I love the people I work with. They truly are wonderful people. Today my boss had lost his voice. Imagine my surprise when my phone rang and caller ID told me it was him.
"Malisa," he whispered, "can you come here a minute."
"Yeah." I whispered back.
I went to the ob/gyn today. The appointment went the way you expect those appointments to go until she asked what I do.
"I'm a fianancial analyst."
She looked at me rather oddly so I repeated myself thinking I had mumbled.
"No, I heard you. Wow! Young, cute, blond....and smart. It just goes against all of the old thought processes."
While I really appreciate her comment I couldn't help but wonder.....what did she think she was?
Learning to make decisions.....
Greggory's at the age where he realizes he doesn't necessarily want what mom wants. The only problem is that he doesn't know what he wants. Is this a normal phenomenon? I realize it comes from me not giving him enough options as he's grown up, but holy cow! Yesterday was his birthday. We did well until he melted down because he didn't have a "normal" birthday - no cake, or party. Since we had discussed this earlier and he hadn't wanted a party and none of us like cake these seemed like easy things to leave out. We traded the party for a family trip to Magic Mountain. He still received presents, but since he hadn't decided on what he wanted, he was disappointed to get what he wanted. We recovered and had a good night. We also discussed the importance of letting people know what he wanted, and not being picky if he didn't have any preferences. Somehow I don't think this will b the last time this problem raises it's ugly head.
Charity! Surprise! I'm a republican. I'm not very charitable because I feel most people can get themselves out of their situation if they only apply themselves. It's a nasty habit of mine, but that's the way it is. However, I do help out when I can. I organized the class booth for the Halloween carnival, without any thanks, only to have organizers be assholes to me. Oh well. You do what you can.
The school also rankles my feathers because there is always a fund raiser of some kind. Give us more money, I hear at least 3 times a week. But the latest one just pushes the limit.
"Send your extra candy to school. We'll take it to the innercity schools where the more unfortunate children didn't get any." OK. Who the hell is so poor they can't trick-or-treat?????
28 Days Later I saws this movie this weekend and was really bummed I had rented it on VHS. This is actually one of the few movies I would have enjoyed watching the editor's comments. It was really gory, but also very smart. It reminded me of "Fight Club" with it's innuendos and detail.
Learning Learning is hard work. I've decided it's time my 8 year old learned to ride a 2-wheeler. I was hoping he would want to and then teaching him would be a lot easier, but it hasn't happened. So I put him out on the sidewalk and said go. After a half an hour of screaming he stopped screaming and started trying to figure it out. I tried to help, but really, how do you teach a child balance? So I decided to just show him that learning is hard for everyone. I broke out the pogo stick and attempted to pogo. I got pretty good to. I managed to jump 100 times without falling off eventually. I can't go anywhere on the darn thing but I can bounce. It's a good thing he hasn't figured out the bike yet because I still have some practicing. When my joints heal. Right now I can't straighten my arms.
Where to start....
I really haven't felt like writing lately. It's the same old despair creeping back in. The "There's nothing new. Life is so busy I can't breathe." feeling. I cleaned my house. That helped. I took the kids trick-or-treating. That helped. I wasn't sad any longer, I just didn't feel like writing. What's the point? Hardly anyone wants to read it. And no one wants to read it when I'm not happy. And if my only friends are those on line and no one cares says anything when I'm sad - well then what's the point? I know it was self-depracating and all, but it's honest. And then, something strange happened to me. Someone said something sexy to me. And suddenly, I'm happy enough to write again. What does this prove? I'm lonely as hell. I'm tired of not having anyone to share my life with. And good god! I need someone to feed my ego. So that being said, would you just put it on your daily list of things to do to tell me I'm great? The three of you could take turns. That way you only need to stop by twice a week. It would sure make me feel better. Thanks! I appreciate it.
