An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
And isn't it ironic...dontcha think
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought...it figures
Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought"Well isn't this nice..."
And isn't it ironic...dontcha think
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought...it figures
Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay and everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face
A traffic jam when you're already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic...dontcha think
A little too ironic...and yeah I really do think...
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought...it figures
Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out
Yesterday, I had a job interview for a job to dream about. Director of Communications for the Cultural Activities Center, in the next town over. The money is adequate, the benefits are good, they are off more than the banks and they are located less than three miles away from my daughter's school. But the biggest benefit is that I would be hands-on involved with the creation and execution of programs at the oldest continuously run arts council in the country.
I love the arts. Music, theatre, dance and art have always been important to me. To have to opportunity to work in a place where that was our business would almost be as good as being on stage full-time again. And, who knows - with a job like that, who's to say that I couldn't do just that?? I certainly would have time to continue singing in the choirs at TC.
There is but one catch; the job doesn't start until January. Ugh. Six more weeks. Can I wait six more weeks for the job of a lifetime?
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Fun While It Lasted
You know that moment, at the very end of the Truman Show, right after they cut the transmission on the show? Everybody looks at eachother and says, "wonder what's on next?" Well, I closed the book on House Pride on Friday. *sigh* It sure was fun while it lasted. Three months and 630 posts and then I pulled the plug.
Two bull-headed people that wear their hearts on their sleeves and were both convinced in the total rightness of their position faced off. I decided that my time was better spent searching for other endeavors than dealing with the mind-numbingly blind association with the idiotic-Pat Robertson-pseudo-Christians of this world; just because I am uncompromising about my beliefs and that the aspects of my faith are non-negotiable. Well, that and my presence was unwelcome.
The good news is that nobody got hurt. Well, I was more than a little heart-broken at having to say so little to those who I have begun to call friends. There was not really time for explanations; it would have made the immediate situation worse. The biggest disappointment, though, came from the altercation itself. For a person who claimed to be able and willing to discuss sensitive topics as a mature adult, without fear of reprisals or retribution; she proved to be quite unwilling or unable to do just that. Once she heard words that she didn't like; the exchange was over. Her reason shut down and her emotion took over. Which, is quite unfortunate, but a peril one must face in taking on any such conversation. I knew how the scene would end before we even began, but felt compelled to answer truthfully when asked about my beliefs.
Perhaps one day, she'll realize that I am not her enemy and have no desire to be. I love her because she is a divine part of God's creation. Her life choices do not change the truth of the nature of her Creation; nor do they change the reality of the message I tried to convey. She is a person with a heart and a spirit that yearns for the truth of God's love and forgiving grace. I will pray daily for her and that God would, perhaps one day, give me an opportunity to be a true friend to her. One who would encourage her to examine her heart and know the truth. That she would come to know the wonderful promise that is found in grace.
I told Mother though, that it irked me that God would choose to use me to speak the truth in love a WEEK before the Harry Potter: Goblet of Fire Premiere. *pout* Oh well... Night, kids.
Two bull-headed people that wear their hearts on their sleeves and were both convinced in the total rightness of their position faced off. I decided that my time was better spent searching for other endeavors than dealing with the mind-numbingly blind association with the idiotic-Pat Robertson-pseudo-Christians of this world; just because I am uncompromising about my beliefs and that the aspects of my faith are non-negotiable. Well, that and my presence was unwelcome.
The good news is that nobody got hurt. Well, I was more than a little heart-broken at having to say so little to those who I have begun to call friends. There was not really time for explanations; it would have made the immediate situation worse. The biggest disappointment, though, came from the altercation itself. For a person who claimed to be able and willing to discuss sensitive topics as a mature adult, without fear of reprisals or retribution; she proved to be quite unwilling or unable to do just that. Once she heard words that she didn't like; the exchange was over. Her reason shut down and her emotion took over. Which, is quite unfortunate, but a peril one must face in taking on any such conversation. I knew how the scene would end before we even began, but felt compelled to answer truthfully when asked about my beliefs.
Perhaps one day, she'll realize that I am not her enemy and have no desire to be. I love her because she is a divine part of God's creation. Her life choices do not change the truth of the nature of her Creation; nor do they change the reality of the message I tried to convey. She is a person with a heart and a spirit that yearns for the truth of God's love and forgiving grace. I will pray daily for her and that God would, perhaps one day, give me an opportunity to be a true friend to her. One who would encourage her to examine her heart and know the truth. That she would come to know the wonderful promise that is found in grace.
