been to her site a zillion times. It was good to see her. She taught me how to do a knit stitch. Yay!!! Laura's husband, Paul, is quite the handyman. He built an awesome outside grill, complete with a sink! I'm so jealous of it. They have a gas fire pit that we all sat around, drank and roasted marshmallows and hot dogs. Hopefully, soon, one of the two of them will post pictures!

Note to self
: find font for headers that has punctuation.

Monday, August 14, 2006

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14
Aug
2006

For My Crackpot Friends

I just got this email from a dear friend and it made me misty. I had to share.
An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, but the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.

After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house."

The old woman smiled, "Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?" "That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them."

"For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house."

Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.

So, to all of my crackpot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!

Saturday, June 03, 2006

Sat
3
Jun
2006

A Decent Day

I had a pretty darned good day today. A whole lot better than yesterday. I was so depressed and anxious by the time I got home from work yesterday that all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry.

I went to Platt College's graduation today since the last of my friends there were graduating. It's always good to see the staff there. The guest speaker was Colorado State Representative Debbie Stafford. I'd never heard of her before today, even though she represents a portion of Aurora. She was a great speaker and her story made me cry a lot. She's suffered a whole lot more hardship than I ever have and she didn't let it hold her back. I was so moved by her that I sent an email to her office when I got home this afternoon. After the ceremony, I had a really long lunch visit with my friend Chrissy. We sat at Panera Bread chatting for a good 2½–3 hours. It felt really good to have a thought-provoking, intelligent conversation with someone other than Marcus. I really need to get out more. About the only socializing I do anymore is dinner once a week with Mike and Nina and a meal out with my dad once or twice a month. I really don't have much in common with the people I work with and most of our conversations are small-talk.

I'm torn about what to do with this stupid job I have. I only went to work three days last week. Monday was Memorial Day and I totally blew off work on Thursday. It's hotter than crap in my office because we have no air conditioning or blinds on the windows. There was no work to do, so I surfed the Internet for two solid days. Friday I worked on some web coding on my portfolio site trying to get my web skills back up to par. I need to work on that stupid Filemaker database, but it's really hard to work on it when everybody there is totally inconsiderate and keeps interrupting me with stupid stuff (like just yelling out of the blue to break the silence or cranking separate music sources to see who can play it loudest). If I don't get out of there soon, I'm going to be too deep into the cycle and won't be able to leave until mid-July. It sucks that in the three weeks that I've been job-hunting, I haven't even been called for an interview. I think I know one reason why: it's summer and all of these corporations can get by on the cheap by hiring interns. They'll work for free/peanuts for the whole summer until school starts again. A saying I've been pondering lately is "Leap and the net will appear." Should I just give my two week's notice now? That's risky. I figure I'd only have to work 20 billable hours a week to match what I make now with no commuting expense. Maybe I could find something part-time to do to remain sociable and keep learning new skills. I gave a business card to one of my friends today that may have some work that we can collaberate on. I hope something comes of that. I don't know...just thinking out loud.

Oh, well. I'm going to go to bed and sleep on it.

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Wed
10
Aug
2005

They Say It’s Your Birthday

Happy Birthday, Dave! Hope you had a good day and didn't work too hard. (See, I didn't forget!)

I'd tell y'all to go wish him a Happy Birthday, but Marcus has never taught him how to access his blog. Maybe you could all just leave him a comment here instead. I know he lurks here.