Friday, November 30, 2007
Things had been going good for me. Then I let his officer get beneath my skin today. He was in the army and I am a civilian. In fact, he married a girl I worked with at JCP (Adrie) yet I do not for the life of me see how she could marry him or remain married to him. I would have strangled him by now! LOL Everything he says to Everyone (not just me) rubs them the wrong way and makes them mad. After hanging up from talking to him, I must have had one of my Becky looks- the kind that could kill (LOL) because a counselor asked me,"What did I do?" and it wasn't the counselor!
So I go to lunch. I got tea from Wendy's. After eating, I had one of my sneezing spell. I realize it was the tea making me sneeze. This happens a lot when we go out to eat. Some of my friends already know this who have eaten with me. I made the comment to the "superviser" that it was the tea because I'd sneezed so many time and she stopped blessing me after the third sneeze. Like I really cared if she blessed me or not. She told me it could not possibly be the tea; that it was all the dust I have around my desk which made me mad yet again.
After the cracker incident, I guess she will say something to the warden about this now! I know I am holding all this inside and it almost all came out a few minutes ago...
I had to go to the bathroom really bad. I was the only one in the office because she was out in her car smoking, talking on her cell or doing whatever she does out there while the other ladies were at lunch. I put the phone on night ring (just like I used to do at JCP). Well, I forgot to take it off night ring when I came out of the restroom. Later, "supervisor" snottily told the receptionist that the phone was on night ring. The receptionist said she didn't do it. I not so nicely in one of my tones admitted I did it. I simply said I had to go to the bathroom, I put it on and forgot to take it off. If she had been in the office like she was supposed to be, it wouldn't have happened. Then she studdered, "Well, I was just asking. Where was I ?" That is the million dollar question. I said, "Out at your car" nicer than I meant it. I wanted to add, "Where else?"
She will probably tell the others or the higher ups I have an attitude. But she better not get me started with ALL the things she has done!
Ok. I think I got it out of my system now. Just had to vent. Sorry.
Later I got to thinking... after Lyn Nielson read my blog, I went back through it re-reading some of my words. Although she said it was a very good, there were my critical words such as these of my supervisor which isn't very Christianlike. Does it put me in a bad light for a first time reader/viewer/blogger? Then I wondered how other readers perceive me....? Do they think me shallow? Or a gossip? A bit vain perhaps? But this blog has become my way to vent muchlike my many diaries and poetry that provided catharsis for my soul to survive everyday life on my journey to find love then loose it. I write my problems out of my system. Yet I want people to see me in a good light.
I late told my mom about today's latest incident. Then I told Don. I cussed more today because of it so Don got onto me for doing that. I told him I knew he again would not take my side of things when he actually had and did take my side. So that was an unfair statement for me to make. This was not the mark I wanted to leave behind today.
Then I found an ankle red cowboy bootie. The others were much more comfy. When I saw these new ones, I knew they were calling to me. I love wearing red boots at Christmas.
I stopped in a shop called Cache. I'd never stepped foot inside it before muchless a toe. The first blouse that I laid hands on was over $100! I doubt there was anything under $49.99 on sale! I felt a bit frumpy in my fall colored turtleneckworn untucked from my brown cords. I liked it when I put it on this morning. Inside this posh store, I felt like Julia Roberts in "Pretty Woman" when she walked in that swanky shop where they would not sell her a shred of clothing. Only these sales women were friendly. On black woman working there had on the most beautiful make up even if it was a bit heavy. Still I felt out of my element.
I ran into Rhett's old speech teacher from last year. I did tell her about my first experiences with his new speech teacher which I wrote about in previous posts. His old speech teacher will always remember him for his wild imagination and the stories he could tell. It was good to see her again. Like seeing an old friend which was what she became to me. She not only helped Rhett's speech, she helped me to see what I felt or was going through with my child was normal. She'd been there. Done that herself. Her daughter was much like Rhett, very smart.
Then I remembered I bought a new blouse for Halloween. I could wear that to the Christmas party so I didn't have to buy anything! YEAH!
Rhett & I rushed to church. Afterwards we visited awhile as a bunch of us ladie watched beautiful baby Emma sleeping. When she giggled in her sleep, Mrs. June B. said she heard that was considered angels were kissing Emma. It sounds a whole lot better than gas!
Rhett's teacher had left a message. I had forgotten to put a paper in his notebook two days in a row! I am such a bad mother. She also told me he has been daydreaming in class. He gets it honestly. My child is a day dreamer like me. So it must be heriditary. Where did I get it from?
"Lost in the act of creation, she forgot everything else."
