Jami Then I’ll get my full 8 hours and not have to dip anymore into my PTO, since that’s slim pickens.
Jami Doesn’t that sound like a country singer?
Denise I think it is
Jami Slim Pickens
Jami Is it?
Jami Good evening folks! Tonight for your listening pleasure, I introduce… SLIM PICKENS! (pause for crowd to go wild)
Denise crickets chirping
Jami Nah, with a name like that, [...]
Archive for August, 2007
Slim Pickens
Posted in Weird Conversations on August 31, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Ow.
Posted in Girlie Complaining on August 30, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
No really, I mean it! OW!
This morning, I decided to curl my hair for no particular reason other than to be able to say I’d used my brand-new, industrial strength curling iron. *sigh* It’s black and gold and has an extra long tangle resistant cord… a true thing of beauty. *sigh again*
Well, I typically scrunch [...]
Sephora Euphoria
Posted in Old Favorites on August 27, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
August 2006
My husband and I took the kids shopping for school clothes last night. He, like any good dad, opened up his wallet and handed over the contents, to the tune of $350 bucks each. I cannot remember my mom EVER giving me that kind of money, but let’s not quibble. Anyway, we sent them [...]
Just Not Playing the Game
Posted in Things to Ponder on August 27, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
My friend is in a fairly miserable mood again today, and you know what? I’m not. I’m just not playing that game today. Life is good. My kids rock. I’m still in love with my spouse. I have more junk than most third world countries, combined, and I have a well-paying job where my biggest [...]
Ode to My Push-Reel Mower
Posted in Farmgirl, Poems on August 24, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Splintered handle, rough and blister inducing
Flywheel with semi-rusted, finger cutting blades
Foot fueled, back powered
Energy derived from sweat and muscle and swear words
You won’t beat me, I’m stronger than you are
Though I’m younger and possibly less stubborn
But I’m a granola eating, tree hugging girl
Saving the planet, one tank of gas at a time
Brain Like a Bouncing Rubber Ball
Posted in Various and Sundry on August 24, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I’ve got just a couple random, disconnected thoughts to share today.
Yesterday on my way home, I noticed a woman standing waiting to cross the street with that oh-so-common hip-slung stance. You know what I’m talking about if you’ve ever seen a female standing still for any length of time. Foot kind of forward, hip shot [...]
Ladies Room Etiquette
Posted in Girlie Complaining on August 22, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
It seems to me that there are a few gals out there who need to brush up on their ladies room manners. No, I’m not going into any grotesque notions that men would surely venture into. I’m talking about personal space.
Yesterday, I was in the second to last stall, after skipping a stall next to [...]
Success
Posted in Various and Sundry on August 21, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Just a thought…
Today, I was thinking about how in this country, we try to cram more stuff into less time to create bigger successes and what do we actually get from all this stressful living?
The need to work harder to cram more stuff into less time to create bigger successes.
Maybe we ought to rethink “success” [...]
Familiarity
Posted in Old Favorites on August 21, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
…breeds contempt. Someone said that, though I’m not sure who and I’m too lazy to look it up today. Anyway, in some ways I agree with the sentiment, and in a multitude other ways, I do not.
While familiarity may not actually generate genuine feelings of contempt, familiarity absolutely causes a loss of a certain degree of [...]
Doing It All for My Weigh-in
Posted in Weight Watchers Journey on August 21, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
There is no better time to get off my ass and get moving, eat healthy, enjoy life than RIGHT NOW.
That means I drag my ass out of bed at 5:00 every morning because I have to get some exercise.
It means I eat vegetables and drink 50 gajillion ounces of water every single day, even if [...]
