Monday morning, 8am. Two months of looking and I've finally scored "THE JOB INTERVIEW". Don't you hate those? It's always a hideous schmoozefest. You go into it absolutely sure you're going to be sitting across from this guy:
...who'll be judging your every action while you try desperately not to snicker or stare at his hairpiece. OMG.
Ok, that's just silly. I'm qualified. OVER-qualified, if I do say so myself. I look pretty good. I have a very nice outfit - all pressed and ready. I have a copy o' my re-su-me and a copy of an award I won once for outstanding service. I'm good. He can't possibly turn me down. I mean, if Miss USA can have a boozefest AND a second chance, I'm golden, right??
Everybody cross everything and wish me luck. All I really want is for this company to answer the question "How much does the position pay?" with "Well, it pays an enormous sum of money! You'll be set for life." Is that too much to ask?
Hugs and love all Monday long. Aggie
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Chance is always powerful. Let your hook be always cast; in the pool where you least expect it, there will be a fish.
-Ovid
You don't just luck into things...You build step by step, whether it's friendships or opportunities.
-Barbara Bush
Self-trust is the first secret of success.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
Miracles sometimes occur, but one has to work terribly hard for them.
Ever had an in-body experience? This happens to me on very odd, rare occasions. I'm driving home from work or I'm at the grocery store looking at the breakfast bars and suddenly.... suddenly...
I step inside myself. I stop and look around and all of my surroundings seem distant, somehow disconnected. I am taken aback, just for that second, by how vast the world is and how small a piece of it I am. I am aware of my existence and of my impermanence all at the same time.
How to explain it? I don't really know. Today it came upon me as the thought (more the feeling really) of how far I am from my family crossed my mind. It was "Wow. I'm REALLY FAR from them. They have NO knowledge of this mundane thing I do right now. It is as if this thing I do does not exist to them." Isn't that odd.
If you're not really feeling it, I beg you to take a look at this little movie. It might illustrate the feeling a bit. The movie is of a fractal. The movie continues to zoom in on the fractal....WAY in. Somewhere, in a place that never crossed your mind, is yet another fractal. Yet - it was there all along.
Need I say more? :D I'm gone until next Wednesday. Heading down to Houston to hug that little boy. Please have a safe and happy holiday. All my love to you and yours.
There are a few things that must happen at holiday time. 1) I must hear Arlo Guthrie's "Alice's Restaurant" at noon on Thanksgiving day. 2) I must hear The Eagle's Christmas song...at least once.... 3) I must hear Cheech and Chong's "Santa Clause and His Old Lady"
I'm funny like that. These are family traditions. We actually call each other to say, "I heard The Eagles today" or "I heard Cheech and Chong"...and it doesn't matter because we each have them recorded somewhere and we WILL listen to them together at some point.
For your listening enjoyment, here is Cheech and Chong's "Santa Clause and His Old Lady". (Forgive any offensive pictures...I didn't make the video. In fact, it's better if you listen and don't watch.)