~Tracy Warner's character in A Whisper of Eternity by Amanda Ashley which I am currently reading and was written specifically for me.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
I washed and conditioned my hair since I have not done that in awhile. Then Rhett and I went to the mall where we ate. We saw my friend Mike E. He sat with us and talked awhile. He said he was going to send me some photos he'd taken via email. I was looking forward to seeing them...
Mike bought a Minolta like mine from JCPenney's only he had a macro lense instead of a telephoto lense as I had. He took excellent photos with his but it his camera was stolen. Once upon a time we were at a local park & we both took the same shot of ducks in the pond. It was just beginning to grow dark so I used a flash and he did not. Mine turned out better than his once we got them developed when Penney's had a photo department and we got discounts. He seemed mad that mine turned out better than his did. Male ego?
Rhett traded in one of his games. I finally got him the subscription to a game magazine. I printed out the pictures of his pre-arranged toys. Then we went to the cheap movies. We saw "Underdog". It wasn't the one I wanted to go see. It was better than I thought it would be. I burst out laughing several times and ate way too much butter popcorn as usual. Because it was after 7 when we got out of the movie, we went by mom's to get Don some more leftovers especially since Rhett and I were not hungry. Mom gave me their egg custard I made for them instead of the pecan pie my cousin Glenda made us. I think Don had his mouth set on a piece of pecan pie. I amost thought he liked her pie with tiny pecan pieces better than mine or Aunt Pearl's pies.
I let Don watch the Auburn/Alabama game while I played with my photos.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Don and I went in separate vehicles so he could go hunting yet again. When I arrived, the dressing was just going in the oven AND I HAD BEEN RUSHING. I helped finish things like slicing the cucumbers while Rhett set the table. We used the everyday china Lori had given mom but the plates were too small to hold all the goodies we had today. (The photo doesn't want to load but it is not that great anyway. Not the prettiest plate, but Thanksgiving is not about the plate.)
After we ate, Don took Rhett to spend the night in the camper at the hunting land that night. I was not a happy camper, but I cannot be an overly protective mom all the time. I want him to do things with his daddy. I want them to bond even though I know he is a momma's boy. I don't want him to be a sissy. I just worry as I am sure all mom's do. Its going to get colder and he might get sick. I'll be the one who gets up with him at night when he has a coughing spell. I will be the bad one who has to give him nasty tasting medicine. Of course at bedtime he may cry for his momma and want Don to bring him home. Don won't though.
I could have cried as they pulled out of my mom's yard, but I was proud of myself that I did not weep. I just wanted to stare out the door.
I had a frame in my car so I framed a picture while at mom's which turned out really well. Better than I expected because I was able to crop out some of the top of it that I didn't think belonged in the photo. This will be our preacher and his wife's Christmas gift. One down who know how many more to go... I got to spend time with my mom. I wrote this long entry in my gratitutde journal while waiting for it to get almost dark so I could go home ALONE to an empty house. Poor pitiful me. I could do anything I wanted to do. Watch tv. Get on the computer afterwards, stay up late until I got exhausted and did. Still I missed having my men in the house. The security I feel of having a husband there. I missed all the noise Rhett makes. My mom asked me if I'd be scared. I try not to think of that. I turned lots of lights on, got caught up in "CSI" and forgot until I laughed and my laughter echoes hollowly through the living room.
I left all the food at mom's. Don & Rhett will come in for lunch tomorrow. I'll probably go shopping for mom.
I was a bit sad because I always thought Thanksgiving was about spending time with your family NOT camping in the woods with only half a family. It sort of reminded me of the one Thanksgiving one of my wrong boyfriends took me to a club that night. It felt almost sacri-religious to me. I was quite uncomfortable the entire night.
These past two days seems to have been one trip down memory lane with a lot of detours back to yesterday. It certainly made me appreciate my past Thanksgivings. I am still thankful for ALL my many blessings.
Monday, November 26, 2007
The leaves fell
The rain came
The drains clogged
The rains have ceased now
Was it enough
to end the drought?
I doubt it.
Did the Georgia drought come about
the same time I became so creative?
Just wishful thinking
on my part.
Where is everyone today?
Are they all comotose
from turkey overdose?
I left my journal at home so I can't post my Thanksgiving post today, but will post it and new photos or I may upload the pics now and post later.... What to do. What to do. Well, at least blogger is spacing correctly today.
I had been thinking I was not going to ever receive any fall postcards from the Autumn swap except for the 1st one I received from Silvia who started this swap. So I was pleasantly surprised when I got home to find one ontop of my mail, just waiting for me. It was from Toni in Tasmania, Australia! Thanks, Toni! You brightened my evening.
