Raunt
When gasoline prices change within the day. Honestly, just how stupid do petroleum and other gasoline related executives think we are? This morning on my way to work, gasoline was $1.65 (yeah, it's purty cheap here in NE Minnie). On the way home, it was $1.73. Just what did a little elf mix in with the gasoline that it suddenly, in the holding tank, became a lucky serum? It makes me so mad, I hesitate to even raunt about it. Raunting, even in its most powerful form, isn't enough. I know there's nothing I can do, I know I just have to keep putting a maximum of $5. in my tank at a time so that I can take advantage of the 'low' minutes in the cycle. But oooo, oooo, oooo! I hate that.
Rave
Postage stamps. Mundane, perhaps. Irritating in the way they become less and less valuable, sure. But geez, where else for under fitty'cent can you get a little art wonder that self-adheres? They're powerful, zipping mail over hill and over dale. They're cute (sometimes) with their artwork of rescue animals, etched first ladies, or lil'love knots. They're thematic! Just the perfect accessory for that 'special' note. I love them.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
9.22.10
Raunt
Swearing at work. So not okay. So guilty of doing it once or twice (but only "s" words ... not others). Yipes! Working around outbursts is super sucky and sticky in terms of work situations. You feel 'bad' for not calling a colleague on it, but you feel 'bad' for acting like a correctional officer, too. No good way out. Hate that!
Rave
Double digits. There's something mesmerizing about double digits: waking up at 10:10, or 11:11, going to bed at 11:11 or 12:12. It's all good. A niece of mine said it meant good luck. I know for a fact that if I have crazy numerology working with me for a few days, a change is going to come (i.e. waking up at 6:54 or 5:55 (hey! it happens)). So, let's just think positively and be looking forward to 10.10.10 at 10:10 a.m. or 10:10 p.m. WooHoo! Love that!
Swearing at work. So not okay. So guilty of doing it once or twice (but only "s" words ... not others). Yipes! Working around outbursts is super sucky and sticky in terms of work situations. You feel 'bad' for not calling a colleague on it, but you feel 'bad' for acting like a correctional officer, too. No good way out. Hate that!
Rave
Double digits. There's something mesmerizing about double digits: waking up at 10:10, or 11:11, going to bed at 11:11 or 12:12. It's all good. A niece of mine said it meant good luck. I know for a fact that if I have crazy numerology working with me for a few days, a change is going to come (i.e. waking up at 6:54 or 5:55 (hey! it happens)). So, let's just think positively and be looking forward to 10.10.10 at 10:10 a.m. or 10:10 p.m. WooHoo! Love that!
Monday, September 20, 2010
9.21.10
Raunt
People that say, most likely with empathy as I do believe most people are tender, "time will heal". In my opinion, time doesn't do anything other than simply go by. I like time, I really do, and I don't want it to do anything other that it's supposed to do: clock in and clock out. When something hard/bad/hurtful/painful happens to someone you care about, may I suggest simply saying "I'm sorry this has happened to you. I'm here if you'd like to have someone to listen." I don't 'hate' the time statement, but sometimes it drives me crazy. And, I stand by my perception that time heals nothin'. It just gives you distance which can make an event less clear. But did the event still happen? Oh yeah.
Rave
Just a note on coincidences which I raved about the other day. As I was preparing an email to send to my aunt Mitzi (a fabulous set of nails manicured to a "Royal Flush"), she called me. Yup! right out of the 'blue' . . . right that minute. Loved that.
Another 'rave' = mail order catalogs. Yeah, I get tooooooo many of them, too, and they do make the recycling bag heavy. But honestly, is there anything better than looking at all those pretty pictures and getting ideas up the yinyang? I've stopped tearing out the pages for my 'wish list' file (who was I kidding?) but ooo, flipping pages is so much more fun than flipping on the television. Love that!
People that say, most likely with empathy as I do believe most people are tender, "time will heal". In my opinion, time doesn't do anything other than simply go by. I like time, I really do, and I don't want it to do anything other that it's supposed to do: clock in and clock out. When something hard/bad/hurtful/painful happens to someone you care about, may I suggest simply saying "I'm sorry this has happened to you. I'm here if you'd like to have someone to listen." I don't 'hate' the time statement, but sometimes it drives me crazy. And, I stand by my perception that time heals nothin'. It just gives you distance which can make an event less clear. But did the event still happen? Oh yeah.
Rave
Just a note on coincidences which I raved about the other day. As I was preparing an email to send to my aunt Mitzi (a fabulous set of nails manicured to a "Royal Flush"), she called me. Yup! right out of the 'blue' . . . right that minute. Loved that.
Another 'rave' = mail order catalogs. Yeah, I get tooooooo many of them, too, and they do make the recycling bag heavy. But honestly, is there anything better than looking at all those pretty pictures and getting ideas up the yinyang? I've stopped tearing out the pages for my 'wish list' file (who was I kidding?) but ooo, flipping pages is so much more fun than flipping on the television. Love that!
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