Thursday, November 13, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
Hanging with the Boys
Liquid dinner for all the family.
Today, my eldest child was told they were laid off. My third child is only working part time-ish and my hubby has been lopping heads right and left in his department and *I* was told in a lengthy meeting that making money for the company is BAD! Huh??
Some strange cosmic energy construed to have us all come together at the same time in the afternoon at the house and the first thing on everyone's mind was 'HAPPY HOUR'. (A strange term when you think about it)
Thankfully(?) I live a few blocks from a bar and we walk down and stagger home now and then, so we all wandered down the road and took up a table next to the guest lobster. (they take guesses as to his weight and whomever gets closest takes the lobster home, dead or alive. Tonight he was 5.1 lbs) It didn't take too long for us all to be a little loose and we started toasting.
"Here's to not being allowed to make money for the company!"
"Here's to the economy!"
"Here's to MOM and her plot for world domination!" (my personal favorite of the night)
It was an interesting experience and one of the more relaxed times we've had as a family lately. I really enjoyed myself.
When Happy Hour was over, the bar cleared right out and we took our time in the clear, crisp night air to waddle home. Tipsy family time... you gotta love it!!
Today, my eldest child was told they were laid off. My third child is only working part time-ish and my hubby has been lopping heads right and left in his department and *I* was told in a lengthy meeting that making money for the company is BAD! Huh??
Some strange cosmic energy construed to have us all come together at the same time in the afternoon at the house and the first thing on everyone's mind was 'HAPPY HOUR'. (A strange term when you think about it)
Thankfully(?) I live a few blocks from a bar and we walk down and stagger home now and then, so we all wandered down the road and took up a table next to the guest lobster. (they take guesses as to his weight and whomever gets closest takes the lobster home, dead or alive. Tonight he was 5.1 lbs) It didn't take too long for us all to be a little loose and we started toasting.
"Here's to not being allowed to make money for the company!"
"Here's to the economy!"
"Here's to MOM and her plot for world domination!" (my personal favorite of the night)
It was an interesting experience and one of the more relaxed times we've had as a family lately. I really enjoyed myself.
When Happy Hour was over, the bar cleared right out and we took our time in the clear, crisp night air to waddle home. Tipsy family time... you gotta love it!!
Monday Monday..
I'm up early after being up late, trying to catch up on a few odds and ends before a work meeting today. I've been summoned to the great castle in the city to get chewed out for sure. That's what happens when you are successful when you weren't supposed to be.
Or maybe I'm just stressing, but don't you hate it when they demand a meeting and won't tell you why? It did cross my mind that perhaps the executioner was also being summoned to the castle and my head is gonna roll, so that's swirling around in my mind as well. Not much I can do about it if that is the case, though I'd be very upset. Seems like everywhere you go in this kingdom there are lopped off heads all around you.
Or maybe I'm just stressing, but don't you hate it when they demand a meeting and won't tell you why? It did cross my mind that perhaps the executioner was also being summoned to the castle and my head is gonna roll, so that's swirling around in my mind as well. Not much I can do about it if that is the case, though I'd be very upset. Seems like everywhere you go in this kingdom there are lopped off heads all around you.
Friday, November 7, 2008
The World's Most Perfect Food
Uncooked chocolate chip cookie dough.
What is it that makes this such a delicacy? Is it the texture? The creaminess with the hard, slightly bitter chocolate bits? Is it the thrill of knowing you are eating raw eggs and living on the edge, just by doing so?
Whatever the elusive draw is, I succumbed to it today. I bought a bucket of cookie dough to make cookies for a party I'm invited to. I know.. I know... why not bake my own from scratch, right? Well, I have in the past, but I'm a bit scrunched for time, so I thought I would use this as a way of helping myself out. And helping myself is what I've done. I've helped myself to a few spoonfuls of gooey, decadent, raw cookie dough and it was heavenly!
I guess that was my sugar for the day.. so sadly, no TGIF for me tonight. But that's ok.. it was worth it!
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
My New Brother
Over the weekend there was a conversation that discussed, among other things, rejection, which no one does well with.
Years ago,RO,(that's the name I came up with, btw, to describe the person who recently pulled a mental fast one on me)told me my family had really fucked me up. Not that I'm looking to blame my family for everything, but I must say it did set the tone for some other choices. Even though my parents did an excellent job of instilling responsibility and morality in us kids, they also weren't very lovey-dovey and were sarcastic and critical and didn't mind telling you all of your flaws.
