Is My Blog Broken?

No. I Am Just An Idiot.

Um. There is was SOMETHING wrong with my blog!

I was all – FUCK! FUCK-FUCK-FUCKITY-FUCK-FUCK.

Why?

Because I cannot could not sign into the dashboard for this blog from ANY COMPUTER for some reason. Since last night.

[Insert massive panic attack, violent heartburn, and a whole lot of tears.]

I can’t couldn’t even comment on my own blog from ANY COMPUTER. Not from work, not from home, not from my son’s computer…..Not even from my Mac.

All I got was this: Error 403 “We’re sorry, but we could not fulfill your request for /wp-comments-post.php on this server. Your Internet Protocol address is listed on a blacklist of addresses involved in malicious or illegal activity. See the listing below for more details on specific blacklists and removal procedures. Your technical support key is: 4013-ae25-1366-73cd”

Huh?

I didn’t know what that meant. And I sure as hell wasn’t happy about it.

[Biting off all my finger nails] [Fingernails=Gone]

I think THOUGHT there might be some sort of an issue with my Google/Blogger account vs. my WordPress account? I believe THOUGHT they hated each other. Ever since Google/Blogger decided to change the commenting platform and banned the option of signing comments with your personal URL address, (which is toad-ily lame) I have to be signed into my unused Google/Blogger account in order for me to comment on your blogs. Everything was fine for a few days…but now… all of a sudden I can’t couldn’t sign into my WordPress account or get into MY OWN BLOG.

[I am was FLIPPING THE FUCK OUT.]

I think THOUGHT the issue is was a Google/Blogger vs WordPress issue because I can COULD sign in Melevision & I can COULD sign into Off The Pole book. But I cannot COULD NOT sign into Momma Mia Mea Culpa OR Everyone Needs A Little Evelyn

(And…since those are the two blogs that were converted FROM Blogger to WordPress, I assumed it had something to do with that).

Um. No.

I have NO IDEA how to fix any of these sort of things.

[Banging my head against the wall] [Walking around all bruised up]

Then, I spent my morning I harassing / stalking/ annoying / irritating / crying / screaming / and begging my poor best friend Leslie into helping me solve this problem.

I am WAS beside myself.

Mother Fucker.

This is WAS one shitty way to start the day.

*********** UPDATE **********

Yeah. Um. Sorry people. I know. I am INSANE.

Sorry for my personal drama and the MySpace, MyBlogLog & BlogCatalog mass bulletins that went out this morning…when I thought my blog was broken. My Bad.

*Also I want to apologize to anyone who thought they were banned from my blog. There was a technical , spam blocking, codey, error, thingy that I will never understand, which has now been fixed. Thank you for all of your concern and emails.

I need to OFFICAILLY STATE FOR THE RECORD that my best friend of 20+ years Leslie Poston deserves the biggest reward ever. Like a shiny new car? Or something really incredible like a new car and definitely something shiny. THANK YOU for ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS fixing and taking care of ME and my blog(s)…but THANK YOU for putting up with the unnecessary widespread panic I sent through the internet this morning.

I LOVE YOU LESLIE.

* Tragedy averted. Whew.

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Friendships In Bloggsville

Friendships are something I take very seriously. I value, treasure, and cherish each and every one of my friends. In fact, I even took a test to find out what kind of friend I am.

Here are my results:

You Are a Good Friend Because You’re Accepting:

No matter what a friend says or does, you try your best to understand it. And your friends feel like they can tell you anything. You don’t judge.

You know that friendship is a journey – with a lot of ups and downs. If you and a friend grow apart, you get over it quickly… and leave the potential for future friendship open.

You tend to have many friends from many walks of life. Anyone you meet is could become a friend. In fact, you are especially interested in people who are a little different than you. Seeing life from another perspective is something you cherish.

Your friends need you most when: They can’t turn to anyone else with their secrets

You really can’t be friends with: Dogmatic, stubborn people.

