Wednesday, October 29, 2008

On a side note...

I need to learn to be more patient and easy-going. Letting things slide, but also making sure things are still running efficiently and effectively at the HelpDesk.

I have a feeling it will be an uphill climb.
  • “Patience is waiting. Not passively waiting. That is laziness. But to keep going when the going is hard and slow - that is patience.”
  • There art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness.
    Franz Kafka (1883 - 1924)
  • I am extraordinarily patient, provided I get my own way in the end.
    Margaret Thatcher (1925 - ), in Observer April 4, 1989
Now that's my kind of patience! Just Kidding, but sometimes I think that's actually how I operate. Probably not a good thing right now.

Anti Flirt Club

The code of guidance for the Anti-Flirt Club, as published in The Post, Feb 28, 1923:

  1. Don't flirt: those who flirt in haste oft repent in leisure.

  2. Don't accept rides from flirting motorists - they don't invite you in to save you a walk.

  3. Don't use your eyes for ogling - they were made for worthier purposes.

  4. Don't go out with men you don't know - they may be married, and you may be in for a hair-pulling match.

  5. Don't wink - a flutter of one eye may cause a tear in the other.

  6. Don't smile at flirtatious strangers- save them for people you know.

  7. Don't annex all the men you can get - by flirting with many you may lose out on the one.

  8. Don't fall for the slick, dandified cake eater - the unpolished gold of a real man is worth more than the gloss of a lounge lizard.

  9. Don't let elderly men with an eye to a flirtation pat you on the shoulder and take a fatherly interest in you. Those are usually the kind who want to forget they are fathers.

  10. Don't ignore the man you are sure of while you flirt with another. When you return to the first one you may find him gone.

That's some damn good advice.

Saturday, October 25, 2008


I miss my family. It's been awhile since we've all been together. Maybe this Christmas everything will work out so I can go home and see everyone together.

It's so hard now because Phillip doesn't like to travel or leave home anymore. Paul lives in Boise now and really doesn't have the money to travel a lot and then there's me in Seattle and my parents in Lewiston. We're so spread out and the holidays just aren't the same.

There's a part of me that wishes we all lived in the same area. Wouldn't that be nice? The people I love the most being near each other and spending time with each other whenever possible?

I'm really going to miss our cat when she goes. Boots is the longest pet we've ever had and she's the cutest thing ever. Always demanding attention and pretending she's never been fed before in her entire life. She's a sneaky little cat.

Boots is now 16 or so...she's definitely on her last legs (no pun intended). She has personality for sure. I miss being able to play with her and rile her up in the mornings. My hands used to have scars from playing with her so much.

We never de-clawed our cat and if you got on her nerves too much you'd get a bite as well as the front and hind claws digging into your hand. It was never really bad enough to draw blood and I have to admit, I would pick on her for fun. She was just so much fun to antagonize. :)

Oh the memories of childhood. Getting hit in the head by basketballs, attending soccer games, learning to play instruments, sledding in the street, the car trips, the pranks pulled, launching golf balls with a slingshot, planting trees, playing in the backyard, walking on the fence...where has the time gone?

Thursday, October 23, 2008


I started looking at my old houses today...locations on Google Maps and such and it reminded me of a lot of different memories from my childhood. Things that I haven't forgotten, good and bad and are forever etched in my memory. Jon mentioned that maybe I should keep a record of these memories and write things down. It never occurred to me to do that because they're all so vivid.

My brother being hit by a car, seeing the different fires in our neighborhood, sliding down the stairs on pillows, throwing walnuts at a concrete wall, getting a black eye, our dog dying and a multitude of other random things.

It's funny how these things, while they may be small, can still bring tears to your eyes and make you feel a certain way. Everytime I think about my brother getting hit, I think lucky we were that it wasn't more serious. He crashed head first into a cars windshield when he was in Jr. High. The ambulance came and my mom told me and my other brother to stay put. But we walked down the street anyway.

There wer emany times growing up where my parents would tell us to do one thing and my brothers and I would either do the exact opposite or something else. Funny how we all turned out inspite of doing the wrong thing sometimes. We all make mistakes and learn from them. Some of us take longer to learn than the others.