RO said that was mentally abusive.
Sibings were never emotionally close, no one was in that family, and as time went by, siblings became even farther apart. Parents passed away and siblings descended into the dirty world name calling and choosing sides. All glove were off, the parents were no longer there to hold control. In the end, my brother excommunicated himself from the sisters. Not that the sisters are banded together or anything, he just decided we weren't his family and up and stopped talking to us. Just cut us off.
RO said he was an asshole.
One sister kept trying to keep the others together.( Can you guess which one?) Frequent attempts to arrange dinners, emails and invitations to parties were made. One sister or the other might attend and it was always just a little too inconvenient to show up. With all that difficulty in trying to put things together, that one sister gave up. In one year, she lost all of her family, or the remnants of what she'd hoped was her family.
RO said that was fucked up and mocked the sisters who couldn't be bothered.
Fast forward about 6 years. RO meets a girl, CM. RO has been part of my family for almost 2 decades at this point. In my world, I was happy RO had found someone and was looking forward to adding to what I had felt was my family. I was nervous and excited to meet her, since EVERY PHONE CALL she had been friendly and engaging and said kind things. I had hoped I found another friend. Man, was I WRONG!! CM talks to me a few times and decides that she doesn't like me and never wants to speak to me again and has RO call to tell me this, 1 day before we were all supposed to meet for dinner. RO had also become distant and unfriendly. WTF?
RO had insisted that nothing would ever come between our friendship. I was a fool and believed it.
After that phone call, RO hasn't spoken to me unless I've sent some kind of work related or separation message. (Accounts to be dissolved and such)
So, if my family was mentally abusive, fucked up, and my brother was an asshole, all by not talking to me, rejecting me and not being emotionally involved, then what does that make RO, but yet another brother.
Years ago,RO,(that's the name I came up with, btw, to describe the person who recently pulled a mental fast one on me)told me my family had really fucked me up. Not that I'm looking to blame my family for everything, but I must say it did set the tone for some other choices. Even though my parents did an excellent job of instilling responsibility and morality in us kids, they also weren't very lovey-dovey and were sarcastic and critical and didn't mind telling you all of your flaws.
RO said that was mentally abusive.
Sibings were never emotionally close, no one was in that family, and as time went by, siblings became even farther apart. Parents passed away and siblings descended into the dirty world name calling and choosing sides. All glove were off, the parents were no longer there to hold control. In the end, my brother excommunicated himself from the sisters. Not that the sisters are banded together or anything, he just decided we weren't his family and up and stopped talking to us. Just cut us off.
RO said he was an asshole.
One sister kept trying to keep the others together.( Can you guess which one?) Frequent attempts to arrange dinners, emails and invitations to parties were made. One sister or the other might attend and it was always just a little too inconvenient to show up. With all that difficulty in trying to put things together, that one sister gave up. In one year, she lost all of her family, or the remnants of what she'd hoped was her family.
RO said that was fucked up and mocked the sisters who couldn't be bothered.
Fast forward about 6 years. RO meets a girl, CM. RO has been part of my family for almost 2 decades at this point. In my world, I was happy RO had found someone and was looking forward to adding to what I had felt was my family. I was nervous and excited to meet her, since EVERY PHONE CALL she had been friendly and engaging and said kind things. I had hoped I found another friend. Man, was I WRONG!! CM talks to me a few times and decides that she doesn't like me and never wants to speak to me again and has RO call to tell me this, 1 day before we were all supposed to meet for dinner. RO had also become distant and unfriendly. WTF?
RO had insisted that nothing would ever come between our friendship. I was a fool and believed it.
After that phone call, RO hasn't spoken to me unless I've sent some kind of work related or separation message. (Accounts to be dissolved and such)
So, if my family was mentally abusive, fucked up, and my brother was an asshole, all by not talking to me, rejecting me and not being emotionally involved, then what does that make RO, but yet another brother.
Monday, November 3, 2008
What's the difference?????
Please explain to me, why it's perfectly fine for pictures of GW Bush to be posted around the web being compared to a chimpanzee making funny faces and the major majority of the comments think that it's hilarious and right on the money, yet a similar comparison of Obama is made to Curious George and the comments are derogetory to whomever posted it? As if posting the similar features of Obama and Curious George is somehow MORE demeaning than posting pictures for GW and a chimp. I don't quite get it.
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