Your friendship quote: “Love is blind, but friendship closes its eyes.”

*Take the TEST and tell me your results in the comments.*

In keeping with the theme of friendship, now is the perfect time to tell you that I have been awarded the Friendship Blogger Badge from AntiBarbie!

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Thank you darling. I consider you to be one of my peeps too!

After loosing Peter without having the chance to tell him just how much he meant to me, I decided that I AM PASSING THIS ALONG. I want to make sure I tell ya’ll just how important you have become in my life. Here is to all of the wonderful bloggers I truly consider to be my friends.

Jodi @ …why paisley

Lis @ About Every Little Thing

Laurie Ann @ All Over The Bored

Leslie @ Apple Grrl

Jodi @ Beyond The Cracked Window (Oh My God…I am in love with my present. I cant thank you enough.)

Ingrid @ Boricua In Texas

Dan @ Cafe Leone

Steve @ Dazd!

Jason @ Gorilla Sushi

Greg @ Greg’s Brain

Ana @ Hiding In Public

Shannon/Stealthy @ Im Down With That

KellyPea @ Kellementology

Beth @ My MoonRising

Mimzie @ Mimzie

Lisa @ Oh My Word

Shawn @ Olga The Traveling Bra

Amber @ Random Magus

Selma @ Selma In The City

Vivian @ The Real Mother Hen

Michael C @ The Wonderful World Of Nothing

Dawn @ Twisted Sister

Ricardo @ Un-Loaded

Michael @ Caffinated Musings

*And a very special mention to one Holly GL

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Life At Home With The Parents (So Far)

1. Life at home with ‘The Parents’ has been going rather well. In fact, I don’t think I’ve laughed this hard, in years. I created a video montage for your viewing pleasure. Its the best way to translate what my life in this house has been like.

* Click HERE (for the clearest version: by MAC)

* Click HERE (for the fastest downloading version: by Virb)

* Click HERE (for the blurry version: by YouTube)

Enjoy!

2. I bought myself New Socks for the 1st time in 4 years. They are soft, stripped and possibly the coziest footwear I have ever had the pleasure of putting on.

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3. I found a dessert I can eat. Thats right! And…I am not allergic to one single ingredient. (cream, milk, sugar, egg yolk, and coffee) No longer will I have to deny myself the sweet satisfation of Ice Cream.

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*I ate the whole pint. In. One. Sitting.

Life. Is. good.

[REVISED EDITION]

4. I received and HUNG the greatest present EVER.

Thank you Jodi!!!

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Happy Hanukkah 2007

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* Family Photo Albumn of Hanukkah 2007  *

These will be updated every night (with new photos) until the 8 nights are over!

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Good Bye To My Friend Peter.

*A Memorial Site has been set up In Honor Of Peter*  

P.W.H. August 23rd, 1956 – November 25th, 2007

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“God saw you were getting tired,
and a cure was not to be,
so he put his arms around you
and whispered, “Come to me.”

With tearful eyes we watched you
and saw you pass away.
Although we loved you dearly,
We could not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,
hard working hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best.”

I am writing today’s post with a heavy heart. I am no stranger to death, but my experience in dealing with it is rather limited. I am sad to announce, one week ago today, on Sunday November 25th, a friend of mine passed away. He leaves behind: his father, a beautiful loving sister, his nephew, and countless life-long friends.

I can say with utmost certainty, Peters passing will leave a void in this world.

What can I say about my personal relationship with Peter? I met Peter approximately 5 years ago through another friend of mine, Pammie. I fell in love with Peter the minute I met him. His candor, his infectious laugh, his command of the English language was nothings short of genius. Peter was brilliant in every sense of the word. He was as talented and charismatic as they come. He was a truly gifted man with a heart of gold.

However, he was not without his daemons. Peter struggled with many obstacles. Yet, from what I witnessed, he faced each challenge with courage, strength, and dignity. I respected him all the more as he battled against all odds. For the past five years, Peter dedicated his life to working with people disabled by addiction to help them overcome obstacles on the path towards recovery. I am one of them.

