Oh Starry Night

There is nothing better than the feeling one gets at the end of a long, exhausting day, than the one they get when they climb into their own, comfortable bed. For me, there are a few details that complete this lovely moment. Fresh linens that have the aromatheraputic scent of Eucalyptus Mint, double pillows (one for my head and one to hug) and a goose down comfortor. I sleep slightly askew, as I typically have one foot sticking out from under the blankets. My dog snuggles next to me, a fan is on or at the very least, a window open. If I don't have my Ipod on the ocean sounds or rain forest. Admitting this may make me the arse of many 'o unkind jokes, but I can live with that.


So, as I wind down my Monday night, disconnecting from the constant bells and whistles of connectivity,  I say my evening prayers and thank the big guy upstairs for blessing me with another successful day. Buenos Noches, kids.

Food For Thought

It is easier to preach TEN sermons than it is to live ONE.

Opportunity may knock once, but temptation bangs on you door forever.

Don't wait for six strong men to take you to church.

Forbidden fruits create many jams.

Don't let your worries get the best of you, remember, even Moses started out as a basket case.

Some minds are like concrete: thoroughly mixed up and permanently set. 

Don't put a question mark where God put a period. 

You can tell how big a person really is by what it takes to discourage him.  

10 Suprising Facts....

That you may not know about me!!

I rarely sleep in the traditional head-at-the-headboard/foot-at-the-footboard position. I much prefer to sleep sideways or backwards.

I think creamed corn looks like vomit : /

My father wrote a one hit wonder in 1963 as the drummer for The Cascades "The Rhytm of the Falling Rain"

I once held the job of golf club assembler.

I adore Audrey Hepburn movies.

In high school I played Varsity tennis and wrote editorials for the school paper.

I have five tattoos, but one is a cover up... so really only four.

I have never rode on a motorcycle.

I have owned exactly 10 cars in the last 23 years and an old Suzuki Samuri was by far the most fun.

I have four brothers and no sisters.

Winds of Change

2011 began like a firework, full of promise to amaze into something spectacular. Except it turned out to be a dud, a defective spark that fizzled out. Where work was expected to be in abundance, future projects galore, thus providing a steady income. Womp.... wooomp... woooooomp..... In a matter of weeks, work dried up, and my goals were put on indefinate hold. Well, it has been six LONG months of creative financing, emotional distress, growing pains, and heartbreak. At long last, a great opportunity has knocked at door and things are once again looking up. Although it was indeed an amusing summer, a lot of free time on my hands to run amok and get into mischief, I am quite ready to get back to real life.

With this new opportunity comes a ray of hope. Fiancial stability, better health, career longevity, retirement matching... suddenly all those seemingly "perfect"  jobs I interviewed for that did not come to fruition have morphed from bitter misfortune into a testimonial to never losing faith. Also a reminder that everything happens for a reason.

I find it amazingly apropos that this new pursuit became official at the onset of the Labor Day weekend. I have completed all the required steps, turned in all the paperwork and signed on the dotted line.  So I close this post as th newly official "Assistant Director of Plant Operations". Pretty darned snazzy. Time for that firework show to get re-sparked. 2012 is lookin' up.

A Hunting We Will Go

This day began rather cobwebbed due to my attempt at cutting back on my morning caffeine fix. Well... that and the fact that every muscle in my body was screaming at me for moving furniture (solo) yesterday. This was the first bad call of the day, there were to be plenty more to follow suit. After stepping into a shower and wondering why I couldn't see, I realized I still had my eye glasses on. Hummmph! Out the window went the well intended endeavor to remove the morning cup of 'Joe from my routine.

After washing the gray out of my hair (thank you, Miss Clairol) and finishing a much overdue facial (thank you, Miss Sally Hansen),  I joined a beloved friend in her fierce, 11th hour scramble for a new place to call home. Having a large breed dog, her options are quite limited and finding an apartment in her desired neighborhood for under $1200 per month is about as likely as Ghaddafi marrying Barbara Streisand. But I digress... 

We forged through her five page list to no avail. One moving violation, a lecture from a very well-meaning La Mesa Police Officer and Grande Macchiatto, we struck gold. (NOTE: This was in fact, my FIRST coffee of the day. I needed an afternoon pick-me-up and although the cop was a hottie, he didn't take the hint from my come-hither-stare). We stumbled on a back street and found an impeccable complex. Much to our suprise, (and delight) large dogs were accepted! A tour soon ensued and the rental application obtained. I think we have a winner-winner-chicken-dinner, folks.  

So, as I climb into bed (my canine has already staked his claim by the window) with a Sleepytime Tea, I beg Mr. Sandman to grant me a peaceful night's sleep and no sore bones in the morning. *Yawn*