Are you excited?
High FiveI thought this was kind of fun (Don't worry there is something for those of you that are lefties and those of you that have had industrial accidents).
What do you say?
I know I don't usually talk about things that matter on my blog so I thought I would give it a try, you know, just to do something different.
Today I sent out a sympathy card to a high school boyfriend because I just found out that his mother past away. While looking through the card selection at Walgreens, I had a hard time finding a card that didn't mention God or have a scripture quote. The reason I was looking for one is because I know that he is not just non-christian but anti-christian. I didn't want to seem like I was exploiting the opportunity to mention prayer and God because that certainly was not my intention. Even after all of that looking, in the card I wrote that we are praying for him and his family (just because he doesn't believe that it will do anything doesn't mean we aren't praying).
It is hard enough to find something comforting to say to someone that has hope of seeing loved ones again in Heaven but what do you say to someone with no hope? I honestly don't know how I would have gotten through my father's death (and I am still going through it) without that hope and comfort from God.
The card has already been sent but I want to know if any of you have gone through anything like this. Have you ever had to congratulate or console someone that doesn't believe and if so, what did you say? I felt like mine sounded so lame.
What do I Really Want?
Can you see it? Focus your eyes as if you are looking at something far away and stare at it. If you need to, click on the picture and you can see it bigger then cross your eyes until they hurt.
My Butt Hurts
ANDREA
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Roller skates
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I have to sit on a pillow.
It was our friend's birthday last week and she thought it would be fun to have all of us dress up in our best 80s styles and go roller skating. It sounded like fun at the time.
I remembered clinging to the sides of the rink when I was a child at the Golden Skate for birthday parties and I remembered that I had fallen a few times. The part that I didn't put together before going this last weekend is that when you are young, you are smaller, you are closer to the ground and you weigh nothing. Things have changed- oh how they have changed.
I was on my second lap around the rink and of course I have been gripping the side the whole time but you know how they have those openings for people to come on and off the floor? Yeah- the areas with no place to grip- that is where I fell and I fell hard. I had to sort of scoot myself off the floor so as not to be run over by the little kids (or the big kids). From there on out my sweet husband and I played Skee ball and that police shooter game and watched people go flying by painlessly.
You could say I had fun. You could not say that I had a painless night but you could say I had a fun night.
No Freakin' Way!
This HAS to be a joke!
Genpets
I Feel Sick
I know I have been gone for a while. Please forgive me.
Why do jobs have to suck so much? Right now I feel like crap. My job does not require that I stay busy all day. Mostly, I need to be available to answer the phones and show the apartments, order some supplies and schedule people to come and fix what needs fixing.
But then- Then everything happens at once. All of the sudden, I am forced to run around like a chicken with my head cut off. I have been doing my job the way "they" told me to and using what little resources I have been provided to get the job done. Now "they" are all pissed faced because things are not exactly the way "they" want it. "They" need to either give me more resources to get things done or be happy with the way things are.
The pressure is so bad right now that I feel physically ill. I am waiting for "them" to come and judge. In the mean time, I am rushing around trying to pull in those resources so that they can rush around before "they" get here.
Oh yeah- the dog. That is how I feel right now- like the ugly dog.