When I first started spending time with Peter, it was easy to feel so comfortable with him. We shared a special connection, being that we were both active members of recovery programs. We had countless stories to share with each other. We did not sit around and exchange the typical addict war stories. Nor did we glamorize the ugliness that is addiction. But we sure did laugh (A LOT!) when reflecting on our past lives.

I remember one of the very first conversations I ever had with Peter.

Pammie, Peter and I were riding around in her car when Peter started talking about his past. He was incredibly open and honest about things he had done. I was shocked to see how at peace he was with his ‘mistakes’ … ‘Mistakes’ I was still too horrified to admit. But as I watched Peter speak, without restraint, I was unexpectedly inspired to tell him A Truth about the height of my drug abuse. Once I opened the proverbial locked door of secrets, I couldn’t stop letting them out. Peter didn’t react the way I always imagined someone would react after hearing one of my appalling tales. Instead, he simply laughed at the absurdity. Peter had one of those contagious laughs, which made me laugh at myself. After an hour of ‘confessions’ and laughter the weigh of the shame I’d been harboring for a years, was suddenly lifted. Somehow all of those dirty secrets I had been carrying around became OKAY.

Peter gave me the greatest gift of my life that day. Peter taught me how to forgive myself.

From that day on, I always felt safe when I was with Peter. He never judged me, and he never let me take myself too seriously. Most of all, he believed in me. I never got the chance to tell Peter just how much he enriched my life, but I think he knew.

One of my fondest memories of Peter will always be the time we went to NYC for the Tribecca Film Festival. That was the first time I had ever been exposed to things like: a black and white foreign film with subtitles, riding on the subway, touring the ruins of 9/11, and the ever so famous phrase “Roy-Ro-J’ay’s” with a ‘holster’ of fries. The time I spent with Peter was always cultural on some level, filled with fabulous movies, sushi dinners, and a trip to the Guggenheim museum. I also loved being able to share my writing with him. Peter was an exceptional and accomplished writer, wining awards for his poetry. It was an honor for me to have his time and attention. He delivered fantastic constructive criticism and powerful advice. I will forever be grateful.

Saturday, I attended Peter’s memorial services. It was such a beautiful tribute. There must have been at least a hundred people present. Peter had friends from all walks of life, and he touched every single one of them. Three people spoke about Peter and their relationship with him. My words, here, now, will pale in comparison to anything that was said during the service. The only thing I can say about the service? Listening to his sister talk about loosing her best friend was tough enough. But, the hardest part of getting through the service was when Peters father, an 82 year old, generally stoic man, gave his speech. Mid sentence, his voice started to shake, until he broke into tears. He collected himself and fell apart once more when referring to his son Peter by the nickname he had given him ‘Pedro.’ I think the cruelest thing in the world is when a parent looses their child.

The ceremony ended with a poem, written by Peter himself. I don’t think there could have been a more poignant way to close the service.

“I am that leaf from the tree
when browned by the autumn will covet the wind
and pray in the moonlight
beseech every bird that passes my way
I am that leaf who from my foundation
of branches and blossoms
will risk all that’s known to me
to be swept along gently
and fly blindly guided
and laugh as I dance in the rains
and I am passes through the passage of waters
when battered and bruised by tires I will return
to lunge over mountains
be fertile to fields
and lay still imbedded in frosty heaves
like a lovers bed
when stripped again I will
take flight
on the tireless wings of the memory
from which I came
and from which I draw my fortitude”

Written by Peter W. Hass

I will miss his presence. I will miss his friendship. I will miss all of the witty nicknames he created for the friends in his close nit circle. Most of all, I will miss the sound of his laughter.

I will miss you Peter. Good bye my friend. May you finally rest. In Peace.

