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Thursday, May 13, 2004
I Attract All The Idiots I'm single right now. I've been single for about 5 months. I don't like being single but then again I don't like being in a relationship. So I figure I'll just chill out until I actually figure out what I want. Yes, this is leading somewhere:) I just moved into my apartment complex about 8 months ago. Many attractive men around here. I still have no clue whether or not they are single or not. I'm driving up one day to pick up my son from the bus stop. I stop because my trash falls off the trunk of the car (I put trash on top of my trunk to take to the dumpster). There's this man walking by and he's trying to talk to me. I'm thinking I'd like to stay and talk to you but I have to get my little boy. He asks for my number. Of course I give him the cell. Then he starts calling me. He doesn't have much to say. He just wants to hang out. I'm trying to explain to him that he can't come over to my house because I don't play that. I live in Philly. Crazy shit happens. I don't let any guy I don't know come over and hang out. Anyway, his cell is a PIECE OF CRAP. Either he can't hear me or I can't understand a word he's saying because of static. I tell him, “you're breaking up.“ He's telling me he's not. I finally agreed to let him come over and hang out on my steps one night. My son had alot of homework that night and it was getting late. I tried calling to tell him I had to reschedule. Someone else answered the phone. I left a message. Then I put my son to bed around 7. I wake up because my buzzer keeps sounding. I'm thinking who the heck is that??? Why don't they leave my buzzer alone? I finally go and answer and it's this guy. He's like can I come in? I'm like I'm sleeping. He said how about for like 5 minutes? Do I have stupid on my forehead. I said no and hung up the intercom. He kept ringing my damned doorbell. That was it for me. Btw, he was 2 hours late. And I never gave him my address. How did he know where I lived? I told him I was no longer interested. Blah blah blah. Of course he still called. He would call like 5x a day. Honestly. I don't even know this man. I'm not all that. lol. My point of this long, drawn out post was that he called me again today. My cell rang. I answered, “Hello.“ Caller says, “Hello“, I say, “Hello“, Caller says, “Hello“, I say, “HELLO“, Caller says, “Hello.“ I hung up. I realized the 2nd time he said hello it was him. Learn phone etiquette, get some manners. I don't have time for this. Does he think he's that special that I remembered his voice? Well, I did, but that's besides the point. That's only because he has an accent and most people would call my home number before my cell. Almost every guy I ever dated was an idiot. The last one wasn't too bad. I call him Mr. Big:) No, he's not the one I'll never forget or anything like that. My dad christened him that. Now it sticks. But all the rest.... Doesn't say much for my instincts. Hence, single status.
Wednesday, May 12, 2004
Work, Work, Work Work feels like it is taking up so much of my time recently. I have so many reports to get done, besides the other things that come up. I'm going crazy. I hate stopping when I'm in the middle of something to get something done. Let me tell you how it went. Last week a co-worker asked me to give her some information that I could access. I already a report designed containing just the specific information she needed. I told her I'd be happy to forward this to her. That wasn't good enough. She wanted me to TYPE IN 462 pieces of information into her spreadsheet. Not happening. I compromised. I took her spreadsheet, threw it in my database and let Access add my info. Sent her the “new” spreadsheet this morning. She emails me, telling me to move my information around on the spreadsheet. I compromised once. I'm not an AA nor am I her AA. No offense to AA's out there. I just have other things to do. email her instructions on how to cut and paste a column in Excel. Wait until you hear what she comes back with. She sends me an email stating that she knows how to do this. She said she asked me to create the report so she didn't have to (wtf???). I need the column moved. My parents don't talk to me like that. No one talks to me like that. No one should talk to anyone like that. I don't talk to my 6 year old son like that. Nope, not doing it. My co-worker in my department emailed her back and suggested she do it herself and if she has any problems with that, then contact our supervisor. Gotta love the job! Work, Work, Work Work feels like it is taking up so much of my time recently. I have so many reports to get done, besides the other things that come up. I'm going crazy. I hate stopping when I'm in the middle of something to get something done. Let me tell you how it went. Last week a co-worker asked me to give her some information that I could access. I already a report designed containing just the specific information she needed. I told her I'd be happy to forward this to her. That wasn't good enough. She wanted me to TYPE IN 462 pieces of information into her spreadsheet. Not happening. I compromised. I took her spreadsheet, threw it in my database and let Access add my info. Sent her the “new” spreadsheet this morning. She emails me, telling me to move my information around on the spreadsheet. I compromised once. I'm not an AA nor am I her AA. No offense to AA's out there. I just have other things to do. I email her instructions on how to cut and paste a column in Excel. Wait until you hear what she comes back with. She sends me an email stating that she knows how to do this. She said she asked me to create the report so she didn't have to (wtf???). I need the column moved. My parents don't talk to me like that. No one talks to me like that. No one should talk to anyone like that. I don't talk to my 6 year old son like that. Nope, not doing it. My co-worker in my department emailed her back and suggested she do it herself and if she has any problems with that, then contact our supervisor. Gotta love the job! Wednesday, May 05, 2004