If I put her two postcards she created with some of my patchwork photos, they would look like a real quilt. I think that is what friends do, they send us parts of themselves that we add to our lives forming a tapestry of sorts. Thanks to all my friends for adding and being apart of the tapestry of my life.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
http://cayden-turningthepage.blogspot.com/ Cayden is from Georgia! I just rushed through her blog, mostly peeking and browsing, glancing at pictures, but I will read it all this long holiday. She had one post in particular that read because I really, really, really liked it. It was her "Circle of Light" post on March 18, 2007. It was about her family tradition of making a collage on New Year's Eve called Circle of Lights. The post is very well written. I printed that particular post out so I can make it our new family tradtion this year. This is right up my alley.
Today I am thankful for my new discovery and new inspiration from a fellow Georgian.
I am thankful my car is running.
I am thankful I am getting off work early.
I am thankful for the ham sandwich I will have at my mom's when I leave work. I can taste it now...
I am thankful for my family.
I am thankful for all my friends.
I am thankful for my many blessings.
I am thankful for my digi camera.
I am thankful for inspiration.
I am thankful for my artistic ablities.
I am thankful for all my artwork I have done the past months.
I am most thankful for the email I FINALLY received from Lyn D. Nielson author to Place of Sage!!!!! It made my day and I forwarded it on to my best friend Penny who gave me the book for my birthday last year. Wow! An acutal reply from a writer. I am so lucky & honored. WOW!
What are you thankful for?
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
Sat. Nov 17th, the alarm went off at 7 but I crawled back in the nice warm bed. I still woke up in plenty of time to be at the church on time to work on the bulletin board. Our preacher had the lights & heat on as well as placed the overhead projector in the foyer. I traced out 4 LARGE chalices. I was unsure if all 4 would fit on the bulletin board or if I would have to cut some of them down. I made a discovery during the whole process MarksALot markers actually work better than Sharpies on project such as this. The blackness is darker. It also adds a shiney quality. Rhett helped me a little bit.
I had a Grace chalice, a Faith one, a Hope one and a Love one. All four would not fit so I had to elimate one of them. I let go of Grace. LOL So I used Hope, Faith and Love in that order. Love being the greatest of all. Lover was the exception. Its letters were colored with red marker whereas the others were black. I also drew a heart and filled it in underneath the letter of the word "love". As an afterthought, I added what were to me drops of blood. Some might view it as a bleeding heart. I saw it as the blood Jesus shed for us.
Then we began painting them golden. I'd completed two and a half when we broke for lunch. Rhett wanted Firehouse subs which was good because I had a free coupon for him that was soon to expire. He didn't want to come back with me so I left him at mom's. I had to go back by the house to pick up my scrapbook letters for the board. I finished the third cup and began to staple them to the wall much like Jesus was nailed to the cross. Only I had a hard time with the staple gun. I would not have made a good Roman soldier for more reasons than one. LOL
Then it was time for the lettering. I did my Bible verse first. "My cup runneth over." Psalm 23:5
I tried to make my own letters to go up at the top. It was after 5 and I was fading fast. Since I had my accident where my radiator exploded on me, when I do too much, my body lets me know it is time to stop. I become very nervous. Then the letters were not working so I went back to my scrapbook letters. They are not very big but they draw you over to it to read it. It is lower and on a child's level. I was happy with it but at that point I was just ready to be through with it.
I went to tell the preacher who lives in the house next door to the church that I was finished. They were eating and I hated I interrupted them. When I went back to the church to get my stuff, I'd locked the door! So I had to go back to their house and interrupt them once again. Leave it to me. Larry let me back in and his wife Katherine followed. They said they liked it. At that point I was exhausted.
I was still supposed to go to ToysR Us for mom. As I was going down the highway from the church, my cell phone went off in my pocket playng "Mandy". Its hard trying to get your cell out of you pocket with a seat belt on. It was mom telling me to come get Rhett. He decided he missed me and was crying so I had to go get him. At this point I really didn't feel like cooking supper but I did. It wasn't one of Don's favorite meals. Nor was I very hungry since we at at 2 pm. Rhett had three helpings of my hamburger stir fry. We watched "Chuck" which we missed Monday night for some reason. I watched a "48 Hour" special. Rhett was playing in a suitcase he can fit into. I asked him if he wanted to spend the night in it. Evidently he'd been listening to "48 Hours" because he said bad people would come in and get him! Then we went to bed.
Sun. Nov. 18, 2007 Jenny came to church with her new daughter who was only a week and a day old. Another girl's husband was home from Iraq. I let him know that it was good to have him back. Then Susan C. came to me to give me turquoise and white cross bookmark she knitted for me because I'd sent her son Eric a card while in Iraq. She said that my card was the 1st one he received and meant the most to him. It brought tears to my eyes that my one random act of kindness could do that. She was hoping it might lead him back to the church when he comes home. She said Eric always tells them to tell us "hello" when he calls them. He had called that morning saying he had to use his gun for the first time to return enemy fire. He said he was ready to come home now and I can't say that I don't' blame him one bit. I felt bad I had not sent him anything since the first card so I knew I'd fix him something that night.