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The Wonderful World Of Nothing

My buddy Michael C (of the blog The Wonderful World Of Nothing) wrote THE BEST letter I have read in a long time. You will laugh until your face falls off. I did. Do yourself a favor, READ THIS, and thank HIM for being ‘Sofa King’ funny.

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Holiday Spirit

I haven’t been in much of the holiday spirit. While I love holiday season, with ‘The Move’, ‘Office Annual Reviews’, and ten million other things all going on at once, I haven’t had a chance to sit down, let alone get into the ‘spirit’ of things.

Alas, I found the cure.

* (I just hope my family doesn’t kill me for these….After all, this post is DEDICATED to them!)*

If watching a bunch of people digitally dance around, dressed up as elves, doesn’t get you ‘knee-deep’ in holiday joy, I dont know what will.

Check out the following links!

My Father (Ron), My Mother (Pam), My Son (JCH) & ME! (Meleah).

My Brother (Adam), My Sister-in-law (Traci), My Nephew (Mason).

My Brother (Lee), My Sister-in-law (Maya), My Nephew (Jackson), My Niece (Zaibryn).

My Uncle Rick, my Uncle Bob & My Gramma Ev.

And last but NOT least…POPPA SYE.
(I am so sending this out to all of my family members as Poppa Sye’s holiday card.)

*Bonus Material Includes:

The Colonna Brothers!

The 4 Grandkids!

Just The Women.


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An Employee Self Evaluation.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. I am not ‘supposed’ to write about work. But ya’ll know how I feel about ‘rules.’

As the office annual reviews are rapidly approaching, raises are taken into consideration and goals are set for the upcoming year, for the first time in my employment history, I have been asked to complete my own employee evaluation.

While I think instituting standard ‘Employee Self Evaluations’ are sometimes necessary, and could even be useful if implicated properly, I am afraid the amount of time and effort I placed in answering these questions, will merely fall to the wayside.

I am not even sure why I worked so hard on my responses. It’s not as if ‘The Powers That Be’ will suddenly appreciate what I do. Nor will they recognize my absolute greatness and reward me with cash. Shit. I doubt they will even take my answers seriously, or give me the well deserved R-A-I-S-E I am more than entitled to.

Anyway. That’s not the point. Since I worked so hard on filling out my ‘Employee Self Evaluation’ I wanted to share it with you.

(I have deleted any words, phrases or things that would specifically identify my office, or any of the insurance carriers I work with. As per the meeting / conversation that took place behind closed doors about two years ago).

And now, here is : My Personal ‘Employee Self Evaluation’.

Employee Self-Evaluation of Performance:

Name of Employee: Meleah Rebeccah Hawthorne
Job Title: Marketing Department
Date:
November 28, 2007

1. Please give a summary of job your responsibilities.

My job responsibilities include:

1. Extensive knowledge of company appetites and online rating systems.

2. The ability to properly assess risks when marketing new business or remarketing accounts.

3. Quoting, pricing, binding, and issuing multiple line accounts.

4. Setting up the accounts in our Agency Management System for various lines of business as needed for insurance coverage then issuing the binders, certificates, and Auto ID cards for the insured’s.

5. Developing and maintaining successful relationships with our insurance carriers.

6. I am responsible for scheduling (and attending) insurance company office visits to discuss future business opportunities and to stay abreast of any changes in carrier guidelines.

*I personally handle 6-8 out of the 12-14 producers.

*I am also frequently called upon to bind & issue new business accounts & remarket accounts for the CSR’s.

*On several occasions, over this past year, I have been asked to lend my expertise to XXXX as well.

My duties also include following-up and obtaining the necessary information from the producers and / or CSR’s as needed by the insurance carriers. Additional duties include renegotiating premiums, if necessary, in order to achieve account retention.

2. How do you feel about your performance as an employee over the last year? (For example: attitude, motivation, initiative, quality of work, timelessness, productivity, supervisory requirements.)

I would rate my current job performance as superior relative to the current soft market conditions. The number of producers for which I am responsible is indicative of the Agency’s principals’ satisfaction with my job performance.