Time Flies When You Are Havin Fun Work feels like it is taking up so much of my time recently. I have so many reports to get done, besides the other things that come up. I'm going crazy. I hate stopping when I'm in the middle of something to get something done. Let me tell you how it went. Last week a co-worker asked me to give her some information that I could access. I already a report designed containing just the specific information she needed. I told her I'd be happy to forward this to her. That wasn't good enough. She wanted me to TYPE IN 462 pieces of information into her spreadsheet. Not happening. I compromised. I took her spreadsheet, threw it in my database and let Access add my info. Sent her the “new” spreadsheet this morning. She emails me, telling me to move my information around on the spreadsheet. I compromised once. I'm not an AA nor am I her AA. No offense to AA's out there. I just have other things to do. I email her instructions on how to cut and paste a column in Excel. Wait until you hear what she comes back with. She sends me an email stating that she knows how to do this. She said she asked me to create the report so she didn't have to (wtf???). I need the column moved. My parents don't talk to me like that. No one talks to me like that. No one should talk to anyone like that. I don't talk to my 6 year old son like that. Nope, not doing it. My co-worker in my department emailed her back and suggested she do it herself and if she has any problems with that, then contact our supervisor. Gotta love the job! Time Flies When You're Having Fun I overslept today. That was my own fault. I was so tired when I came home last night. Yet I still stayed up to watch TV. I love reality TV. Especially reality TV that is shown on MTV. Yes, I'm 28 years old and I still watch “The Real World.”
After watching, my girl and I were talking on the phone about the episode and just about everything else under the sun. I should have known better than to call her back. Everytime we talk it's at least for an hour or longer. I still can't get over the fact that we've been friends over 10 years and we speak on the phone almost every day for all that time. Really, what do we talk about? I get to work late and I have so many projects due by Friday. Instead I'm sitting here surfing the net. Updating my blog. Not only are my projects due Friday, I leave today at 2, tomorrow at 2 and Friday at 1. My son is at home sick today. He's actually been sick since Monday. Strep throat and scarlet fever. Poor baby. I'm one of the lucky ones though. My son is definitely not a complainer. He's just scratching himself constantly. Hopefully I'll send him back to school on Friday. Just in time for a 1/2 day of school. My boss must love me! Heaven's Special Child Heaven's Special Child
Author presently unknown God Sent Me An Angel God Sent Me An Angel Patron Saint Patron Saint by Erma Bombeck Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures and a couple by habit. This year, nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children. Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children are chosen? Somehow I visualize God hovering over Earth selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes, he instructs his angels to make notes in a giant ledger, "Armstrong, Beth - son; patron saint - Matthew. Forrest, Marjorie - daughter; patron saint - Cecilia. Rudledge, Carrie - twins; patron saint - give her Gerard. He's used to profanity." Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her an autistic child." The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy." "Exactly," says God. "Could I give an autistic child to a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel." "But has she the patience?" asks the angel. "I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'll handle it. I watched her today, she has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has his own world. She has to make it live in her world, and that's not going to be easy." "But Lord, I don't think she even believes in you." God smiles, "No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness." The angel gasps, "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?" God nods, "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a 'spoken word'. She will never consider a 'step' ordinary. When her child says'Momma' for the first time, she will be present at a miracle and know it! I will permit her to see clearly the things I see... ignorance, cruelty, prejudice... and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing my work as surely she is here by side." "And what about her patron saint?", asks the angel, pen poised in midair. God smiles, "A mirror will suffice." Welcome To Holland WELCOME TO
Author unknown Tuesday, May 04, 2004
In The Beginning.... I've been reading blogs over the web now for quite some time. Now here I am. My own words, my own blog. I should be making profound statements right now. I mean, come on, this my first entry. It needs to be more entertaining than this :)
Ok I'll start with the usual “mingle” talk. 28 years young. Single Mother. Beautiful son. Work. Rent. Own Car. Me in a nutshell. I'll be adding more as I go along including pics, loads more entries, links, different layout. All that fun stuff!
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