Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Thank you, Allyson!

Look! Look what my sister sent me for my birthday! Isn't it cute? It's perfect; a thing to hang on the wall and it has one of my favorite sayings on it. Yes! My birthday was four months ago. Apparently it was on back order and then the order got goofed up and then... Oh, I don't know. But it came! And I love it! Thanks, Al.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006


How often have I said that? More than a few times. Yes, I realize it's manipulation. You got a problem with that? Well, do you? I didn't think so. Maybe if you had a better idea what I'm dealing with, you'd understand.

Lisa: (peacefully paying bills & enjoying music)
Ken: (walking into my office again, already talking) Something, something, blah, blah, blah.... and what the hell are you listening to?
Lisa: What?
Ken: It's 9:30 and the recruiter didn't call. She said she would call at 9:00!!
Lisa: I'm sorry. I know, it's not very professional of her.
Ken: Yeah, and Venkat called and said [a whole lotta stuff].
Lisa: He's the one who meditates.... mmm... I like him.
Ken: Uh, yeah. And [Way. More. Talking.]
Lisa: Honey, would you please get me some Tylenol?
Ken: You can't get it?
Lisa: I'd really prefer if you would.
Ken: Why can't you just do it?
Lisa: Because if you go, then the talking will stop and I'll get Tylenol.
Ken: (goes, comes back with blessed elixir)
Lisa: Thank you. Now, would you please look through your mail pile for...
Ken: Can't. I gotta take a shitter.*
Lisa: That's going on the blog.
Ken: No it's not. You always say that but don't put anything on there.
Lisa: (typing)

* Note to Ricky: I'm sorry. I know your delicate sensibilities are offended by this language. Unfortunately, that is exactly what he said. I'm not covering for his potty mouth any longer. Yes, his mother reads this.

Friday, April 21, 2006

Self Motivation

Funny sight yesterday: A lovely young woman, wearing flip-flops, khaki capris and a 'Dare to be DIFFERENT' t-shirt, spotted while we were both shopping in Old Navy. Hmmm... Maybe it's more of a goal for her future, then?

Note: I am at home this week for spring break with many, many children, one husband and a whiny-ass needy dog. Due to that uh, stimulation, my brain simply cannot form s-p-e-l-l-e-d out words that I then attempt to type onto the desk machine thingy... what's it called? Dell something? Also, IM chatting doesn't help matters either. Apparently I can only process one, sometimes two language-y things at a time. So. Until Monday, my darlings. And besides, it's beeeeeeautiful out there! What are you doing inside? Now scoot. Go play!!

Friday, April 14, 2006

What's New

Today I'm going to post something on here, even if it sucks. I just need to get back in the saddle again, right? It feels a lot like the saddle has changed though, like someone else has been sitting in it and the contours that used to fit me so well are a little bit off. The problem is, it's me who's changed and now with blogging I feel a bit... what's that word? Little kids play with them? Those cube shaped things?

(okay, it's a start. keep going.)

What did I ever write about on here, again? I went back and read some of it, and I admit it amuses me. But where did I get the stuff from? Dunno. It somehow seems impossible for me to think that way any longer. Am I upset? unhappy? depressed? No, quite the opposite actually. Maybe I'm in denial? No. I don't think so... Things are very good right now. Peaceful. Calm. I feel centered and like I'm bordering on, dare I say it? Serene.

(sort of babbling, but keep going)

I'd mentioned earlier that my friend situation was changing, and wow has it ever, and all for the better. The Play is finally over. Thank you, Jesus. Kwan Yin is still working her quiet magic and I am lovingkindnessing people daily. I finally deleted my old horoscope (which made me sound like a party animal/whore... not that there's anything wrong with that) after finding a lovely new one called the Daily Om, which is soothing and reassuring. The kids are doing well; everyone is getting what they need and some of what they want. Ken got laid off from work, and it's a good thing, just the nudge he needed. Spring is definitely here and it feels soooo good. Some of the neighbors on our little court gathered for a progressive dinner last weekend that reminded me how much I love living here. Let's see, what else?

(um..... go back to that thing about Ken...)

Oh, yes. Ken got laid off from his job. Didn't I mention? Yes. It came as not much of a surprise. I had a harder time with it than he did, but things are fine now. Everything is going to be just fine. It is. It really is. Just fine. He has a very nice severence package and all is well. At first I was careful to only tell people I knew wouldn't trigger my panic button & would only say reassuring things like "This is great! What a wonderful opportunity! and He should have left that place a long time ago." It was very nice floating around in that supportive space for a week or so, but now it's time to tell everyone. He's home all the time now.

(Hmmm..... how do you feel about that?)

I like having him here, most of the time. Mornings are strange, since he doesn't bolt out of bed and immediately start getting ready for work. We've had to review morning speaking-to-Liz procedures in order to maximize her chances of on-time arrival at school. We learned to not go to the grocery store together. We learned Lisa absolutely needs a chunk of Alone Time every day.

(yeah, yeah.... what about Ken getting a new job!)

He has gotten his resume together and started sending it out. He's contacted every person he can think of who might be of some use or assistance or know something. He's talked to head hunters, gone to meetings, had lunches, etc. He is On. Top. Of. Things.

(oh, my god! you might have to move! are you going to move?)

We don't know. We talk about it. We think about it. At this point, the job search is for the Ann Arbor and within-sane-driving-distance areas. We'll see what happens. People are wonderful. The ones far away say "Come live out here! Come live by us!" and the ones here say "Don't go! Please stay! We don't want you to leave!" which is exactly the best situation to be in.

(you are handling things so well. you are quite stable & balanced, aren't you?)

Yes. We both are. Everything is going to be okay.

Friday, April 07, 2006

Face It: She's Just Not That Into You

Dear Cell Phone Caller,

I'll be as gentle as I can with this. Dude, you have the wrong number, okay? Tracy does not live here. She doesn't want to talk to you, see? She gave you the wrong number. I know because it's MINE, the number you keep calling. I am not now, nor have I ever been Tracy; neither am I harboring her.

I know, I know... it seemed pretty special at the time didn't it? It sounds like you guys really hit it off, too. Maybe it was just the moment, though. The two of you were sparking and she gave you "her" number and I'll just bet you said "I'll call you." Didn't you? Didn't you? Well, of course you did. Guys like you always say that. Kudos though, for actually calling this time. Calling six times in one afternoon however, might be considered just a wee tad bit excessive. (Especially since the nice lady on the other end keeps saying you have the wrong number.) Some women are really into that kind of uh, attention, though. It makes them feel all desirable and pretty... But you know, I am not here to judge. You say persistant; I say stalker. Whatever. We'll probably never know. Besides, it's a cell phone, so I'm not worried.

One last thing. I can tell from your voice (and the many times we've spoken today!) that you are a very special fella. Just remember there are plenty of ladies out there who will appreciate you for who you really are. Tracy never really "got you" anyway, ya know? Her loss. Let her go. Plenty more fish in the sea.

Take care now,