I told Mother though, that it irked me that God would choose to use me to speak the truth in love a WEEK before the Harry Potter: Goblet of Fire Premiere. *pout* Oh well... Night, kids.
Tuesday, November 1, 2005
Stomach Ache
I haven't decided whether or not to go back to bed. My side hurts. I have this little voice in my head (no, not THAT kind of voice) that is rather paranoid and tends to have a tendency to sound like a hypochondriac. Well, this little voice is saying, "it's your appendix." Not that I would know where my appendix is in the first place, but it's where they always point to on the TV shows.
Most likely I slept funny last night and have a "crick" in my back (whatever crick means anyway). So, I'm debating laying down on the couch, putting in one of the LOTR movies and starting a nap. Maybe it'll be such a great nap that I won't wake up until my "crick" goes away. *grin*
I have a job interview tomorrow! I'm excited. It's a construction superintendent position. I would have a list and a schedule and it would be my job to keep everybody on track; building residential homes. How AWESOME would that be? I love the process of homebuilding. I don't want to do new home sales because it is too far removed from the quality part of the work. Like insurance sales, I had to make my living based on what somebody ELSE was doing. If something was messed up, it was probably out of my control but because I was the salesman, I still took the hit. YUCK. Never again, says I.
When my brother and I were children, we would design and then plan the construction of houses. Imaginary, of course, but what fun we had. We would occupy days and days and beg our mother to take us to the home improvement stores so we could get ideas and paint samples and roofing brochures and... Well, you get the picture. As I got older, I realized that architects have to know how to draw and must be very good at math. Not to mention that they design a lot of things other than houses and that just wasn't interesting to me. So, I put those childhood memories and dreams in a drawer.
I know it would be a lot of hard work. I mean, dealing with construction workers (especially since I'm a woman) would be a big job. I probably would have to break down and learn at least a little Spanish (something I've avoided because I was an opera singer and it just didn't seem relevant). Oh, and I might even have to trade in my high heels for ...gulp... boots? *giggle*
I don't know. I think it would be a challenge and talk about tangible results for your work. Gosh, you get to do the final walkthrough of a house that, partly because of your organization, is completed on time and to the quality and specification required? How AWESOME would that be??
I'm a little nervous, too, though because I know NOTHING about construction. Absolutely nothing. My dad came over last night to oil the lock on my front door. He asked me for some pliers. I handed him a pair of my needle-nosed pliers that I use to make jewelry. Hey, they are pliers too, right??? Aren't they all the same?? *grin* So, I would have a LOT to learn. But, isn't that one of my favorite things to do - learn?
So, we'll see.
In other news - I've been made a part of the staff over at House-Pride. *happy dance* I told Kiana that I like to think of myself as laid back and wise because of my age but, in all reality, I'm too much of a type-A to be laid back and my wisdom just (mostly) comes out as hot air. *grin* So, whatever. At least I'm around a lot.
I submitted my entries for the new Interhouse Competition. The challenge was to plan "THE" party of the year. I can't say or give details (obviously) about what I planned, but I had so much fun doing it! I don't even care if I win or not. I enjoyed the planning so much that I printed out my plans and put them in my big idea book; just in case I ever have an opportunity to pull of a (much cheaper) version of my party idea. Talk about fun.
Ah, I've just yawned for the 30th time in a row, so I'm going to finish this up for now and go curl up on the couch. Thus is the life of a bum. blah.
Most likely I slept funny last night and have a "crick" in my back (whatever crick means anyway). So, I'm debating laying down on the couch, putting in one of the LOTR movies and starting a nap. Maybe it'll be such a great nap that I won't wake up until my "crick" goes away. *grin*
I have a job interview tomorrow! I'm excited. It's a construction superintendent position. I would have a list and a schedule and it would be my job to keep everybody on track; building residential homes. How AWESOME would that be? I love the process of homebuilding. I don't want to do new home sales because it is too far removed from the quality part of the work. Like insurance sales, I had to make my living based on what somebody ELSE was doing. If something was messed up, it was probably out of my control but because I was the salesman, I still took the hit. YUCK. Never again, says I.
When my brother and I were children, we would design and then plan the construction of houses. Imaginary, of course, but what fun we had. We would occupy days and days and beg our mother to take us to the home improvement stores so we could get ideas and paint samples and roofing brochures and... Well, you get the picture. As I got older, I realized that architects have to know how to draw and must be very good at math. Not to mention that they design a lot of things other than houses and that just wasn't interesting to me. So, I put those childhood memories and dreams in a drawer.