We went to lunch and ate too much and should not have because we were having finger foods back at the church at 4 pm honoring a family that would be leaving. I curled my hair. Read emails. I fixed pigs in the blanket to take to church. I could have just taken a nice long nap.
I changed my Sunday night ritual. I did not get back on the computer. Instead I fixed cards to send out. I sent Eric a letter with some of my pictures hoping they would cover him like a blanket with love. Every picture told a story.
I cleaned out the drawer underneath the couch. I found old words I'd written near the beginning of our marriage that brought tears to my eyes. We watched some of the Grammy awards. Got to see new faces and put them with music I have heard on the radio.
I realized I did not create a lot this past week. I saved it all for the bulletin board I made Saturday. Some of my blogging posts were creations. They just were not artwork. Still they are pieces of art. So I guess I wasn't competing with myself so much. What I did do made me feel good and that is the main thing.
What do I love?
I love my life even with all its messiness
I never claimed to be a domestic godess.
I love my family
my parents, my husband and son
and my extended family that came with my hubby.
I love my friends that are like more family to me
my two best friends that are the sisters I never had.
I don't know what I would do without these people in my life.
I love this creative artistic phase I am going through
and hope it never ends.
I love my digital camera
I am never without.
I love finding old words I had written years ago
that brought tears to my eyes last night when I read them.
I love doing good deeds and random acts of kindness.
I love sharing my art
as well as my heart.
That pretty much sums me up.
~Becky Bristow Voyles~
Nov. 19, 2007
What do you love?
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Although I love him even more for taking up for me, I dread them crossing paths now. If he does say something to her, it will only make it worse for me. This was what consumed my early morning thoughts.
We did not go to the prison Christmas party last year because you had to pay to go to it. The price was a bit steep especially at that time of year. If they have another one where you have to pay, we will not attend this year either. So the odds decrease that we will see her together.
Rhett and I departed for his school. As we rounded the second curve in the road, I was fiddling with the button to the outside temperture which is probably a good thing because it may have slowed me down a bit. Out of my left side, I saw a deer! I couldn't believe it. I slowed down and went, "Deer! Deer! Deer!" Rhett asked, "Where?" By then it had dashed across us into some shrubs. I believe it was a doe, but I am no expert. I wondered how many Don has seen now. Last year I saw more than he did! Can't wait to tell him!
I couldn't get over all the fire-popping colors on the trees as I drove to work. They seemed even brighter than yesterday.
I had done this before, but I took another test to see what cartoon character I am. I am Sponge Bob Square Pants. It said: "You are the classic person that everyone loves. You are the best friend that anyone could ever have or never want to lose. You never cause harm to anyone and they would never not understand your feelings. Life is a journey, it's funny and calm for the most part. Stay away from traitors and jealous people and you will be stress free."
That is really weird reading that after yesterday. It was like reading a horoscope and it came true.
I inadverdantly came across another blog today. First I was trying to find the author of the current vamp book I am reading entitled Dead Sexy by Amanda Ashley. I discovered there is another book with the same title by Tate Hallaway who writes these vampire chick-lit books. She is also a wiccan as I presumed from her photos on her blogs. She has a couple of blogs. One of them is : http://tatehallaway.blogspot.com/ There was a cover for her book Romancing the Dead which sounds like it would be good to me. I sort of liked the cover, but I think I would have had the artist draw bigger boobs on lady! LOL. Just my personal opinion. But it didn't sound like she had any input on the books cover. If I were writing a book, I would do my own cover. Would that make me a Cover Girl?
I had a really good cold cut sandwich from Subway today. I guess I haven't had one in awhile. I peeked in The Crate and saw some cool fashions so I will be stopping by there when I get off work today. I may even have found a pant suit for Don to give me for Christmas! I have to get Catlina dressing for Rhett to take to school tomorrow. Then if its not too dark, I may head to Walmart to print pics. I have trouble driving at night. If I use my memory card and use the hour processing or next day service, they will be matte finish which I prefere and they will be a bit cheaper too. So I will have to maintain my impatience and wait. It will be hard but I can do it. I left my big quilted bag at home so I felt naked. It held the original of "The Muse" so I could make copies of it. Then I remembered I have my camera with me always. DUH!
I tried on a ton of clothes but those at The Crate don't always fit me. I did buy two red tops. I could fit into a size 7 tight hip hugger pants but knew I needed at least an 8 or 9 in them so I passed on them. Had to buy knee socks because it turned colder.