3. What kinds of skills have you needed to fulfill your responsibilities over this past year? (For example: organizational, interpersonal, written & verbal communications, problem-solving skills.)

I have demonstrated superior abilities relative to the following competencies:

1. Organizational:

I execute strong multi-tasking skills. I have quoted and marketed, on the average, approximately 60 risks per month, including multi line accounts, though hands on, self imputing, of the risk information into the online company rating systems, scanning and emailing larger submissions, as well as following up with the producers and the underwriters for all 17 of our insurance carriers.

2. Communications:

I am extremely proficient in communications both written and verbal. My position requires me to be in constant contact with carriers, underwriters, and producers for quotes and follow up information. I use both the phone and email systems to my full capacity as a liaison.

3. Interpersonal, and problem-solving skills:

My job in the Marketing Dept requires me to interact with all types of company and agency personnel. I have demonstrated an overall high rating in these skills as evidenced by my good relations.

Indeed, because of my good relations with the carriers, I have been asked on a few occasions by the Agency principal to make contacts with the underwriters, with various companies, to obtain account information. I have been able to get carriers to quote risks with little to no information, as well as acquiring the appropriate pricing.

4. What have you accomplished over the last year? (For example: personal or corporate goals met, tasks accomplished, or anything you feel most proud of.)

1. I have completed the CEU courses necessary to remained licensed.

2. I have personally placed / written 163 new business accounts, for a total of 1.2 mm in premium. I have individually worked on over 350+ submissions from January 07 to Present date. (That number does not reflect the re-marketing / retaining of accounts which is where my attention was heavily required this year.)

3. I have assisted in educating the rest of the Marketing Department with respects to computer skills, IE: some of the insurance carrier rating systems.

4. I have been an Agency representative for several company functions.

5. My dedication, hard work, and devotion to writing new business and retaining accounts.

6. I think outside of the box when it is necessary to be creative in placing particular risks.

7. My willingness to assist co-workers in any way possible.

5. What would you like to accomplish over the next year? (For example: performance improvements, tasks, goals, new skills.)

If the Agency had a tuition reimbursement program, I would like to go back to go back to college to take additional courses to further improve my education.

6. What other skills or experience do you have that you would like to be using in this job?

My competencies include a solid working knowledge for both MACOSX and Microsoft operating systems such as: Adobe Reader, Outlook, Office Word, Excel, and PowerPoint.

7. What would help you better carry out your work responsibilities? (For example: relationship skills, continuing education, particular tools.)

I would recommend a training program be instituted for the producers to educate them on how to use our agency management system, and the need to develop upfront, comprehensive account information which would eliminate the need for the Marketing Dept to constantly follow-up on inquiries. Complete submissions, including loss runs, would result in quicker turn-a-round quotes.

8. How would you evaluate your overall performance over the last year? (For example: unsatisfactory, constantly superior, or, perfectly adequate with room for improvement.)

While there is always room for improvement, and faced with circumstances far beyond my control, my overall performance this last year has been high quality.

9. Any additional comments.

While I strongly support the use of evaluations, goal setting; measurement of competencies; etc., as a way of measuring job performance, our Agency needs to set written, specific, and measurable goals which are realistic and achievable, and applicable to EVERYONE.

Every employee’s work performance should then be gauged against the success or failure of meeting these goals.

Finally, successful attainment of the goals would be translated in the form of rewards: raises. (As I’m sure you will agree, why try to exceed standards if everyone is rewarded the same, or worse, not rewarded at all).

In closing I have learned a lot over the last year and it has been a pleasure to be a part of such a winning team.

The End.

Yep. That’s what I handed in.

Ya think it was good? Bad? Yes? No?

I have no absolutely NO idea how my bosses and managers will react to this, if they react at all.

I also have NO IDEA why I am nervous. (Well I do, but that is another post for another day).