I know it would be a lot of hard work. I mean, dealing with construction workers (especially since I'm a woman) would be a big job. I probably would have to break down and learn at least a little Spanish (something I've avoided because I was an opera singer and it just didn't seem relevant). Oh, and I might even have to trade in my high heels for ...gulp... boots? *giggle*
I don't know. I think it would be a challenge and talk about tangible results for your work. Gosh, you get to do the final walkthrough of a house that, partly because of your organization, is completed on time and to the quality and specification required? How AWESOME would that be??
I'm a little nervous, too, though because I know NOTHING about construction. Absolutely nothing. My dad came over last night to oil the lock on my front door. He asked me for some pliers. I handed him a pair of my needle-nosed pliers that I use to make jewelry. Hey, they are pliers too, right??? Aren't they all the same?? *grin* So, I would have a LOT to learn. But, isn't that one of my favorite things to do - learn?
So, we'll see.
In other news - I've been made a part of the staff over at House-Pride. *happy dance* I told Kiana that I like to think of myself as laid back and wise because of my age but, in all reality, I'm too much of a type-A to be laid back and my wisdom just (mostly) comes out as hot air. *grin* So, whatever. At least I'm around a lot.
I submitted my entries for the new Interhouse Competition. The challenge was to plan "THE" party of the year. I can't say or give details (obviously) about what I planned, but I had so much fun doing it! I don't even care if I win or not. I enjoyed the planning so much that I printed out my plans and put them in my big idea book; just in case I ever have an opportunity to pull of a (much cheaper) version of my party idea. Talk about fun.
Ah, I've just yawned for the 30th time in a row, so I'm going to finish this up for now and go curl up on the couch. Thus is the life of a bum. blah.
Sunday, October 16, 2005
How Do They Do That??
I was staring out my bedroom window and this squirrel was just FROZEN, with a pecan in his mouth, from the big tree. I had to wonder; how do they do that?? And why, on Earth, was he just frozen there like that?? Did he smell a cat?? Just too cool. Who taught him how to do that? Where was he going?Anyway, just thought I'd post that because it struck me as funny. *grin*
Kitty Cat Games
I'm sitting at my computer, waiting for Baby Girl to wake up. She crawled into bed with me this morning, around 4:30. I think she's getting cold in her bed and so she comes in here. Most nights, when she does it, I'll get up and take her back into her bed and just put the blankets back on her (she wiggles them all onto the floor), but I was just too sleepy last night to do it, so here she stayed. She's so sweet. It's also the only time of day that she's quiet. *grin*
In my room, I have three large windows that look out onto my big backyard. This morning, my "yard" cats are out there. I have these two cats that don't really belong to me, but they've chosen my yard in which to live. It's a big yard and has lots of great hiding places.
At the beginning of the summer, when I first saw them in the yard, they were SO scrawny that I started leaving food out. They wouldn't let me anywhere near them at first but I just waited, and watched. As they became accustomed to me, they would allow me to sit outside and, as long as I was very still, they would come up onto the porch to eat. About a month ago, the male very tentatively walked up to me and sniffed my hand and let me touch him on the head. VICTORY!
So, I've named them - Fred and Ginger. They are a couple, you see. They will walk down the sidewalk with their tails entwined.
This morning, Fred and Ginger are playing chase. Ginger will hide on one side of Baby Girl's playhouse and Fred will sneak up from the other side, behind her, pounce on her and dart away. She then, in turn, will chase him down and "tag" him. And then it starts all over. They've been doing it for about 15 minutes now. Ah, youth... *grin*
Ah - Baby Girl awakes. I'm off to feed the child.
In my room, I have three large windows that look out onto my big backyard. This morning, my "yard" cats are out there. I have these two cats that don't really belong to me, but they've chosen my yard in which to live. It's a big yard and has lots of great hiding places.
At the beginning of the summer, when I first saw them in the yard, they were SO scrawny that I started leaving food out. They wouldn't let me anywhere near them at first but I just waited, and watched. As they became accustomed to me, they would allow me to sit outside and, as long as I was very still, they would come up onto the porch to eat. About a month ago, the male very tentatively walked up to me and sniffed my hand and let me touch him on the head. VICTORY!