I attempted to tell Don where I saw the deer this morning, but he never can follow what I say. He was all turned around, at the wrong curve in the road, on the wrong side of the road, and it was ruined because we got into a yelling match about it. We got to the point where he said, "Do you want to drive around there?" I told him "YEAH!" but we didn't go. FINALLY he understood where it was not that it really mattered.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
When I drew this, I tried to make the tree look feminine yet strong. Notice the breast and hips then really strong limbs as if she works out. This close up cut off her roots which makes her look like she is wearing a long evening gown. The roots I drew were not that great anyway. She is ready for a night out on the town in this gown. I like this idea and it came about by surprise. I really like the motion of it. In my mind was the image of swirling limbs ready to strike which gave me her name. Stryker.
In case you don't want to go back to Feb. to my Stryker post, I'll retype it....
"I cannot quite master copying my left hand extended out where my fingers form the limbs but I can see it clearly in my mind.... Parts of this tree I drew have some the elements I envisioned.... The tree should be feminine (which I think I accomplished here) so I gave her a breast. Not that she had a mastectomy or had the other one knocked off somehow! She is sturdy and strong yet graceful. Perhaps a bit softer on one side than the other. (Enter the Rebecca/Becky thing again. Rebecca being my softer side I think.) Some limbs are broken to represent a broken heart or the trials that have cost us apart of ourselves. Thus the missing breast. What caused her limbs to break? What caused her to break? Yet she did not wither and die. She went on. She grew strong. She regrew limb after limb. She reached out yet remained rooted in the same stationary place and was content to be there. Of course she did not have a choice. She could not be uprooted. She could not be moved. Never thinking the grass was greener elsewhere. This is where she belonged. She withstood the winds of change, weathered every storm, survived the harshest of winters only to bear her fruits each spring year after year. Her flowers were her halo she wore proudly like a crown. No longer a princess yet every bit as royal. Even in the depth of winter when she is bare, she stands out regally from the other trees. She is quite unique. Her limbs are dark black as if they have just been rained upon. They are not faded with time. There is no moss growing on her. It wouldn't dare! She worries not about the morrow or time itself. She still thinks of herself as a young sapling. She has a purpose. To be who she is ... a thing of beauty to behold. She is beholden to none. There is no other tree like her nor will there ever be again.
Although she is stationary, she looks like a tree in motion, as if she is about to walk across the meadow with limbs thrashing about like bull whips. Her name is Stryker. She doesn't run from a fight. She is not someone you want to mess with or else you will get tangled up in her whip-cracking limbs. But it is better to have her on your side than against you.
I printed this page out and got wallet size prints of Stryker. They were rather gray and the bark was visible like a true tree. But I like the stark dark black better. It made the smaller limbs look tinier and appear farther away. I will probably make a card out of them. A Stryker Card by theRAV.
Sometimes we eat here occasionally, but that isn't the reason why I took this photo of this sign. Nor is is because of the margaritas. It was because of what the sign said....
"...where every day is a fiesta"
On the way to work this morning, I noticed an orange fence to my right and an orange barricade on my left. Then I enjoyed the firey colors of the changing fall leaves on the trees. What did you notice on your way to work today?
I get to work and I know something happened before I arrived.... My friend Gil said something about a "cat fight".
I should know better.... the "supervisor" has been being really nice to me. Too nice. Things have been pretty normal around here lulling me into thinking everything is back on track. Enough to make me forget all that has transpired in the past. Letting my guard down. Although I know she still plays one of us against the other. Well, she told me she told the other ladies that I am always on time which I am believe it or not. LOL I don't like it when she does that. She should not compare one employee to another. I am not someone else. I am me.
The old her came out this morning but I wasn't there to witness it myself first hand. She had taped a note on my phone backwards which I thought was weird. It was because she didn't want anyone to read it. She was telling me to take time away from the receptionist for being late. She is on the receptionist's case now. At least it is not mine. We often kid about the receptionist and the superviser could be sisters because they are so much alike. When one takes off, the other thinks she should be off also. It is ridiculously funny some times unless you are the only one there left answering the busy phone. Other times I relish being there in the office by myself. It is a whole lot quieter. When it is really busy, it is not so funny or desireable. The receptionist comes in late almost all the time which is probably why the other office wanted to pawn her off on us. I am due in at 9 so I am never there to know exactly what time she comes in not that I really care or consider it my business.
I guess my elated feelings from yesterday ran over into today. I was in a good mood. Nothing was getting to me.
