Finally Friday

It's Finally Friday Y'all and I am happy about it. Its been a good day and I'm tickeld about it. I'm even willing to overlook the dreary grey skies and 3/4 of an inch of rain that fell overnight and is still falling as we speak, and the cold temperatures that are going to come later.
The day started out wonderfully because I got to sleep in for an extra 45 minutes this morning. Then when I got to work my dear co worker and friend made breakfast for all of us. It was a scramble of eggs, sausage, (straight from his farm) onions, peppers and cheese and it was delicious. I keep asking him to marry me but I think his wife would woefully object. Then the boss brought in donuts to thank everyone for doing such a good job. (is it any wonder my ass is so big?) Then a good friend who I haven't talked to for a while called and chatted and we got to catch up for a bit. The kidlets are coming tonight and I don't have to work tomorrow. It might all go down the crapper in a minute but for now, I'm calling it a good start. What makes you happy on Friday?

Finally Friday by George Jones

I got a hundred dollars smokin' in my billfold

I know I oughta save it but it's burnin' a hole

Right through my pocket and into my skin

Come Monday morning I'll be broke again.

It's finally FridayI'm free again

I got my motor running for a wild weekend

It's finally FridayI'm outa' control

Forget the workin' bluesAnd let the good times roll.

I got a little sugar baby down the road

She's sittin' on a radio and rockin' on roll

We'll dance up a storm and later all night

We'll be workin' on doin' all the wrong things right.

It's finally FridayI'm free again

I got my motor running for a wild weekend

It's finally Friday I'm outa' control

Forget the workin' bluesAnd let the good times roll

Monday, I'll be hurtin with my head in a vice

Tuesday, I'll be wonderin' if I'll ever survive

Wednesday and Thursday, I'll be slowly tunin' in

Friday, I'll be revin' up my motor again.

It's finally FridayI'm free again

I got my motor running for a wild weekend

It's finally FridayI'm outa' controlForget the workin' blues

And let the good times roll.

It's finally FridayI got my motor running for a wild weekend

It's finally Friday Forget the workin' blues

And let the good times roll...

Tax News

Stimulate me!

If you're interested in learning about President Obama's Making Work Pay Stimulus Plan, check out this website:
www.digits.hrblock.com

Will someone please tell Spring that we are tired of waiting?

Today is February 24th, 2009, year of our Lord, Amen. There are 24 days until the official first day of Spring, which is March 20th. It is supposed to be getting warmer, the grass is supposed to be getting greener. Robins are supposed to be migrating back north. I'm ready to plant flowers and sit on my porch swing with a big old glass of iced tea.

When I woke up this morning the temperature was a whopping 10 degrees. In addition to being c.o.l.d. I was not a happy camper! I'm tired of snow and cold.

So, if you happen to see Spring lurking around somewhere, would you tell him (or her, what ever the case may be) to hurry it up? The Ohioans need to thaw out.

Something I must know

Is it just me, or does does country singer Jason Michael Carrol look like the lost brother of Hanson? You be the judge:

Taylor, Isaac and Zac

Hanson

Jason Michael

Carroll

Things that are on my desk

I readily admit that my desk and my office are a MESS. I have paper and folders everywhere and the floor needs swept. While I was looking at my organized (HA!) chaos this morning I realized that I have some strange, out of place things on my desk so I thought I would share them with you. If I knew how to upload photos, I would post a photo of it, but I don't, so I won't.

I have:
A Bob Marley "Survival" CD
Tax instructions
A Harlequin Secret Romance Book
Every Day with Rachel Ray magazine
A half full coffee cup
A packet of ketchup
A check
A bottle of lotion
A business card for a Mary Kay consultant
A toothbrush (wouldn't my dentist be proud?)
A golf ball
A sketch of my next tattoo
AND...a yard of red taffetta ribbon.

Is it any wonder that I never get anything done?

What is on your desk?

Friday the 13th

I'm a mildly superstitious person, but not in the normal sense. I believe in strange superstitions. I NEVER put shoes on a table and I NEVER rock an empty rocking chair. It's bad luck at a baseball team if you get up to go to the bathroom when your team is at bat. I don't know where I picked those up but I did.

In honor of Friday the 13th, I'm posting some Stevie Wonder Lyrics.

Hope you don't have any bad luck today, Watch out for black cats, don't walk under any ladders or break any mirrors. And throw some salt over your shoulder , just to be safe.

Very superstitious, writings on the wall,
Very superstitious, ladders bout to fall,
Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin glass
Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past.
When you believe in things that you dont understand,
Then you suffer,Superstition aint the way
Very superstitious, wash your face and hands,
Rid me of the problem, do all that you can,
Keep me in a daydream, keep me goin strong,
You dont wanna save me, sad is my song.
When you believe in things that you dont understand,
Then you suffer,Superstition aint the way, yeh, yeh.
Very superstitious, nothin more to say,
Very superstitious, the devils on his way,
Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin glass,
Seven years of bad luck, good things in your past
When you believe in things that you dont understand,T
hen you suffer,Superstition aint the way, no, no, no

POST SCRIPT:

