Bow before royalty.
Sunday, September 30
Rockstar
I walked into the bathroom stall door yesterday. I have a bruise on my forehead. I am a rockstar.
Thursday, September 27
New Technique
During rush hour traffic, when you are the third car back in a lane that ends after the traffic light you are at, the following ritual will ensure that you are first. Stomp on the gas with your right foot, brake with your left foot and pound your horn while your left blinker is activated. If you do all of these at the same time, everyone will be completely stunned and you will get through the traffic light first.
Wednesday, September 26
Wednesday, September 19
Gossip Girl
Apparently people have been talking about how good this show was going to be. These people are wrong.
Setting: Rich high school. Characters: Popular crowd and alternative crowd. Background: Rich girl comes back to town amidst drama.
I want to know who thinks we need another teen drama show. I want to know who cast a woman with crow's feet as a 17 year old. I want to know how I can get that hour of my life back.
Setting: Rich high school. Characters: Popular crowd and alternative crowd. Background: Rich girl comes back to town amidst drama.
I want to know who thinks we need another teen drama show. I want to know who cast a woman with crow's feet as a 17 year old. I want to know how I can get that hour of my life back.
Vacation
I get vacation for my birthday. Kari and I will be heading up north and relaxing like it's going out of style. I wish it was now..... t minus 4 days.
Monday, September 17
Dine Out For Diabetes
Wednesday 9/19, 4p-9p at Pizzeria Piccola in Wauwatosa. 50% of the profits and all of the tips will go to JDRF. Kari will be a server of some sort.
Thursday, September 13
Oops?
Me: You get to sit?
Her: Huh?
Me: You get to sit while the rest of us get to stand? Really? *walks away*
Her: *crying*
Manager: I wish I could be mean like you.
Her: Huh?
Me: You get to sit while the rest of us get to stand? Really? *walks away*
Her: *crying*
Manager: I wish I could be mean like you.
Tuesday, September 11
I didn't believe Jackie when she called. I may even have hung up on her, causing her to call me a second time. I wanted to sleep in before starting my office hours. I turned on my TV like she asked me to. When I could finally shut my mouth, the tears came.
And then I realized that 366 women would be reacting to everything. I went to my office and started talking to my hall director. We had the news on. There were emergency staff meetings. Office phones were used for the fifteen or so women to keep trying to reach their families in New York. A prayer service was held in the hall. I heard about another attack in Pennsylvania, but no one could tell me if it was in Philadelphia or not. Classes were canceled. Everyone gave blood. The tears didn't stop.
A girl on my staff finally heard that her folks were fine. We were relieved with her. My friend was still trying to find out if his firefighter father was ok. We cried with him. The Pennsylvania plane landed far away from Philadelphia. I cried with relief.
The news looped the attacks like instant replay. I cried for two whole days. The tears stopped long before the news stopped. Classes began again.
Today, the tears visited once more. I cannot dishonor the memory of our heroes and citizens by not being sad. Nor will I let myself forget.
And then I realized that 366 women would be reacting to everything. I went to my office and started talking to my hall director. We had the news on. There were emergency staff meetings. Office phones were used for the fifteen or so women to keep trying to reach their families in New York. A prayer service was held in the hall. I heard about another attack in Pennsylvania, but no one could tell me if it was in Philadelphia or not. Classes were canceled. Everyone gave blood. The tears didn't stop.
A girl on my staff finally heard that her folks were fine. We were relieved with her. My friend was still trying to find out if his firefighter father was ok. We cried with him. The Pennsylvania plane landed far away from Philadelphia. I cried with relief.
The news looped the attacks like instant replay. I cried for two whole days. The tears stopped long before the news stopped. Classes began again.
Today, the tears visited once more. I cannot dishonor the memory of our heroes and citizens by not being sad. Nor will I let myself forget.
Monday, September 10
Sunday, September 9
MAM
This is Georgia O'Keeffe's painting called "It was red and pink". It spoke to me today at the Art Museum as extremely wonderful and feminine. I stumbled across it on the top floor of the main museum after viewing the Pisarro exhibit.On the Pisarro exhibit, I am having trouble separating my feelings for the people at the exhibit and the paintings. The people were rude, arrogant, pushy and obnoxious. The paintings were amazing. The exhibit covered Pisarro's works 1864-1874. It was wonderful to see his transformation from the paintings that society wanted, to painting what he wanted. I couldn't get close enough to read any of the plaques. However, I think he loved winter and hated the industrial revolution. He wasn't afraid to use a traditional technique and a new technique in the same painting. I found the paintings that involved pointilism and wide brushstrokes to be his most genius. I didn't see any of the influence of Judaism, as I thought I would. I know that he grew up in a Jewish home, but was an atheist in his adulthood. I wonder if the lack of influence was a conscience snub to all religions.
Friday, September 7
Wednesday, September 5
Sunday, September 2
Paper, please!
When I go to the grocery store, I choose paper. I know that both plastic and paper can be recycled. I am more likely to remember to put the paper bag in the recycle bin than the plastic bag. So I choose paper.
Today, I purchase a few groceries to tide me over to next big grocery excursion. The bagger picks up the milk and I say, "Paper, please!" as she hovers the milk over the plastic bag. She literally drops the milk, sighs heavily, rolls her eyes, then dramatically digs for paper bags. The whole time, there is a stack of paper bags on the counter. She finds more and throws them onto the other bags, sighs again, and bags my groceries.
Wow, that was some hard work she had to do!
Today, I purchase a few groceries to tide me over to next big grocery excursion. The bagger picks up the milk and I say, "Paper, please!" as she hovers the milk over the plastic bag. She literally drops the milk, sighs heavily, rolls her eyes, then dramatically digs for paper bags. The whole time, there is a stack of paper bags on the counter. She finds more and throws them onto the other bags, sighs again, and bags my groceries.
Wow, that was some hard work she had to do!
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