While I was at my meeting yesterday, the receptionist asked if she could go to some sort of prayer thing which I was unaware of. I am always the last to know anything around here. The other lady in the office had to take her lunch hour at 10 am because of this and acted mad as she left. I did ask what was wrong with her but she is almost always in a bad mood in the morning. I heard the supervisor checked up on the receptionist by calling to someone who went to the prayer thing who told her it only lasted 15 mins. Since I was not there, I didn't know how long the receptionist was gone but it must have been awhile. Still it takes us at least 25 mins depending on traffice to get anywhere from here. Then I wondered if she checked up on me but they said she did not. I guess because she likes me. HA! So this could be viewed as prejudicial since the receptionist is black.
Evidently they had a yelling match. Well, I am not taking anyone's time away until I talk to the dep. warden.
Later the supervisor went into the warden's office and closed the door so we knew she was telling on the receptionist. We have heard that the supervisor who is supposed to be here at 6:30 am isn't always here at 7:30 when one of the counselors arrives. Yet time is not deducted from her. Not to mentiona ALL the doctor's appointments she has. Different dr different day.
When she was in there behind closed doors, they told me what happened earlier. More of the same ole crap. The receptionist tried not to let it get out of hand and loose her temper. She wasn't going to argue with her, but she just pushes you beyond your limits. She made commentst about the receptionist being "holier than thous". I am sure allowing her go to the prayer thing is freedom of religion, but then to say something like that is bordering on a form of harrassment. This led the receptionist to play her gospel cd I have mentioned before. Its not loud today but it is still annoying to me yet I feel like I can't say anything because I am not going to be the one who starts WWIII.
Well, they finally told me the supervisor was behind the warden making me get rid of that box of crackers! She told him I needed to clean up my desk. He wasn't man enough to tell me that so he chose to target a box of unopened crackers which I will never be able to get over. Every time I see those crackers, I will be reminded now. When they told me, I am quite sure my look said it all. So I have no more use for this woman whatsoever. It makes me not want to ever clean my desk again!
My desk has lots of papers on it, but the majority of it is paperwork that I need or use daily if not monthly. I do not have a filing cabinet. I share two drawers with the receptionist. They won't buy me another one. There is space for at least two cabinets but the warden obviously doesn't want them up against the one blank wall where they could fit. Because of her; because of all this, some of what I use on a daily basis is in a clear plastic box that I have to pull out several times a day even to use my phone book. It makes me mad everytime I have to use it. It will make me even madder now that I found out she is the culprit behind it.
I don't bother anyone. I don't say anything about what other people do or not do. I certainly don't try to tell them how to keep their desk. In fact, I would never dream of doing such a thing.
Also I was told that she went through my papers as well as the time book. Too bad she wasn't transported to another time! LOL I did not have time to work on the book yesterday because of my meeting and the orders I had to put into the system. But they said she was checking on how I marked the receptionist's time.
Yet I am really, really proud of myself for I controlled my anger today. I did not let her get to me. My anger simply slipped away. I'd let my guard down with her but I won't let it happen again. It just kills me that she came to my desk later to show me something I could care less about and me knowing what I know now. I will keep my distance from her from here on out.
But I guess if all she has to say about me is a I have a messy desk is a good thing. LOL A messy desk is a sign that you work. Oh, well just another day at the prison. Who is the prisoner here?
I went to lunch and saw the above sign. When I saw the words on it, I just had to take it although it is by no means a photographic wonder. "...where every day is a fiesta". That is my quote of the day.
Wouldn't you know it... the two ladies leave me alone with the supervisor at lunch yet again. Of course the supervisor has to tell me her side of this morning. That the receptionist was screaming at her. Then the receptionist said, "I rebuke you, you devil!" which brought about the holier than though comment. I just kept on eating my chickend deluxe sandwich from Wendy's while she rattled on about it. I had to laugh because I could just see it happening and hear it. Hope I don't get indigestion from it. LOL I wouldnt' look her in the eye which is something I do to people I don't care for. I think my friend Penny would attest to that fact about me.
When I told my friend Anne about the rebuking statement, she almost choked as she read my email. She told me to put a warning on the ones like that which are hazzardous to her health! I am so thankful for my friends with a warped sense of humor like mine.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
I did ask the deputy warden if I could take a car. I did this because mine acted like it wanted to stall at a stop sign this morning plus the high price of gas these day. He told me to get the mini van. He went to the Sgt and brought me back the paperwork I needed from her. Then my supervisor helped me with what she could. There were four officers I didn't have a rate of pay. The warden told me to take that and we'd get the rest later. By then it was 10:20. I went to the bathroom, called main control and told them I needed the mini van per the deputy warden.
When I went to get the key, they handed me a radio as well. They said anytime you take a city vehicle you are supposed to have a radio. It was also in case I needed them or anything. Wow! I felt very important. I had one of the officers show me which van I would be using because I didn't have a clue. The last time I took a car downtown to a meeting it was an old bomb so I never used one again.This one was a Ford Freestyle complete with the plexiglass behind the driver and the bars for transporting inmates. This bothered me somewhat only because it blocked my vision but I was too excited to let it really irk me. I was too excited. I felt too important.