Cheech: (Playing piano) Mamamasita, donde esta Santa Cleese...the vecto wit da bony knees...he comin' down da street wit no choos on his feet...and he's going to...No, no, that ain't it...Mamamasita, donde esta Santa Claus...da guy wit da hair on his jaws...he's...Nah. Hey, man, come over here, man. I need some help, man. Chong: Yeah, man, I can dig that. Like, what are ya doin', man? Cheech: Aw, I'm trying to write a song about Santa Claus, man, but it's not comin' out... Chong: About WHO, man? Cheech: About Santa Claus, man. You know, Santa Claus, man? Chong: Oh, yeah, man. I played with those dudes, man. Cheech: WHAT? Chong: Yeah, last year at the Fillmore, man. Me and the base player sat in, man. Cheech: Oh, hey, man, you think Santa Claus is a group, huh? No, it's not a group, man. Chong: Wha? They break up, man? Cheech: No, man. It's one guy, man. Y'know, he had a...a red suit, man, on with black padded leather choos...you know the guy, man. Chong: Oh, yeah...he's with Motown, ain't he? Yeah, I played with that dude, too, man. He's a good singer, man. Cheech: No, no, hold on, man. He's not with Motown, man. Chong: Well, then he's with Buddha, man. Cheech: Aw, man, you don't know who Santa Claus is, man! Chong: Yeah, well, I'm not from here, man. Like, I'm from Pittsburgh, man. I don't know to many local dudes. Cheech: Oh...I see. Well, hey, man, sit back and relax and I'll tell you da story about Santa Claus, man. Listen... Once upon a time, about, hmmm, five years ago, there was this groovy dude and has name was Santa Claus, y'know? And he used to live over in the projects with his old lady, and they had a pretty good thing together because his old lady was really fine, and she could cook and all that stuff like that, y'know. Like, she made da best brownies in town, man! Oh, I could remember 'em now, man. I could eat ONE of 'em, man... Chong: Wow, did you know these people, man? Cheech: Oh, yeah, man. They used to live next door to me, y'know...until they got kicked out, man. Chong: Wha? They got kicked out of the projects, man? Cheech: Yeah, you what happened, man? They used ta live with all these midgets, y'know, and da midgets used ta make a lot noise, y'know, like pounding and hammering and pounding all night, man... Chong: Typical freaks, huh? Cheech: Oh, yeah, man, they were REALLY freaks, man. As a matter of fact, they all moved up north together, y'know. Chong: Oh, they had to go get their head together, man? Cheech: Yeah, get their head together. And they started a commune, y'know. It was called the...uh...Santa Claus and his Old Lady Commune...it was a real famous one up there, man. And they used to sit around and groove all the time, y'know. Chong: Oh, yeah? Cheech: Yeah, a really good time there, man. Chong: That sounds heavy, man. Cheech: Yeah, they eat da brownies, man, and they drink da tea, man...and what they did most of da time, though, was make a lotta goodies, y'know? And they had everything they needed...they only needed to come into town maybe once year or something like that... Chong: To pick up the welfare check and the food stamps, right. Cheech: Yeah, man. No, no, what they did, man, is that, once a year, when they made all the goodies, y'know, they used ta put 'em in a big chopping bag and, then, they used ta take da chopping bag and give 'em to all the boys and girls all da way around da world, man! Chong: Hey, well, that's hip, man! That sounds real nice, man. Cheech: Oh, yeah, they were really nice people man. And so much class, man... they had so much class, y'know. Like, give or take da way they used ta deliver da toys, y'know. It's, like, Santa Claus used ta have this really charp chort, man, y'know? It was lower to da ground, had twice- pipes, candy-apple red and button top. Ooh, clean! Chong: Hey, that sounds like a hip snowmobile, man. Cheech: No, no, it wasn't a snowmobile...it was a sled, y'know. One of those big sleds, y'know? And he used ta have it pulled by some reindeers, y'know, like, reindeers? Chong: Some WHAT, man? Cheech: Some reindeers, y'know. He used ta hook them onto da sled, and then he used ta stand up inside da sled and hold on to da reins, and then call out their names, like, On, Donner! On, Blitzen! On, Chewy! On, Tavo! C'mon, Becto! And then, the reindeers used ta take off into da sky and fly across da sky, man! Chong: Wow, man! That's far out, man! Cheech: Yeah! And then, when they flied across da sky, they used ta come down to place like, oh, Chicago, L.A., Nueva York and Pacoima and all those places, y'know, and then land on top of people's roofs, and then 'ol Santa Claus would make himself real