Check out this website for some fun and funky superstitions

http://www.corsinet.com/trivia/scary.html

A Letter to a Loved One

February 11, 2009

Dear Mark,

It has been one year ago today that I lost my best friend, my biggest cheerleader and my husband. The best part of me went with you. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you or miss you or wish you were here. I tried to save you, I truly did. I would have given anything at that moment for you to open your eyes and draw another breath.
If I had only known that morning what was to come, I would have done a million and one things differently. But, how were either of us to know that a bowl of oatmeal would be your last meal, or that you singing to the dogs would be the last thing I would remember, or that “Bye mommy, see you later, love you” would be the last thing you would say to me?
Planning your funeral was the most bizarre and painful thing I have ever had to do. How was I supposed to know what kind of flowers to choose, or what to have the minister say? How was I supposed to pick out the clothes you would wear for the very last time? I remember saying to Mitchell, “What can I bear to part with?” As I got ready to go to the funeral I looked in the mirror and thought, “This is like getting ready for a last date, instead of a first date.”
I clearly remember thinking to myself, “How and I ever going to survive this year?” Well, this has truly been the year I wasn’t myself. I wonder if you would even recognize the person I’ve become. There have been times when I was stronger than I ever thought I could be and there were times that I felt so broken and shattered that I couldn’t even function. I wonder if you would be proud of me for surviving or if you would be disappointed in the choices I’ve made.
It is a great comfort to me to look at your ashes. Troy told me that if the time ever comes when I’m ready, that he knows the exact spot to spread them. He said you always called that place on the Licking River “magical”. I hope you forgive me if that time never comes.
I don’t know how much more I can say. Just please know this: You are missed deeply by me, your pets, your family, and your friends. We were all touched by your presence and we are all affected by your absence. Thank you for being such a wonderful influence.
I hope that you are having lots of good blue days filled with big sacks and limits.
Always,
Amy Jo

I don't ever want to feel like I did that day.

Take me to the place I love, take me all the way

My beautiful, thin, fun friend Diana often posts song lyrics on her blog
(http://diana-mm.blogspot.com/) and last week she had Everyone’s Free to wear Sunscreen by Baz Luhrman. Personally, I think this is a wonderful bit of wisdom. If you’ve never heard/read it before, check out her blog.
I was in a strange emotional place when I read this and it got me to thinkin’. (Why, yes, I DO speak hillbilly. Thanks for asking) I have lived a thousand lives in my lifetime and have been through more than most people can ever even imagine, and I have learned from it and it has changed me. If I could offer up for the whole internet to read bits of indispensable wisdom that I have learned in my 37 and a half year journey, what would I say? (I know, I had a similar post a month ago. I’m doing it again. Sorry. I warned you that I was in a strange emotional place.) So, this is what I would say:

Have at least one friend that you know you can count on for anything, at anytime. If you’re lucky, you’ll have two.
Have at least one close friend of the opposite sex.
Don’t waste your time or someone else’s. Be efficient.
Sometimes, doing nothing is what you need to be doing.
Never underestimate the power of great sex.
If you find something you enjoy, ENJOY IT!
When you do something, do it all the way.
Dance every chance you get, even if it is in your very own kitchen.
Visit New York City at least once.
Have a pet, and make them part of your family.
Accept compliments and criticisms graciously.
Sometimes you need to argue with your significant other, just so you can make up.
Buy yourself expensive lingerie and wear it.
Don’t be afraid to try something new.
Things that keep you awake worrying at 3 am won’t be changed by the worrying or the lack of sleep.
Never try to change someone else. You won’t have the time or the energy to do it and they won’t change anyway.
Look at every opportunity – good or bad- as a unique possibility to learn something.
Be goofy every once in a while.
Things that can’t be bought with money are PRICELESS.
Take what you do seriously but never take yourself seriously. It makes you old.
Things have a way of working themselves out. Let them.
Trust that you are where you need to be.
Laugh out loud in public.
Learn how to ASK for help, and how to ACCEPT it.
Say no, and mean it.
Celebrate the small things and make ordinary things special
Make memories every chance you get because some day they are all you will have.
Write REAL letters, with paper and an envelope, or send someone a card in the mail.
Hug children with both arms and don’t be the first person to let go.
Listen with your eyes and your ears.
Learn how to balance your checkbook, change a tire, install a light fixture, unclog a drain and cook at least one fantastic meal.
At least once in your life, spend $100 on a meal and don’t feel bad about it.
Never ever feel bad for eating birthday cake, especially if it is your own.
Have a porch swing and sit in it often.
Take bubble baths.
And finally….LOVE.

The End of a Very Long Week

Have you noticed that I haven't posted anything for a while? Long story, but, it's Friday and am I ever glad about that. Its been a long and trying week and I'm ready for it to be over. My sweetie was in a car accident and ended up in a trauma care unit due to a head injury. I was given a lovely blue citation from the nice folks at the Ohio State Highway Patrol. It's cold and snowy. Work is nuts. I'm tired of dealing with idiots. And did I mention, I'm tired of dealing with idiots?



But on the bright side, the temperature is supposed to rise, the kidlets are coming tonight and we have been missing them badly. We didn't see them last week because of the accident. I get a day off on Sunday (my first day off since Jan 4).



Warning, I'm about to digress for a second....
Last week I was visiting some of Sweetie's family with him and they have a sweet little baby who I am just stupid-in-love with. I would be perfectly content with doing nothing but sitting and holding that baby for hours on end. It occurred to me, while I was doing just that, that it is so strange that everything can be up ended and chaotic all around you and all it takes is one small thing to shift your focus and give a new purpose to your stress filled life.


So, this Sunday morning, I am going to make breakfast for my kidlets and we are going to sit around in our pajamas and eat pancakes with whipped cream and blueberry syrup and then we will cuddle up on the couch with a dog and a blanket and watch SpongeBob until I can feel every ounce of intelligence run out of my brain, and I am going to have my focus shifted.



I wish there was a way to bottle that feeling up.

What shifts your focus when you're stressed out?

Post Script

Sweetie is recovering nicely and should be able to return to work next week. The vehicle was a total loss but the insurance company has been fantastic.