Have Blog, Will Travel

Written over many days in many places because I can!!  


The State of Things
I'm sitting at gymnastics.  Again - or still, maybe.  We spend hours here, SG and I.  One of us working, one of us watching.  To be fair, I also spend many hours not here. For my own sanity I've learned that it's better to just walk out of this building.  Also, there are afternoons where this place smells like feet, which isn't pleasant.  So it is that in the last few months I have become something of a coffee shop groupie.  My current favorite is the Starbucks inside the Barnes and Noble bookstore.  All the books make it feel like a library but the Starbucks makes it feel like a Starbucks.  They also have very clean bathrooms - something of a necessity when you're whiling away your hours drinking coffee.  The other perk to the B&N Starbucks is that I can travel from the gym to the coffee shop and back to the gym and only make right turns.  Right turns are good. Left turns are bad. Welcome to my world.

He Who Cannot Be Named
I don't write about my job, mainly because people who write about their jobs often find themselves looking for new jobs.  I fear unemployment like someone who's lived through it.  I love being employed and all the benefits that go along with it like a paycheck and health insurance.  But back to the point of this paragraph and my job that cannot be named. For the sake of argument, let's say I spend my working days making widgets.  Let's also say, just for the sake of argument, that I know without a doubt that I make top notch grade A quality widgets - what I sometimes stumble over is making quality widgets quickly.  I am something of a widget ruminator which means I have a hard time letting my widget work products go at the end of a project.  I struggle with endings.  That's not just at the widget factory by the way, I struggle with endings everywhere.

Courage, Please
I participated in one of those Facebook lists last week and I wrote that if I could visit the Wizard of Oz the thing I would I ask for is courage.  Contemplating big changes is tough (for me).  Making big changes?  Oh good grief, who makes big changes!?!?  So there it is. Courage, please.

Sanity Saver
This computer that I'm typing on was a gift from my husband.  There are some people who know the two of us, Joel and I, and are under the impression that I'm the one who puts up with Joel. Truth be told, he puts up with me.  All the time.  I am my own particular brand of difficult - an only child who's willfully stubborn and determined sometimes to cut off my own nose to spite my face.  Interestingly (or not),  that little saying was something my father said to me thousands of times (I'm guess-timating) during my childhood and for years and years I thought he was saying "to cut of your nose despite your face."  Back to Joel, he is patience personified.

Video Killed the Radio Star
I'm sitting at my favorite lunch spot and this song just came on.  It's a good place to end, especially considering I'm sharing (again) the video below.  There is a typo in the video, but I'm loathe to go back and correct it.  Where it says "She hit everyone in warm-up" it should say "She hit every one in warm-up."  We aren't hitters in our family.  Unless Vandy beats UT for the 2nd year in a row.  I might hit you if you rub it in.  I'm childish like that.  Seriously.