So, I've named them - Fred and Ginger. They are a couple, you see. They will walk down the sidewalk with their tails entwined.This morning, Fred and Ginger are playing chase. Ginger will hide on one side of Baby Girl's playhouse and Fred will sneak up from the other side, behind her, pounce on her and dart away. She then, in turn, will chase him down and "tag" him. And then it starts all over. They've been doing it for about 15 minutes now. Ah, youth... *grin*
Ah - Baby Girl awakes. I'm off to feed the child.
Saturday, October 15, 2005
Battlefields and Painted Pumpkins
"Sometimes I just don't understand human behavior" - C3PO (Empire Strikes Back)
I so know how he feels. There are days when I just shake my head at the world and say, "why do people act that way??"
Everywhere we turn these days there are grim reminders that people just don't care about anybody else anymore unless they can profit from it. I don't know if the "good old days" really ever existed or they are just some romanticized version that we've created in our minds but these days are just sad.
I was accused today of being a surface Christian. Instead of respond to them, I just decided to let it go. Because, at the root of their accusation was defensiveness about a TOTALLY unrelated subject. The comment itself didn't hurt me at all; I know it to be false. What hurt me is that I am unable to go to that person and say, "hey, that hurt me." because they will use it to try and manipulate me and gain power over me. What it boils down to is that they don't care that it hurt me unless it can be used to their advantage. It's all about power and control.
I am the kind of person that absolutely hates conflict but sees things in life as very black and white. This is quite often a weakness and I wish I could see those many shades of gray but I just don't. This seems to lead to the inevitable and constant conflict with those who seem to live their lives in nothing but the gray areas.
I just wish that life could be simple. I don't wish for it all of the time; that's just fantasy. But, to be able to ask a question without having words, agendas, insinuations or hidden accusations FORCED by another onto a simple question to make it anything BUT simple.... *sigh* But, I guess that's not going to happen, is it?
Life is war and I just have to get it through my head that there are some things in this life that will always be a battle.
On another, much happier note; we went to our first Halloween party of the year. Baby Girl had a BLAST. She bobbed for apples, painted a pumpkin (she is such a talented artist!), played games and watched the all-time classic Halloween movie, It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown. Who doesn't love that movie?? (Can I just say that Lucy never fails to disturb me??) It was a lot of fun to be with other single parents and give the kids a chance to play and the grown-ups a chance to stand back and watch them have fun in a safe place. I knew she had a good time because she was asleep FIVE minutes after I turned the lights out in her room. What a blast.
I'm pretty tired tonight too; not even the coffee is keeping the yawns away. Think I'll sign off for the night, kids.
I so know how he feels. There are days when I just shake my head at the world and say, "why do people act that way??"
Everywhere we turn these days there are grim reminders that people just don't care about anybody else anymore unless they can profit from it. I don't know if the "good old days" really ever existed or they are just some romanticized version that we've created in our minds but these days are just sad.
I was accused today of being a surface Christian. Instead of respond to them, I just decided to let it go. Because, at the root of their accusation was defensiveness about a TOTALLY unrelated subject. The comment itself didn't hurt me at all; I know it to be false. What hurt me is that I am unable to go to that person and say, "hey, that hurt me." because they will use it to try and manipulate me and gain power over me. What it boils down to is that they don't care that it hurt me unless it can be used to their advantage. It's all about power and control.
I am the kind of person that absolutely hates conflict but sees things in life as very black and white. This is quite often a weakness and I wish I could see those many shades of gray but I just don't. This seems to lead to the inevitable and constant conflict with those who seem to live their lives in nothing but the gray areas.
I just wish that life could be simple. I don't wish for it all of the time; that's just fantasy. But, to be able to ask a question without having words, agendas, insinuations or hidden accusations FORCED by another onto a simple question to make it anything BUT simple.... *sigh* But, I guess that's not going to happen, is it?
Life is war and I just have to get it through my head that there are some things in this life that will always be a battle.
On another, much happier note; we went to our first Halloween party of the year. Baby Girl had a BLAST. She bobbed for apples, painted a pumpkin (she is such a talented artist!), played games and watched the all-time classic Halloween movie, It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown. Who doesn't love that movie?? (Can I just say that Lucy never fails to disturb me??) It was a lot of fun to be with other single parents and give the kids a chance to play and the grown-ups a chance to stand back and watch them have fun in a safe place. I knew she had a good time because she was asleep FIVE minutes after I turned the lights out in her room. What a blast.