Before I come round to read your blogs, my mother sent me an EMAIL (I don’t know who wrote this) but it’s the PREFECT ending to this post (especially #4 & #13)

    BOSSES RULES:

    1. Never give me work in the morning. Always wait until 4:00 and then bring it to me. The challenge of a deadline is refreshing.

    2. If it’s really a rush job, run in and interrupt me every 10 minutes to inquire how it’s going. That helps. Or even better, hover behind me, advising me at every keystroke.

    3. Always leave without telling anyone where you’re going. It gives me a chance to be creative when someone asks where you are.

    4. If my arms are full of papers, boxes, books, or supplies, don’t open the door for me. I need to learn how to function as a paraplegic and opening doors with no arms is good training in case I should ever be injured and lose all use of my limbs.

    5. If you give me more than one job to do, don’t tell me which is priority. I am psychic.

    6. Do your best to keep me late. I adore this office and really have nowhere to go or anything to do. I have no life beyond work.

    7. If a job I do pleases you, keep it a secret. If that gets out, it could mean a promotion.

    8. If you don’t like my work, tell everyone. I like my name to be popular in conversations. I was born to be whipped.

    9. If you have special instructions for a job, don’t write them down. In fact, save them until the job is almost done. No use confusing me with useful information.

    10. Never introduce me to the people you’re with. I have no right to know anything. In the corporate food chain, I am plankton. When you refer to them later, my shrewd deductions will identify them.

    11. Be nice to me only when the job I’m doing for you could really change your life and send you straight to managers’ hell.

    12. Tell me all your little problems. No one else has any and it’s nice to know someone is less fortunate. I especially like the story about having to pay so much taxes on the bonus check you received for being such a good manager.

    13. Wait until my yearly review and THEN tell me what my goals SHOULD have been. Give me a mediocre performance rating with a cost of living increase. I’m not here for the money anyway.

    Posted in Life, Work | 70 Comments

    I Am In.

    It’s official. I am even 99% unpacked. Whee!!

    The Move is O-V-E-R.

    While I’d love to write something funny, I am just too damn tired to be that creative right now. So, I will just give you a shorthanded UPDATE.

    Everyone worked really hard to make the best of this stressful situation. We all did such a great job that no one had a free hand to take any pictures.

    [insert *tears* for not digitally capturing moments in time….although I don’t really need a photograph to remember how painful the 4 flights of stairs, or the 987256780885391784167209456.5 trips down those 4 fucking flights of stairs.]

    Instead, my whole family and I, helped the ‘Professional Movers’ knock out the job in three hours. Three Hours.

    Well…almost three hours.

    On Saturday, we moved everything. Except for the Kitchen. I don’t use a kitchen; I don’t know anything about kitchens, unless it involves cleaning. I was clueless as to how to pack a kitchen, or move a kitchen.

    Of course… those Three Hours also did not include any of the unpacking, folding, putting away, re-arranging, or decorating. Or any of the wiring required to: hook up, lamps, power strips, two TV’s, two cable boxes, two computers and 7 billion gaming systems. No. That took two days.

    I have to say, I was really impressed with my son. During this whole transition, he has been phenomenal. JCH helped, cleaned, unpacked, carried boxes and bags, smiled, laughed and never ever argued. Not.Even.Once. (He did better than me). Although, I am happy to announce that there were no fights, no drama, and none of the expected hysteria occurred. I did have a moment, or two, or ten, when I was confused by my feelings. I was sad for the loss, and relived for it to be over. But, for the first time in my life…I never lost control of myself, my reaction, or my emotions. That in itself was a friggen miracle.

    Now I am still trying to get acclimated to such small space. And the fact that my room is so hot, it feels exactly like living….on the SUN. However, I love love love love my little writing nook.

    (This is where I will be spending most of my time anyway.)

    AND! I am even ‘allowed’ to smoke in my room! Yippee! Thank you Mom & Dad.