small, y'know, like, a real small guy, and he'd come down da chimney and then he would give you all da stuff that he made, man. And...dig this, man...he did it all in one night, man! Chong: Hey, just a minute, man. Now, how'd he do that, man? Cheech: Oh, well, man, he took da freeway. How else, man? Chong: No, man. No, man, how'd he do all that other stuff, man? Like, how'd he make himself small, man. And, how'd he, like, how'd he get the reindeer off the ground, man? Cheech: Oh, well, man, he had some magic dust, man. Chong: Some magic dust? Cheech: Yeah, magic dust, y'know? He used ta give a little bit to da reindeer, a little bit to Santa Claus, a little bit more for Santa Claus, a little bit more... Chong: And this would get the reindeer off, man? Cheech: Aw, got 'em off, man?!? Are you kidding, man? They flew all da way around da world, man! Chong: Hey, that's far out, man! Hey, I come I never met this dude, man? Cheech: Oh, man, he doesn't do that bit anymore, man. It got too dangerous, man. Chong: Yeah, I can dig that, man, 'cause that's a dangerous bit, man! Cheech: Yeah, lemme tell ya, it sure was, man. Like just two years ago, man, he got stopped at the border, y'know, and they took him into another room and took off his clothes, man, and searched him and searched his bag of goodies, man...and then, when he was leaving, man, he was flying through the air and somebody took a chot and his reindeer, y'know. Chong: Aw, that's a drag, man. Cheech: Yeah, it really was, man. And then, man, he went down south, man, and they tried to cut of his hair and his beard, man. And all the time, he was getting stopped and pulled over and asked for his ID, man...just everywhere he went, he ran into too much recession, man. Chong: No, man, you mean he ran into too much REPRESSION, man. Cheech: Aw, repression...recession...it's all da same thing, man. Chong: Yeah, man. But, it's a drag, man, 'cause we could sure use a dude like that right now. Cheech: Oh, he still comes around, man. Chong: Oh, yeah? Cheech: Yeah, but he comes in disguises now... Chong: Aw, he went underground, man. Cheech: Yeah, underground, man. Chong: I can dig it. Cheech: Yeah. But you ought to see his disguise...nobody would ever know it was him, man. Chong: Oh, yeah? Cheech: Yeah. He's gotta job in front of da department store, ringing this bell and playing this tambourine next to this black pot, y'know? Chong: AW, I'VE SEEN THE DUDE, MAN! Cheech: YEAH! You know who I'm talking about, man! Chong: Yeah, man! I played with that cat last year, man! Cheech: WHA?!?!? Chong: Yeah, we played in front of a store, man! We made a lot of bread, man! Cheech: Aw, hey, wait a minute, man! Santa Claus is not a musician, man! Chong: I'm hip, man! That cat didn't know ANY tunes, man! Cheech: Oh, hey, wait a minute, man...no, he's not hip to that at all, man. Chong: No, but I played with THIS dude, man. Cheech: Are you sure, man? Chong: Positive!
Sniffle. "My baby's a teenager!" On December 12th, exactly 6 months from the day she was born, that little grey baby went into heat. (dun dun dundunnnnnn)
She then ran a grand coup to take over the world. She started with her mother - who she challenged for bragging rights and ownership of all catnip-smelling items. She won. Her mother (who is fixed) ended up a very wet and annoyed cat. Wet because the humans attempted to intervene with the heat in a meek attempt to retain control of all things not kitty-related. With water-bottles blazing from both hips, we charged the screaming, growling, twisting mass of fur. "NO!" we screamed. "STOP!" we demanded. Yet neither of us dared to get close enough to risk the razor sharp, spinning claws. Finally it broke. Enough water was used to coral the mother. With nothing but our wits (and a bag of kitty goodies) we coaxed the feral She-ra back into our arms. And then we tossed her PMSing butt into the bathroom and shut the door.
The morning shower's going to be a challenge today. I'll be sharing the bathroom with a cat who desperately needs a Midol.
How long does heat last? (I know...I'm Googling!) Happy HUMPDAY - LITERALLY! When things go wrong today, just remind yourself "At least I don't have a cat in heat living in my bathroom."
I've been on "vacation" since Thursday. By "vacation" I mean "not at work" but instead "marathon shopping". Ugh. Ah well. It had to be done. Merry ho-ho-ho and such as that.
Today is Monday and I must return to reality. (somewhat glad to do so)
For your amusement, I am leaving you with this very disturbing Dancing Spiderman. It's a very creative .gif....that leaves me with more questions than answers. Happy Monday.