I'm pretty tired tonight too; not even the coffee is keeping the yawns away. Think I'll sign off for the night, kids.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
SSSHHHH!! He'll Hear You!
So, the ex calls this morning and says that he likes my blog. No, I don't make a habit of publicizing my blog, but a while back I was teaching myself about feeds and all of that techno-garble and updated my yahoo profile to pick up feeds from here. Well, I forgot all about it until this morning. Nice reminder, huh?? *grin* Oh well.
I re-read the posts and am anticipating a few catty remarks. Nobody likes to hear/read things about them that aren't very flattering, albeit true.
On the subject of my ex, he's actually been pretty nice lately. With the exception of yesterday, which was every bit as much my fault because I have been rather stressed out lately about this whole lack of a job thing, we've gotten along pretty well.
He's stepped up and picked up a few things for Baby Girl's school that, all together, probably would have stretched me a little thin. I thought that was very kind of him, and I've told him that, too.. (see, I'm not a total man-hater)
Anyway, enough about that. Wouldn't want anybody to get any ideas that I might be playing nice. Can't have that. *laugh*
Ok, so I didn't have to stay for jury duty. They excused me on account that I have a three year old and don't always have somebody readily available to see to her. I was a little disappointed that I didn't stay, but reality is reality. I'll have more chances, I'm sure.
On another note, I've just started a new book. Well, two if you consider that I'm also reading another book at the same time. Kooky, huh? Well, I'm reading Son of a Witch by Gregory McGuire; it's the sequel to Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West. WONDERFUL stuff, folks. Really entertaining. Can't wait to really get into it.
The other book I'm reading is an inspirational book. It's called, Instruments in the Redeemer's Hands. It's about how EVERY Christian is called into ministry. Every few paragraphs, I have a "WOW" moment. That's where you put the book down and go, "WOW!!" because you've just read something so prolific that it turns your brain inside out. Consequently, I can only read a few pages at a time because there is so much to absorb.
Anyway, I'm going by the hospital to apply for yet another job. I'll get their attention ONE of these days. *sigh* But I'm not going to let myself get into a case of the "pout, pouts", as Big H calls it. *giggle* That's what he puts on his voicemail because that's what his church kids call him. Isn't that cute?? What a great friend. I was in such a horrible mood last night, when he came by, but he really helped cheer me up. That's what a friend is. I'm so lucky to have him around.
Well, the coffee pot is calling my name in the kitchen. I am helpless to resist it. Later y'all.
I re-read the posts and am anticipating a few catty remarks. Nobody likes to hear/read things about them that aren't very flattering, albeit true.
On the subject of my ex, he's actually been pretty nice lately. With the exception of yesterday, which was every bit as much my fault because I have been rather stressed out lately about this whole lack of a job thing, we've gotten along pretty well.
He's stepped up and picked up a few things for Baby Girl's school that, all together, probably would have stretched me a little thin. I thought that was very kind of him, and I've told him that, too.. (see, I'm not a total man-hater)
Anyway, enough about that. Wouldn't want anybody to get any ideas that I might be playing nice. Can't have that. *laugh*
Ok, so I didn't have to stay for jury duty. They excused me on account that I have a three year old and don't always have somebody readily available to see to her. I was a little disappointed that I didn't stay, but reality is reality. I'll have more chances, I'm sure.
On another note, I've just started a new book. Well, two if you consider that I'm also reading another book at the same time. Kooky, huh? Well, I'm reading Son of a Witch by Gregory McGuire; it's the sequel to Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West. WONDERFUL stuff, folks. Really entertaining. Can't wait to really get into it.
The other book I'm reading is an inspirational book. It's called, Instruments in the Redeemer's Hands. It's about how EVERY Christian is called into ministry. Every few paragraphs, I have a "WOW" moment. That's where you put the book down and go, "WOW!!" because you've just read something so prolific that it turns your brain inside out. Consequently, I can only read a few pages at a time because there is so much to absorb.
Anyway, I'm going by the hospital to apply for yet another job. I'll get their attention ONE of these days. *sigh* But I'm not going to let myself get into a case of the "pout, pouts", as Big H calls it. *giggle* That's what he puts on his voicemail because that's what his church kids call him. Isn't that cute?? What a great friend. I was in such a horrible mood last night, when he came by, but he really helped cheer me up. That's what a friend is. I'm so lucky to have him around.
Well, the coffee pot is calling my name in the kitchen. I am helpless to resist it. Later y'all.
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