Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Storage

He: Can we buy this container?

Me: It's kinda big and awkward.  What would we use it for?

He: We can put our fresh vegetables in it.

Me: We have a whole drawer in the fridge for fresh vegetables.

He: We can put celery in this one.  It'll keep it from getting all wilty. 

Me: Okay.

The box is completely empty, btw.

Monday, January 02, 2017

Goofy reasons for being awake at 2:45am

Because I woke from a dream about conspiracy theories and was pretty sure my cat was in on something suspicious.


Sunday, December 25, 2016

Christmas with Adult Children

Somewhere, parents are being woken up by children excited for Christmas.
It seems not so long ago that we were those parents.

Today, WE will be waiting eagerly for our two sons to wake up.
They've given us permission to rouse them at 10am if they're not up yet. :-)

Merry Christmas and/or a Happy Celebration of any sort, my friend.
Life is good.

Friday, December 23, 2016

The Damn "Christmas Shoes" song

Six years ago this month, my sister called me to tell me she had decided the fight was over and she was not going to take anymore cancer treatments.  Instead, she was going tospend the rest of her time on earth enjoying her family as much as she could.

She died two weeks after Christmas.

Never once before or after my sister's death has that damned song "Christmas Shoes" brought me comfort.
I wish IT would die.

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Thanksgiving Eve

The Husband just announced, "We're having Chinese for dinner so we're hungry by tomorrow!"

Sunday, November 20, 2016

One small step for Roses, one giant leap for Future Roses

The class assignment is to pick one of four chapters in the Corporate Communications textbook and thoroughly answer all the questions at the end of the chapter.

My goal for today was to simply skim the 4 chapters and decide which one had the easiest questions to answer.
Baby steps, you know. First get to know the questions, then let the questions roll around in my head, then compose the answers another day.

I found the chapter I wanted to work on (Technology Processes) and reviewed the questions.  Pretty simple questions, but there were some terms I wasn't familiar with, so I skimmed the text to find them and highlighted them to make them easier to find later.

In the process of looking for those terms, I got an idea for one of the answers and pencilled it in the margin.  Ran out of room in the margin, so I fetched a spiral notebook and jotted down more detailed notes.

Since I had the notebook open and the notes started, I figured I'd go ahead and outline the rest of the questions.  You know, as long as I had momentum going, might as well give myself a head start on the next step, right?

Long story long, I ended up reading the whole chapter (a full week before we'll review it in class) and composed all the answers in the notebook.

Aside from typing it, this assignment is done.

Boom.

Future Roses is gonna LOVE my ass. :-)


Monday, November 14, 2016

Klingons

While plucking burrs off my jacket, microscopic bits of sharp, clingy debris fluttered into my bra.

Not cool, Mother Nature.
NOT cool.

Sunday, November 13, 2016

Off Target

I bump into a classmate on the other side of campus.

Me: Hey, I saw you at work earlier this week, but you looked busy so I didn't say anything.

She: (blank look) At work?

Me: You work at Target, right?

She: Oh, you're thinking of the other girl in class.  I did work at Target once, though.

Me: Once, but not Monday?

She: Right.


Saturday, November 12, 2016

Vocational choices and job security

Younger Son is on a path to a PHD in psychology.
Elder Son is on a path to video production.

On the surface, one would think Younger Son has the better career path.
But who knows?

Three of my four siblings had stable union jobs in the auto industry with pensions and Insurance while the Husband and I scraped by in radio broadcasting.
When the economy crashed in 2008, suddenly the Husband and I were the only ones who weren't worried about losing our jobs or being forced to move across the country to keep our jobs.

So, what if the Husband or I had chosen "real jobs" like my siblings?  Sacrificing what we wanted to do for what seemed like a more secure, better-paying job wouldn't have lasted.
We'd have ended up with unsatisfactory jobs and no security anyway. Why not just do the thing that brings you joy?

I believe a person should follow their dreams and passions when it comes to employment.
You just never know how it's going to shake out.

Wednesday, November 09, 2016

Happy Pills

I'm at the pharmacy to pick up a handful of prescription drugs to hold me over until my mail-order medication arrives.  That's right.  I had forgotten to call in a refill until the day I had taken the last pill.  Life happened.  So here I am begging my pharmacist to "help me out" and give me "a fix" for just a few days.
It just so happens that I know the pharmacist well enough to know he's got a fabulous dry sense of humor, and he knows me well enough to know I'm as silly as a cartoon.

It's late, there's no one in the store aside from the pharmacist (He), his assistant (She), and me (Me).

He:  You can take a seat while I fill this out for you.
Me:  (leaning on the service counter)  No.  I'm gonna wait right here.  AND I'm gonna make a scene.

The assistant laughs.
Time passes; no scene is made.

When my prescription is ready, the assistant rings it up and I give her money.  The pharmacist invites me to the Consultation Area (designed for privacy so a customer can ask the pharmacist questions discreetly).  Our entire very private conversation goes like this:

He:  Here are your pills.  There are ten in the bottle.  Any questions?
Me:  No.
He:  Okay.
And he puts the bottle in a little bag and pushes it across the counter to me.

This is when the assistant calls to me.  Apparently, we had skipped a step during the payment process.

She:  Oh, Roses!  Can I get your signature?
Me: (clutching the little pharmacy bag)  No!  I got what I came for!  You get nothing!  Mwah-ha-ha!
He:  Okay.  Now you're making a scene.

:-)