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{August 11, 2015} I miss wearing dresses!

Did I really just say that?

I’ve always enjoyed wearing dresses and skirts, here and there, I enjoy getting dressed up and going out, it’s fun and flirty. When I started with my company, I wore dresses sometimes when I taught class, even in the winter, I love my knee high boots.

When it got warmer, I don’t think I wore pants more than five times, it’s dresses four to five days a week, I get to wear heals and show off my gams. I even wear them on the weekend sometimes, it’s just easier!

Now that I am doing support in the hospital, it’s slacks, blouses and close toed shoes. I will say that I’m glad I’m wearing pants and long sleeves and some sweaters, hospitals are very cold places. But…

darn it…I miss wearing dresses!

{August 8, 2015} Ouch…twisted again..seriously???

For of you that know me, you know my ankles suck, yes, I said suck. Sorry.

Once again, I turned my ankle. We are up in New Hampshire with friends of PSM’s and we went for a hike. There are 3 families with a total of five kids, one dog and the two of us.

We went about half way, found a swimming hole, everyone had a good time, I’m not sure who had more fun…the kids or Mollie!

On the way back, rolling alalalalong and OUCH! Foot turns, ankle rolls under and I almost go down, almost…

That hurt a lot. I am tired of my weak ankles. I know I am kvetching, in Yiddish that means complaining, but I’m tired of it. I never know when it’s going to happen.

But, everyone was very nice and helpful, someone gave me a tree branch to use as a walking stick, PSM held my arm, when we got back to the house, people helped me ice and elevate my ankle and everyone, including some of the kids asked how my ankle was, very thoughtful.

So, I know I can’t get replacement ankles, just going to have to figure out how to save them!

{August 7, 2015} C’mon…Really? Move over an inch!

Do you think your car is that special?

I cannot stand when people take up two parking spaces, even more so when it’s not anything special. I don’t like it when it’s a Porsche or corvette or whatever. You don’t deserve two spots.

As we all know, I la la la love my car, Annie the Beetle Bug and to keep her from getting nicked and scratched, I park her at the far end of the parking lot, giving me a better chance of not being parked next to anyone. Problem solved!

When you take up two spots, you’re just screaming I think my car is better than yours. Or…you just can’t park!

{August 6, 2015} 1000 Posts – OMG!!!

I have written 1000 posts! Can you believe it!

It’s amazing! I have done one thing 1000 times! And you’ve been reading it all along! Wow!

They say it takes 21 days to form a habit, and baby, it’s a hard habit to break! I mean it! When I decided January 6, 2013 that I was going to blog every day, I was really hoping I would keep that promise to myself. When I started my blog in 2009, it was just a way for me to express myself, a little bit of therapy, but then in 2013, it was something different and became something more.

Then it was one day, then two, then twenty one, then all of a sudden, it’s one hundred, then two and now it’s ONE THOUSAND! Who knew I could do it! Well, I’m sure my dad would say he did, thanks daddy!

There have been a few days I was too tired, so my posts might say “I’m sorry, I’m too tired, but here’s your post”! I’ve woken up in the middle of the night realizing “Oh No! I didn’t blog!” And proceed to write a post. Then there are other days I’m so sorry I have fallen asleep in the middle of blogging, wake up and finish. Then there have been 3 times [i am pretty sure it’s only been 3] that I have fallen asleep or forgotten altogether, mostly fallen asleep and missed it, but I’m pleased to say only 3 times! That;s not too shabby.

My friends and family have fallen under it’s spell and follow my blog every day and you know you’re in that group, thank you!

I can’t always think of what to write, I know you find that impossible to believe, but some of my posts that come very late at night, that’s because I can’t always think of something, but on the other hand, I blog late because that’s when I started and it feels wrong to blog before the sun goes down or 10pm. There’s that 21 days to form a habit thing again.

August 4, 2015, I had 1000 posts, go me! And go you for reading it. There is a part of me that thinks if you weren’t reading it I would still write, because, after all, it started out just for me, but on the other hand, well, who are we kidding, I’d keep writing, I like it and I like thinking of new and goofy things to talk about.

Wow, 1000 posts, here’s to the next 1000, stick around, it’s bound to be a fun ride!

{August 5, 2015} Chutzpah

Chutzpah is a Yiddish word meaning audacity, cheeky.

This is something you exhibit, maybe you’re being a little cheeky, obnoxious. It also has good and bad connotations. On the good side, maybe you did something brave, took a chance…on the negative side if you do something that people can’t believe you even opened your mouth or even attempted.

Perfect example…I heard a story about someone who was on a team, actually the team lead, and they had a shift where they were in charge of the entire team, and the shift happened to be overnight.

