Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Thank You, Mr. Obvious
A celebrity rehab reality show is a really.bad.idea.
I'm also disappointed with Dr. Drew for participating.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Overheard at the Pedicure Place
(Alternate title): Why I Should Not Join Conversations That Don't Include Me
(The news has a story about the Colts and Peyton Manning's picture pops up on TV)
Young guy doing T's toes, to T: Peyton, he's getting old.
Me: Old? He's not getting old.
Young guy, to T: He is old - he's in his thirties, isn't he?
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Planes fly sluggishly,
passengers' stomachs and hearts
heavy heading home.
Monday, November 19, 2007
I Love Me
I'm tired and I have to get up early tomorrow morning, as I must every working day for the rest of the calendar year if I want to come in over the year's billable hour goal. In fact, tomorrow I have to get up extra early, to give my folks a ride to the airport. (I'd say 4:45 qualifies as early, wouldn't you?)
So, what am I doing at 9pm? Preparing to go to sleep? Not quite. I'm drafting my annual "I Love Me" memo. Every year our Associates Committee strongly encourages each associate to submit a memo summarizing his or her accomplishments for the year and anything else the committee should consider in the annual evaluation process.
I'm all for trying to convince folks that I did a decent job this past year, but there are also a gazillion things I'd rather be doing right now (including sleeping) besides sitting here patting myself on the back in the form of a memo.
Also, your password will expire in 9 days.
Bits and Pieces
Sunday Night TV: 60 Minutes, Amazing Race, Cold Case. Good stuff. An indulgence I typically allow myself.
Commercials: I don't like watching characters made out of mucus running around on my TV screen. On the other end of the spectrum, the ad about the dude in Vegas who lost $5,800 on his first day cracks me up.
Movies: I'm excited about The Mist. I was a huge Stephen King fan in grade school, and The Mist was a good story. I hope it's not too corny, as many of his stories-turned-movies are. I'm also hoping to see Lions for Lambs soon.
Thanksgiving: I don't much go for traditional Thanksgiving fare. I do, however, like taking a day off to gather with my family to relax and hang out.
Football: Adam Vinatieri is going to cause me to have a stroke.
Horoscope: T read me my horoscope Saturday. I don't remember the exact wording but the gist was a warning to avoid the temptation to be lazy and to instead take care of any "chores" that needed to be done. After spending several hours with T, my sister, and my wonderful nieces (thanks, Bob!), I spent the rest of the day doing nothing more than being lazy. I hope some cosmic force isn't out there waiting to punish me.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
T has been 16 years old since April. She's been adamant about wanting to get a job since she was 15. We'd talked about it several times, and each time I told her I was not going to let her get a job. I explained that I wanted her to focus on school (which has been and continues to be challenging since she started high school), and that she should enjoy her freedom from work for a long as possible - she has her whole life to have to worry about work, no sense in rushing things.
Buying a second car cast things in a different light for me. Making the extra car payment and paying the increased insurance is tough, but the real challenge is coming up with gas money for all the places she wants to go. I pay for her gas to and from school, and she must pay for anything above and beyond that. In theory. She has money from occasional babysitting jobs, she's getting paid to work (backstage) for a couple of shows out of her school's auditorium, and I've created a chart of chores she can do around the house, along with the amount of money I'll pay her for doing them.
But she needs a job, a real job. Initially, I thought of it as a way for her to earn a little spending money. But I've come to realize that the spending money will be the least of the benefits. T remains certain that she wants to go to college on the west coast, in Washington. In just a couple of short years, she intends to pack up and move over 2,000 miles away. It's high time she learn how to budget, how to handle money and a checking account, and generally learn the life lessons that come with work.
She has a couple of applications in, and now that her school's fall performance is over and done, she will likely search in earnest. It's scary to think of my child subject to the things that go on in the "working world," but I'm glad her first exposure to those life lessons will occur while she is still here living with me. Hopefully I can help her navigate her way through the inevitable trials before she moves beyond my reach.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Match Made in Heaven
I was in my office working the other day when my phone rang. It was a good friend of mine who works at my firm.
K's friend: Hey. I'm calling to see if you have a picture of yourself I can send to this short fat 26 year old I know so I can set you up with him. Interested?
K's friend: Which part doesn't sound appealing? He might be 27.
K: If he's short and fat and funny like Jack Black, I'm interested. Is he like Jack Black?
K's friend: Mostly I was just thinking that he would like you.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Sis, can you spare some change?
Before arriving at work, I had to swing by the downtown post office to get some stamps and deposit a few bills to go out first thing tomorrow morning. As I pulled into the parking lot, I noticed a scraggly looking guy hanging out not far from the main entrance. I purposely parked away from him and headed for the other side of the entrance. Undaunted by my attempts to avoid him, the guy called out to me: Sis, can you spare some change? Without letting him tell me what he needed the change for, I hastily answered: Sorry, not today.
I bought my stamps, slid my bills down the big drawer marked "stamped mail", and left the post office. The truth is, I have lots of loose change in my purse with which I wouldn't have minded parting. The problem is, I get a little scared in these and similar situations, especially when there isn't anyone else around.
I'm not a wimp and I have regularly and without qualm visited some neighborhoods that I'll bet some of my female friends would refuse to venture into without an escort. (Long ago, both because my ex lived in one such neighborhood and because it was part of my job as a home health aid. More recently, to interview folks as part of my guardian ad litem duties).
But when I'm approached by someone who appears to be, for lack of a better word, a vagrant, I get a little skittish. If I were a big burly guy, I think I would most often hand over whatever change I had to spare and be one my way. Alas, I'm not, so I'm left nervously looking over my shoulder and trying to put distance between myself and the other person.
It's not ideal, but it's what I do. I try in my everyday life to operate by the golden rule, to treat others the way I would like them to treat me. I'm not always successful, but it's a goal I continue to try to achieve. These encounters with others less fortunate with me always leave me feeling like I've miserably failed a test, a test for which there will be no extra credit opportunities.
Are You Ready for Some Football???
Whatever the outcome, today's game promises to be exciting. I'm at work, and the drive through downtown Indy took me past a ton of Colts fans and even a few brave Pats fans. I plan to knock out some work and then join my family to cheer on our boys in blue.
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