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New job started this week

May 31, 2008

I started the training for my new job this week. It was very enlightening and good. A bit brutal too. The group of people that I am in this week amounted to ten. We are being trained by John Bridges who is a licensed hypo-therapist. He uses many of the key factors of hypo-therapy in his sales training. Explaining that you need to help customers focus on their needs and then sell the product. Very basic, but an interesting experience with John none the less. More later on this subject.

Needless to say, with the quick switch of my schedule this week, I’ve been exhausted when the work day is done. I haven’t even gone to the library which explains my lack of blogging here. I have to go for now. I will write more later. Peace.

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Sushi for lunch anyone?

May 21, 2008

I did it. I ate sushi. It was alright. I’m not sure what the rave is all about. The wasabi was the most exciting part. I did my best to eat the raw tuna. And the cucumber rolls. And of course the famous California rolls. In the end I offered my leftover little rolls to the other people at the table. They of course gladly took them.

I just found out that the guy sitting next to me owns the Drake Hotel in Oak Brook. And gee, he seemed so nice. So you can be rich and nice too. And of course, there is a Mrs hotel owner. For the record she was very nice too. Maybe I notice this only because I’m currently alone and poor. But he did thank me for my tuna rolls that I offered.

Recent movies I’ve seen:

“Juno”, “27 Dresses”, “The Forgotten”, “Into the Wild”.

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I haven’t fallen off the face of the earth

May 20, 2008

I’m out here somewhere. Just been quite busy the last few days. I will post more later when the demands aren’t so ah, demanding. Until then,

Peace

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Late Saturday evening

May 17, 2008

Randomness. . . . .

It’s been a good day so far. Went to a soccer game. Some ‘family’ came in from out of town for a friends potential graduation. Unfortunately, she didn’t pass. Very sad and disappointing. Especially for her. Still it was nice to see the folks from Michigan. We had a blast just talking about old times and laughing.

I finished “I Want Candy”. It was a bit more colorful than I originally thought it might be. It seemed that the young girl in the book ran into every degenerate she possibly could. It was kind of creepy actually.

I have a dog and a cat I have to find homes for. I’m going to be moving and can’t take them with me. I’m worried. I don’t want to give them to a shelter and I don’t want them put to sleep. I’ve heard bad things about advertising for new homes for your pets, because apparently there are creeps out there that look for free animals to do cruel things to. These little guys don’t deserve that. What am I to do? Worried.

I love ice cream. But it’s not good for me. Either is pizza. I should eat only salad. I love veggies too.

Tomorrow morning I will be picking up dog poop in the yard. I know you, the reader don’t care.

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My newest book

May 14, 2008

“I Want Candy”, by Kim Wong Keltner is the book I am reading currently. I can tell that so far this is not a book you can judge by it’s inside cover story. It tells the tale of an eight grade girl who is discovering herself. Candace is the daughter of Chinese immigrants who run a Chinese take-out restaurant. She does not want to spend all of her time rolling won tons or frying egg rolls. She finds out that some friends aren’t always true to you. She discovers that she can’t trust all people. In some ways, Candace reminds me of myself at that age. There is some very funny times as well as some heartwarming moments. I’m only half way through right now and will let you know what I think at the end.

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The house dream continued

May 14, 2008

Where were we? Ah, seeing the hallway where the light is.

Once you discover this hallway and go down it there are about six bedrooms all down the right side when entering from the labyrinth. On the left side are a series of shower rooms. Each of the bedrooms and the shower rooms are decorated in a unique style. Some bedrooms have one bed, some have two. In some there are toys which signify that children are in the home. Some of these rooms seem more adult like. The shower rooms are each a different color the first one being blue, the second one is purple and then red and orange and yellow and green. The shower rooms are very nice. All ceramic tiled and there are even benches where you can sit and let the water cascade down your body. As I walk down the hallway with bedrooms on my right and bathing rooms on my left I sense that there is more.

I notice a door at the end of the hallway. As I open it I am now in a new room where there are white walls and, another door at the other end. Upon going through that door I find a room with more white walls and, another door. In this room there is an optional staircase. I say optional because if you remember I said this was a recurring dream. In some I simply go through the door at the end ( yes another one) , thus bypassing the stairway. If I chose the door I am brought into another room, and another and another. It seems as if the rooms are almost endless but this is not the case. There is an end. The last door opens to a large field. The sun is shining and the grass is blowing gently in the wind.

If you take that optional staircase, it leads to more rooms above the main house. I never explore these rooms much. They appear to be unfinished. Lots of studded walls without drywall. And the staircase leads to more staircases where there are secret ways to get in an out of the rooms. Little doors and special areas. I just seem to walk around and take different paths as I choose.