    Over all, I am really, truly, very, happy with my new living quarters. Its simple, its clean, its purple, and I have all my absolutely favorite things with me. I am especially thankful to have such a great family. Speaking of which, I am not LONLEY anymore!! I thought it would be hard to adjust from being ALONE, to surrounded by so many people, but actually, its been delightful to have dinner together, watch some TV together and laugh together. And when I want To Be Alone…I have my purplesanctuary.

    The ONLY thing I am NOT really a fan of…is my new ‘bathroom’.

    Yeah. Um. I don’t exactly have a bathroom. Yes, there are two and half bathrooms in this house. Two full bathrooms upstairs, with a half bath down stairs. But, this is basically how the bathroom ‘situation’ has been worked out:

    The First Bathroom. (The Boys Bathroom for JCH & Poppa Sye. (complete with monogramed towels)It is also the closest to my bedroom. I will have to use this one for: flushing cigarette butts wrapped in baby wipes, brushing my teeth & washing my face when I wake up before anyone else. And, in the middle of the night if “I gotta go. gotta go. gotta go right now.” when my parents are sleeping, or yanno…whatever else it is they “do” behind closed doors.)

    TheMasterBathroom. (My Parents Bathroom. Where I will be taking my morning showers. I think? And don’t think for a second, that when my parents ‘go away’ for weekends I wont be using this.)

    The Half Bathroom. (Well, that’s for all of us, except for when and if I have one of my crohn’s attacks.)

    And then. There is My “Bathroom.”

    I have THIS for my toiletries, and THIS SPOT, is where I will be applying make-up, doing my hair and all the other things one does to prepare to face society.

    While I am used to having THISBathroom all to myself…it is definitely going to take some time, to get comfortable, “getting ready” in my bedroom.

    I do feel just a teeny tiny awkward with no ‘home plate’ (for lack of a better term) when it comes to the much needed privacy of a personal bathroom. But, like everything else, I am positive with time, and discovering new ways to contort my body inside of a 1 x 1 sized corner while blow drying & setting my hair in hot rollers, will work out just fine?

    Oh, yeah…just one more thing. Have ya’ll ever wondered just where I got my O.C.D. from? Where I obtained the need to be totally organized? Or how I learned how to make my famous to-do lists? Ah yes, the secret revealed. I learned some of these traits from my mother.

    God bless her. I love her. She is THE strongest woman I know. She maybe a little over zealous at times, nonetheless quite effective. Now that there are 5 people living under one roof, my mother has taken the initiative to assign some of the daily chores. This is your standard, structured, comprehensive, chart in order to determine who’s responsible for what. While these ‘chores-duties-obligations-responsibilities-jobs’ are not etched in stone, they are laminated, color coordinated, and hanging on the fridge (right next to my 3 page list of food allergies).

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    * I have to hand it to my mother. She may have her quirky way of doing things…but NO ONEsingle handedlypacksa kitchenlike her!

    On that note, I will leave you for today.

    Things are DONE. Things are GOOD.

    Now…I have to go and get ready for work (for the first time in my corner). Let’s just see how that goes!

    PS… And hey…I may not have a bathroom, but at least now I can afford to buy some new shoes. Real shoes. Maybe even GIRL shoes. Like Heels! These are ones I have been wearing to work every day for a year. (yes they are my sons old dress shoes.)

    * The Full “Set” of photos taken for the I AM IN post*

    [REVISED EDITION:
    We have a NEW Chore List. And I don’t have to do laundry on Friday Nights anymore! Yippee. List is here = jobs.xls]

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    Twenty-Twenty-Twenty-Four Hours To Go

    “I wanna be sedated”.

    Just kidding. I am sedated.

    The Move is happening within the next 24 hours.

    I am okay-ish. I am mad-crazy-bizy and buried underneath a pile of boxes…But fine. (I will post pictures and update as soon as possible).

    Please wish me good luck…. and all that crap.

    See You On The Other Side Of The Move.”

    Posted in Drama Drama, Family, Life, Strong Medicine | 31 Comments