It is time for a quote post....in order to clean out the e-mails I'm holding in my inbox for just such an occasion. I hope you feel just a little wiser by the end.
The purpose of life is not to be happy. The purpose of life is to matter, to be productive, to have it make some difference that you lived at all. -Arthur H. Prince
When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the morning light, for your life and strength. Give thanks for your food, and the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies with yourself. -Tecumseh, Shawnee Chief
Too many people spend money they haven't earned to buy things they don't want, to impress people they don't like. -Will Rogers
Most of us spend our lives as if we have another one in the bank. -Ben Irwin
If you ever find yourself sitting and pondering the question, "I wonder why Aggie hasn't posted in a while", (because you spend your days wondering about me, I know), allow me to clear up the mystery. In the spirit of Bigfoot, UFOs and that silly TV show with the "Mulder" character, I have attained the proof.
Allow me to show you exhibit A:
As you can tell, I am visiting Terry's site, and I have a popup window there on the upper left. That window is full of the number 5. I don't know why Mishu filled it with the number 5. I suspect it was accidentally entered by her 4th rib or so (considering her posture).
Anyway...there's the proof. The cats own us and they rarely allow us to play human games anymore. Mishu says "Pththththththt!"
BOTH nephews. I finally got a picture of the other one. He usually doesn't sit still long enough.
Andrew - all personality, funny, amazingly creative - draws and creates music. Riley - center of attention, polite, sympathetic, kind, a deep thinker
Nora is on the way. Due in January. I look at them and I wonder what kind of adult they will be. I sincerely hope they will be successful and happy. I know they will be loved. Happy Wednesday.
The Thanksgiving holiday was nice. I got to spend 4 days at Mom's and visit my brother's family and my sister's family. My cousin and his gal are moving into the house next door to my mother. I'm thrilled about this. I'm glad there will be someone close to watch over her...and for her to watch over as well. Mom owns that house and the cousin is going to spend time/effort fixing it up. It is in pretty dire need of some TLC, so this is also good.
There are times when it is very hard to find some good in the world. I'm going to take a minute to try. -My sister will have her second baby in two months. -My best friend got a new car. (she really needed it) It has a 6 disc cd changer. That's great compared to just having radio before. It's a safer vehicle too. -My brother bought an HDTV - and it's freaking incredible. His house is so nice and his family really seems to be in a good place right now.
Ok. Those are good things. :D I hope you are all having good things in your lives too. Thanks for taking the time to visit. Hugs. Aggie
Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade Football That nap after dinner Food food food Family
Can I just give Thanks for Thanksgiving?
Have a very happy week and a happy holiday, if you celebrate it. Drop a line and tell me what your favorite thing is about the holidays. Much Love to you all, Aggie.
Just another boring Thursday. Sometimes I do a Google search for inspiration. I think it's important that we know that Googling the words "Thursday Morning" will provide you with a picture of: Chewbacca
I don't know why.
So, a quick status of the world from my eyes out: Work is ok but iffy. We might have a year before the office closes, or a month. No one knows except the people who bought us. They're all "hush-hush". I try not to worry. I just want to get through December. (I said that last year and it didn't really work out.) "If we make it through December, we'll be fine." (if we don't....?)
Hubby's got a bum elbow and he's looking for doctorism. I hope he finds it and the thing gets better.
Hubby's Dad is doing treatments for bladder cancer. This sucks entirely.
Bob Barker is "retiring". (translated to "dying") I so wish he were just retiring. That makes me sad. He should have some life without work.
My sister's baby girl is due in January. My cousin just announced that he and his gal are expecting too. YAY!
Mom's ok but these months are hard for her. She's stronger than we ever gave her credit for...just for getting this far. I worry all the time.
My best friend is looking to me for hope. I'm trying. Maybe I'm doing ok finding hope, although the loss of her daughter is just now starting to hit home with me. I think I'm big on delayed reactions.
I guess that's it. Nothing else. Gotta do Christmas shopping soon. Waited til the last minute again.
Chewbacca