Some variations on this dream are, sometimes I just want to take a shower. I have the hardest time deciding which shower room to use. This dream doesn’t last very long. Sometimes I have to make a decision about which bed I’m going to sleep in and in which room. And another version is me just going up and down the stairs looking for a way out. In this version I crawl through little doors and passageways.

Again, this dream is not very scary. More eerie in spots. And as you can see I never run into any people in this dream. It’s always me alone. If you were hoping for a big ending, it’s not in my dream . . . you’ll have to make your own.

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Here’s a dream for you . . .

May 12, 2008

My good friend bloggingjenny added a link to her latest post this afternoon about wanting a secret room in her home. The link brought the reader (me) to a site where they talked about secret rooms and how you can add them to your home or how some folks just stumble across a secret room in their own homes, apparently sometimes not a pleasant experience.

For the record, I do not have a secret room in my home. In my dreams however, I have a home with lots of secret rooms. It’s a recurring dream that I have had many times. It’s not scary. It’s more along the lines of eerie. The outside of the house is a brick bungalow type with vines growing up around the windows. The front of the home sits on an angle on the lot. Around the home there is a raised wall about two feet high where bushes are planted. In back of the home there is a nice lot of trees with a playhouse in one of them. I also see a patio outside and some outdoor furniture and a hose laid loosely on the stone. I never seem to see the front door to the home, only somehow get inside.

The living room is a replica of my friend Jayne’s mom and dad’s home from my childhood. Pretty simple and straightforward there. Sectional couch, end tables, pretty drapes on the windows, lamps. The rest of the house is not theirs at all though. I don’t remember a kitchen, but do see a pantry. There are several bedrooms and bathrooms which I will get to in a moment.

First I want to tell you about the master bedroom which is a labyrinth of design. This room is very large. Probably fifty by fifty feet square. There are steps going up that wind around in a squarish circle and continue upward until you arrive at the king sized bed. The bed would appear to be viewable from the surrounding room, except in reality is is encased by a privacy wall. The walls leading up to the bed are shelved and contain books and other belongings to the people who occupy the room. There are windows on all four walls high against the ceiling which let in light. Oh, and, the ceiling is probably at least twenty feet in the air. Actually, once you reach the bed you are probably at least twelve to fifteen feet high off the floor of the room. In my dream I always see the room from the same angle. And at the lower left side I can see a hallway leading to light. The sun must be shining.

to be continued . . .

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Got library card?

May 10, 2008

  Yep. I’m there right now using my new card to access the internet. I will say that it was quite easy to get the card here at the new library. They didn’t seem as uptight as the ‘other’ place I was at last night. 1,2,3 and I’m online. I’m even going to take a tour of the place. Except for the fact that they closed at 5:00 on a Friday evening this place may not be too bad. One difference is the time you are given for the use of the internet. Score:  Old library = 2 hours   New libray = 45 minutes

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Happy Weekend & disgruntled library patron

May 9, 2008

I got offered the job today and I took it. Of course I took it. I’d be a fool to turn this down. There was a “but” though. It seems that their class for this coming Monday is full so I have to wait for two weeks to start. I’m already poor, so what’s two more weeks. Hey, I got a job. My work here is done.

With this Friday night and most of the weekend free, I was going to head over to the library to take out some books and movies to entertain myself with. I went to the library branch I have been using in the town I recently moved from. THe library is still close to my home and I’m familiar with the layout so it’s my favorite branch. When I went to the computer to get on the internet I was advised to see the librarian. She informed me that my card had expired and I needed a new one. I went back downstairs and up to the help desk where I was told I did not have enough forms of ID to warrant a card. I went out to my car and got some utility bills from the address at the house in that town which I have on the market. He bills show that I am paying the utilities at that house, however the bill is mailed to my resident address in the neighboring town where I am renting a house. I was told that due to tax payers somethingorother, I couldn’t get a card in that town. I would have to go to the local branchj of the town I now resided at. So. . . .

I went over to my local library in the ‘new’ town. They were closed. At 5:15pm pm on a Friday evening. ?!!! So I ask you, is my life so stagnant that all the rest of the world is too busy to use a library on Friday night therefore they close early?  Am I the only middle aged single woman with nothing else to do on a Friday night except read books or watch movies by myself?

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For my girlfriends and I – Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou

May 8, 2008

PHENOMENAL WOMAN
by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I’m not cute or built to suit a model’s fashion size
But when I start to tell them
They think I’m telling lies.
I say
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips
The stride of my steps
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please
And to a man
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees
Then they swarm around me
A hive of honey bees.
I say
It’s the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth
The swing of my waist
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say
It’s in the arch of my back
The sun of my smile
The ride of my breasts
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say
It’s in the click of my heels
The bend of my hair
The palm of my hand
The need for my care.
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That’s me.