I got to the PD in plenty of time to touch up my make up. Then I had to find where I was supposed to be. It was a small gathering of six women. One was an old co-worker from JCP, Pam, but I can't remember her last name and I think she has remarried now. Really all this could have been done by phone or via emai, l but I learned some things, got out of work for awhile, actually had a lunch of 30 mins spent eating a half of a ham club sandwich with fries while looking through a realtor catalog. I ran by mom's to let her see me in the van. I would have taken a pic of it, but mom doesn't know how to work the new camera and I thought it might be incriminating. LOL Plus I would not have posted the name of the van here on my blog.
Then it was back to work. I had orders to put in the system, bills to pay but didn't get through with everything. Tomorrow is another day....
I really liked driving that van. Don can buy me one of those now.
Once again I got good feed back from my friends on my latest creations.
What made you feel important today?
Monday, November 12, 2007
As with all my dreams, it turns into something else. It seems I have been in either a beauty contest or one of those 5 minute speed dating things. There were some guys I knew from high school like Bill B. I am wondering why he was there because he is married. He looks more like "Ugly Betty's boyfriend. I called him David instead of Bill only because he morhped into someone else as people often do in my dreams. He turned into David, a little boy who used to live next door only he wasn't little anymore. Then we had to exit due to the fire getting closer.
We had to pass back by the building we went through before. We saw a young girl running out of a Hallmark shop with a wedding veil on her head and her wedding bouquet in her hand as well as regular clothes such as red shorts with white satin shoes. The invisible girl is beside me again. This time she said, "At least she got her bouquet out." It was the voice of Jennifer M at church.
We are crossing away from the burning building. I see Daniel from church. His blue eyes are looking expectantly towards the still smoking structure as if he saw someone he knew and cared about or as if he saw God. I asked him, "Are you looking for Hope?" That is and isn't literal. Hope is his girlfriend. I am really noticing his blue eyes as I did when I spoke with him last night about the bulletin board at church. He shook his head no that he wasn't looking for Hope. I told him we would let her through so she could be with him. As if I gave them permission to be together.
Then the phone rang. Really. It was Discover with a "courtesy call" for Don this morning. I said he was at work. They'd call back later, but we may not be home. We'll be at Golden Coral for Veteren's Day where Don gets a free meal. I started to tell her "Thanks for waking me up at 9:24 am on my day off!" but I refrained.
Rhett & I ate lunch at the Royal with Momma & Daddy. Then we went to the library where I picked up my disc, blogged & posted pics.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
I am so lucky. The day before yesterday I found a frame to match Wesley Rose's picture perfectly at the dollar store. So her gift cost me a whole $1.89 plus tax. Can't beat that with a stick! I also got myself a new Christmas cd for $1. It is an instrumental which has a hammered dulcimer (which I love the sound of almost as much as harpsichord music!). It is not on the first three tracks, but what I have listened to is good. That is an early Christmas present to myself. What have you given yourself lately? Maybe that is something you need to do for yourself....
This quote was on the electronic bulletin board at work. I sent it specifically to my friend Anne who has been such an encouragement for me and my art work lately for which I am grateful.
You're whatever you think you are.
Dare to be whomever you want
and the future will bring you that.
It is now when you decide the future.
Daddy got sick so I had to pick up Rhett from school. I came on back to work because I need to re-do the vacation time so some of the officers wouldn't loose their days.
I typed up a poem for Rhett for a school project he seemed uncaring about; saying it was not mandatory. Being a poet, a poem is most definetly mandatory in my book! LOL
Then I printed some pics at Walmart to be picked up later. I took the one above while there. It was the top of a sewing basket that was just sitting there screaming out to me, "Take my picture PLEASE!" I like it. It reminds me of the patch I put on my jeans and wrote about in a previous post entitled "I'm Wearing the Patch". Another pattern in my life. Another design. I am thinking of collaging all my photos of designs in a large frame to hang in the house vertically over the couch perhaps.... My friend Mike E really liked this one best out of all the things I have done thus far.
I paid my Kohl's bill and found a pair of pants on sale that I had seen before, but didn't buy. They hid from me the last time I looked, but luckily I rediscovered them. They were a size 6 which really, really made me feel good. I also got a black tank top for $2.80!
After church, I showed our preacher, Larry, my ideas I'd drawn on the index cards. I told him I would like to do them as a poster to put on a blank wall down the hallway. He told me to use one of the front bulletin boards instead. He really liked my ideas and gave me some suggestions about incorporating "my cup runneth over" onto it with the scripture. It made me feel good. I know I said this yesterday in a previous post but... What made you feel good today?
