In between clients

I planned my day to be free of pain, free of worry over the trivial and then I thanked God for work.  Work keeps my mind off the crapola, kind of.  But, 7 am came around and old habits grabbed at my heart as I reached for the telephone.  I called Cj, instead.  I began feeling melacholy because I truly missed someone who meant a great deal to me.  I remember what a pain in the ass my calls to him were and I thought about being that pain in his ass once again.  Then I wondered, Chelle, honey, don't set yourself up for this again. I told myself he probably has his eyes on another one or two gals who are less work.  Flatbed told him that I'm a lot of work which if you think about it; it meant I wasn't worth the trouble.  So, now you see how I begin to reason when I'm starting to feel sad.  Well I immediately said, NO!  I'm not doing this again.   I began singing and good humor was my sweet companion.   I popped online to check out 2 websites and saw Di and Jeff's name on my list.  Then I saw Janice log on.  I thought in my mind to them but didn't want to be a pain in their ass either.  I thought, sheesh, I am a pain in their ass too and if I didn't call them again, they wouldn't notice.  Its like there is no one to care.  But, I was proved wrong and before unhappiness could claim me once again, Joe called me.  His words were the music of friendship.  Thank you Joe.  

Later, I called Jeff and told him about the fun chatroom experience I had in the wee hours of the morn.  Lisa, ArmyWench, she was awesome.  No one can talk bodily functions better than I can, except her.  She has her own style that I just love.  Between she and Jough50, I had the very best time in there that I have had in a long time and I enjoyed the Authors Lounge too.  Those folks were awesome and Ann Crispin was totally funny.  :)   Well, thank you Jeff for laughing with me today.  That's what is about, buddy.

Losers Keepers

Last time I listened to this song, my gosh, my heart was broken.  I wonder is there ever a last goodbye.  Since the spirit lives it would be real to say there are no goodbyes.  Ah, but that's not what I wished to think about. 

If you feel anxious

We have been affected by the war in Iraq.  Not a day goes by that some terrorist group isn't hilighted on our front pages, getting the glory they seek. Day after day they claim publicity.  Their plan seems to be working and Americans are concealing stress, even medicating it.  Now we are warned about possible attacks over the next year.  In California, we get earthquake warnings of apocalyptic proportions, and for awhile, we take safety measures to have staples and batteries on hand.  Then we eventually grow lax and forget til the next warning comes.

It's different now.  We know earthquakes and its difficult to really be prepared for them, so how do we prepare against something we don't know?  I thought about it as I stepped outside this morning and looked over my neighborhood. We should make a list of our immediate neighborhood, our block lets say.  How many children, how many teenagers, how many elderly do we have?  Do they go to schools nearby?  If so, where?  Where are the other adults at any given time?  We should know these things in case something happens to one or more of us.  We must be able to rally our families and get them to safety and not let them feel isolated should a crisis occur.  One family could be the water people, or two famillies at opposite ends of the block.  Some can be the battery suppliers; others the flashlights.  Everyone could have masks and protective gear in case of bacterial invasion.  We should have fuel on hand and food staples that can't be contaminated.  It might be a good idea for every family to have a tent--just in case.  I think you are seeing a theme come into view here.

My point is, that in these times, folks feel more helpless than ever before.  By getting a plan, even a neighborhood plan, it helps us all to feel like we can control some things, that we are doing what we can to be proactive against the terrors we don't understand.  This participation alone, can ward off anxiety and depression.  Maybe it is time the Mayors and other powers suggest this to the town's people.

It is morning, not quite 9 am on Thursday.  My gosh time flies. In just a few days, some important dates will come then go.  These dates are so important to me that not one person online knows of them, nor do the people I work with.  I've kept them a secret every year until it passes.  Today, however, I did share with my sons the significance of this day.  I'll go light some candles in quiet observance. 

This year is definately different--my year to walk alone.  Alone it shall be.

Cheap and Stupid

Would you go to a cosmetic tatoo artist for breast augmentation?   Would you allow a manicurist to wax your eye brows?  Would you go to a beautician for liposuction?????       In our town, it is common practice.  There is a lot of unlicensed work going on and as a licensed professional, I find that people are as cheap as they are stupid. 

Pretty Looks Salon (not really a salon-no state license) was busted for performing breast augmentation that had gone bad.  That speaks volumes about the clientele of that place, cheap and stupid.

Look for the licenses people.  Check out the credentials before you have your surgery.  <shaking my head>

Closure, My Butt

So I said to her, "Cindy, he hangs up on you, it is pretty clear."

She says, "I know it, Lana.  I would appreciate some closure is all."

"He hangs up on ya, then he says nothing more--there's your closure."

"Does this mean, we can leave this parking lot, yet?  I've seen enough of these tarred places."

"The view is way different through tears. Besides, we weren't talking about me.  We were talking about you."

"Okay, we will try this again, tomorrow--whatever it takes."

"Thanks, my friend, my imagination."

Sindonologists? In America?

Fundemental Darwinists claim our world is besieged by creationist propaganda.  Are they paranoid or what?

As they seek to alert the masses of this degeneration of scientific faith, the powers that be make the assertion that religion is in our DNA!  So, religion is a matter of the flesh!   I told ya so.  I told ya so.