I SAW THAT!
WAR DAMN EAGLE!!
Saturday, September 24, 2016
Sunday, September 11, 2016
Saturday, September 10, 2016
Have You Forgotten?
Every year at this time, I repost my own 9/11 story. I would copy the whole thing into a text box and then have to go thru and insert the spaces.
This year, I just don't have the energy to deal with all that so I will just post the link so you can read it HERE.
Never Forget.
This year, I just don't have the energy to deal with all that so I will just post the link so you can read it HERE.
Never Forget.
Thursday, September 8, 2016
I Am Not Alone
Today this article popped up on my home page.
I knew that I was not the only blogger who has shared raw and unabashed emotion on their blog regarding being the victim of a lowlife cheater with a porn addiction. Glennon Doyle Melton 's experience with this very painful part of her life is now a book! From the article it sounds as if she was actually given the chance to heal her marriage, as the article quotes the low life porn addicted cheater as well. How nice.
I will have to pick one up.
I knew that I was not the only blogger who has shared raw and unabashed emotion on their blog regarding being the victim of a lowlife cheater with a porn addiction. Glennon Doyle Melton 's experience with this very painful part of her life is now a book! From the article it sounds as if she was actually given the chance to heal her marriage, as the article quotes the low life porn addicted cheater as well. How nice.
I will have to pick one up.
Wednesday, August 31, 2016
Happy Birthday Mom
Once upon a time we didn't quite see eye to eye (read: 15 to 18) but I can't even imagine going one day without speaking to her. She has always had my back, and has always been in my corner.
She also knows when I need a little extra love.
Case in point: I have been having a rough week. I admit I have never handled change well. The restructuring of my office has put me in a tizzy this week. Then I get THIS surprise!
Needless to say, the rest of my day was sunny!
Sunday, August 21, 2016
They Say At the End of the Rainbow...
...you will find a pot of gold.
Actually, you will find my Mom.
Saturday, August 20, 2016
Moving Day
Today was the day I had been dreading for about 2 months. Moving day.
They are restructuring our office area. They are putting personnel from two other departments into our office space. In order to do that. we are having to clean out our workstations and reduce everything down to fit in a 4 foot work area with little of any storage.
So, I am loosing my office.
No one in my office is happy. Least of all me. I have been in my office for over 10 years now. That is a lot of crap built up over the years that I have to move. I spent the last 8 hours purging a lot of paperwork and nick-nacks.. It hasn't been easy.
I boxed up the pictures of my children. The ones that reminded me of why I was working so hard. Working hard to make ends meet, while simultaneously being betrayed by the one I loved the most. The little things that people gave me along the way. The countless penguins that those around the office gave me for different occasions, all because they knew that I liked them. The holiday decorations that I had stored away to decorate my little corner of the world.
The paperwork from countless doctors appointments for each of my children, signed and filed away each in a neat little file with their name on it. The copy of the court order granting us custody. The further I got in my desk, the more stuff I unearthed. The insurance papers from replacing our roof after the tornado. The pictures of the damage. A copy of our marriage certificate that I had provided for the insurance.
Coming across a file filled with the cards from flowers that my seemingly loving husband had sent me over the years, brought everything to a halt. I thumbed through them, remembering how happy each one had made me. Written on the back of each card, all signed "With all my love," was a detailed description of each arrangement. Obviously trying keep me distracted as he cheated his way through our 17 year relationship. I laughed as I thought about how much better my life is, now that he is gone.
Now just scraps of someone else's life.
I loaded the car with what needed to go home. All my awards and trophies. I made quite a dent, though I am far from finished. What remains is manageable over the next few work days.
Moving forward once again.
After all, life without change is dead.
They are restructuring our office area. They are putting personnel from two other departments into our office space. In order to do that. we are having to clean out our workstations and reduce everything down to fit in a 4 foot work area with little of any storage.
So, I am loosing my office.
No one in my office is happy. Least of all me. I have been in my office for over 10 years now. That is a lot of crap built up over the years that I have to move. I spent the last 8 hours purging a lot of paperwork and nick-nacks.. It hasn't been easy.
I boxed up the pictures of my children. The ones that reminded me of why I was working so hard. Working hard to make ends meet, while simultaneously being betrayed by the one I loved the most. The little things that people gave me along the way. The countless penguins that those around the office gave me for different occasions, all because they knew that I liked them. The holiday decorations that I had stored away to decorate my little corner of the world.
The paperwork from countless doctors appointments for each of my children, signed and filed away each in a neat little file with their name on it. The copy of the court order granting us custody. The further I got in my desk, the more stuff I unearthed. The insurance papers from replacing our roof after the tornado. The pictures of the damage. A copy of our marriage certificate that I had provided for the insurance.
Coming across a file filled with the cards from flowers that my seemingly loving husband had sent me over the years, brought everything to a halt. I thumbed through them, remembering how happy each one had made me. Written on the back of each card, all signed "With all my love," was a detailed description of each arrangement. Obviously trying keep me distracted as he cheated his way through our 17 year relationship. I laughed as I thought about how much better my life is, now that he is gone.
Now just scraps of someone else's life.
I loaded the car with what needed to go home. All my awards and trophies. I made quite a dent, though I am far from finished. What remains is manageable over the next few work days.
Moving forward once again.
After all, life without change is dead.
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