The chutzpah comes in when this person’s manager was out to dinner and saw that person out and about, when they should have been at work leading their team. Now, it was perfectly acceptable for him to have gone out to get some dinner, maybe be gone for maybe 30 minutes to an hour at the most. Now this manager saw him not only having dinner but locking lips with some random person, moving on into the night club and to his car until about 12:30 a.m.

When we was approached by his manager, he didn’t see anything wrong. [Let’s just say he is no longer on the project]

That, my friends, is chutzpah.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chutzpah

{July 31, 2015} Would you believe I missed it by this much?

I really need to stop underestimating the Boston traffic!

I’ve told you how I just made it by the skin of my teeth a few times recently, well, this time did not work, pook. I was trying to make it to Amtrak and catch a train that was leaving at 3:24pm. I left the hotel at 2:15, I was only going about 17 miles. I was deceiving myself apparently.

My GPS also took me off the highway to help avoid some traffic, but get this, I ended up back on that very highway, huh? I got to the train station just in time…to miss it! I pulled in and parked and ran, let me tell you, I do races, but I’m not a runner and I ran. Just as I was running up the stairs to go up and over, I watched the train pull away…nooooooo!

Pook.

I went to the lobby to rebook my ticket and while I was talking to the agent, the next train left, what? Ok, so I am now booked on the 4:29 and let me tell you, I was out on the platform at 4:20, I was not missing it. And I didn’t! Yeah!

Blech is gone and I’m ready for a great weekend!

{July 29, 2015} Falling asleep on the sofa

Sometimes it just feels right.

I was sitting in front of the sofa working thinking about laying on the sofa and how it might be nice to sleep that way. I sat up on the sofa and put my head on the arm rest and all of a sudden I woke up with a jolt, jumping up, where was I? But boy, it felt good.

So, here I sit talking to you, very tired, which is rare at this hour, thinking about my options…laying on the sofa and sleeping or getting up and moving to the bed, getting in, under the covers and snuggling down in the fabulous comforter with the cats. Hmmm…the choices.

I know, this was a deep, meaningful and insightful post. I’m deep like that.

So…sofa or bed…sofa or bed…I’ll let you know.

{July 22, 2015} I don’t want to talk to anyone else…tonight

Shhhh…

Today, during the day, I was on the phone lines helping to register people for training class. Then from 6pm-10pm, I taught a fabulous training class.

I’m on my feet for four straight hours and talking for most of the day, at least 7 hours. After class I was done.

I can teach classes for hours on end, in between class, I might crash a bit, but as soon as people show up, I am on and ready to go, energy, energy, energy! They don’t call me the energizer bunny for nothing! But…after talking for four straight ours tonight, my jaw was sore from smiling! And my mouth is dry!

I love to teach, but I am done talking to anyone…just for tonight! What…you thought more than that?

You can talk, go on!

{July 21, 2015} Did I say something? You bet I did!

You bet your sweet bippie!

I’ve talked to you about customer service before. Tonight, I was at a team dinner for work and I encountered some poor customer service from my server. It was poor enough that my coworkers noticed and said something to me.

When we got there, I asked for a vegan menu, they didn’t have one and there were no vegan options on the menu. Ok, par for the course, I am used to it, it happens. When it was time to order, I jimmied a dish to fit what I wanted. I also ordered a salad to start.

The salad arrived at the same time as my main meal, it was sautéed veggies on a bed of rice. When it arrived, there were tomatoes in the dish, I had told her that I was allergic and there was a red sauce on it, I asked what it was…siracha! Oh my! On me was the fact that I did not ask what the sauce/seasoning would be. My coworkers laughed when they heard siracha! They know me so well!

When she took the plate back towards the kitchen was the first time she had a visible reaction. My back was to the kitchen, but everyone else could see into the kitchen with the chef’s having a wee bit of a cow over my new request.

The issue was that every time the server came to the table and I asked a question, she rolled her eyes. It wasn’t even subtle, forget the eye roll, you could see it in her body language! If it was once, ok, maybe I’d let it slide, but every time? Even when I asked a question about the amount of time I needed to steep my tea, really?

Before I left, I went to the front podium and ask to speak with a manager. I explained the situation to her, she said she would say something. Your job is customer service and just because I didn’t agree with something or I wanted something sent back, it’s not a reflection of you or your work, but come on, no matter how mad you are, hide it!

So, there you go.

{July 20, 2015} A “Working Girl” moment

I never thought it would happen, but I had a “Working Girl” moment!

I got back to my hotel after being away for a few days away and I took a chance to leave them without anyone watching them or checking on their food and litter. A big chance.

The food was fine, most of it was still there, and the litter box, well…it was full, let’s leave it at that. Well, I needed to mop the floor and I didn’t want to do it in the dress I wore to work today, so I took off the dress and was just wearing my under things and shoes, wedges.

It wasn’t that exciting, but it cracked me up.

Yup, that’s about it.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0096463/?ref_=nv_sr_1

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