Rhett left his homework notebook at mom's so we had to go back over there to get it. When we got home, I addressed my autumn postcards for the swap when I could have just gone on to bed.
Don asked me what I was doing and I told him. He just said "um." My friend Anne said, I was "focusing on something that has meaning you" which I really liked. It reminded me of comments from bloggers to other bloggers. We all need meaning in our life.
More quotes of the day:
Buy what you love. Forget the trends - what's in & what's out. Even if the item is a crazy little bra or hotpants, it's important to love it for what it is.
~Betsey Johnson, designer~
Life's metaphors are God's instructions.
Sometimes all it takes is saying "I am grateful" and then the list of things just spills out, reminding us we are so rich in this world.
An arrow can be shot by dragging the bow back:
similarly, if life is dragging you back with difficulties, be patient.
It is getting ready to launch you to great heights.
Don called me a while ago. Tonight is Wesley's birthday party not tomorrow night like I had in mind. My gift is ready. All I have to do is put it in a bag. Hope I have enough battery life left in the camera. I'll take the Minolta too and finish up my black and white film.
Now we can still go eat at the Legion tomorrow night. We have a breakfast at church early Saturday morning. An open house at 1 pm that afternoon. Now all we need is someone to volunteer for supper that night. LOL Sunday is dinner at church. Rhett and I are off Monday for Veteran's day. Looks like a good weekend ahead.... Hope your's is good too. Maybe not as hectic as our's. Perhaps this photo is perfect for this post... representing the circles I feel like I am going in.
I just printed this post out to see how this particular pattern would look printed. My work printer isn't color so it is more of gray scale but I still like it. I printed them out at Walmart on matte finish and they look better.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
After that I FINALLY finished my Autumn postcards yesterday with a few more left over to send to close friends. I went to the post office to buy the stamps and mail Genie's belated birthday package. The post office had a program for $19.99 where you could use your photos as postage stamps sort of like zazzle. Out of the postcards came my quote for the yesterday....
Sometimes you need to go with your first choice.
~Becky Bristow Voyles~
You will better understand this when I post the postcard on here and what it says on the back.... I want them to go out to the recepients first before I post it. I don't want to spoil their surprise. Especially if they are reading my blog like I read their's almost daily.
I did some stuff for mom. Picked up Rhett at shool. He was wanting turkey and dressing after al he'd eaten at both schools! I told him it wasn't Thanksgiving yet; that he would just have to wait til then! LOL I got him a frozen tv dinner with turkey and stuffing instead. Then I went to have color copies made of Wesley Rose's picture I created for her birthday. The copies turned out even better than the original. I used real cotton balls for the clouds. They smushed just right to make them look real; more real than in the original. It made it look as if I used a colorless blending pen on it which I have not used in ages. I'd still remember how to use it. LOL I am keeping the original so I can reuse it over and over and again... like when I have my big art showing which is now a new dream of mine. I can see it now... the invitations... the opening night.... all my family and friends there.... my mom says I am getting ahead of my horses. But I can still dream it.
I showed the original as well as the copies o fWesley's picture to my co-workers who told me I am in the wrong profession which I already knew that a long, long time ago. I knew it when I was writing thousands of poems at JCP. I knew it when I was drawing at Gayfer's Hair Salon. Still the words made me feel very good today.
What made you feel good today?
More quotes for today....
It is the soul's duty to be loyal to its own desires. It must abandon itself to its master passion.
The saddest summary of a life contains three descriptions:
could have, might have, and should have.
A ship in port is safe, but that's not what ships are for.
~Grace Murray Hopper~
When we see our destiny we can't turn back. Plough forward.
I got my friend Anne hooked on http://blogthings.com/
I did the intelligence report today after she did her's. I liked her's better, but both were right on target. Here is mine:
Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence
You are excellent with words & language. You explain yourself well. (Althought Don might not agree with that statement. LOL) An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly. You are also good at remembering info and convincing someone of your point of view. A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary. You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.
Next I did our pirate names. Mine is Surgeon Janie Jailbird which is really funny since I work in a prison! Donovan's was Arch-Pirate Henriques the Englishman. Rhettman's was Cannibal Long Ben.
Anne also did her birth order. She gave me another quote of the day which I found totally cute and hilarious...
"I'll never leave a mark on anybody unless it's a magic marker."
She also went on to say how our friend Mike E is a much better poet than she is, but he hides his light under a bushel. But she is "glad to see I have overturned my bushel. " No one has ever said that to me before. I loved it!
Then Anne sent me a very funny dumb blonde joke. I had to cover my mouth to keep from bursting out laughing. This made me feel good also. Thanks, Anne. Today has been a very good day. Hope your's was as good as mine.