Jobs Are The New Brussels Sprouts

It’s been nice having short weeks.  Work three days – get six days off, work two days – get three days off.  I could definitely get use to this.  So does anyone else get up in the morning and think “Oh I don’t want to go to work today” and then hear a little voice (that usually sounds like your mother or grandmother) say “Just be glad you have a job.”  I am glad I have a job and a job at a place that I like.  But truth be known I’d rather be able to stay up late, sleep in, and do whatever I want — who wouldn’t?

I think the “Just be glad you have a job” has become the “There are starving children in Europe who would love to have those __________ [fill in the blank with brussels sprouts, peas, carrots, squirrel meatballs, or whatever]” and it’s being said by the same baby boomers who never understood the reasoning behind why kids in Europe who wanted to eat crap should force me to eat crap.

Perhaps we should say “There are unemployed people in India who would love to have your job outsourced to them.”  Ouch — that’s a little too close to the truth for me.  I better got to work!!

[Today’s picture: I’m not trying to hide my tousled hair — I’m trying to stay warm.  It’s cold outside and inside.  You may not see my hair again until spring (and by then there may be robin nesting in it).]

Back On Line — Boy Am I Spoiled

I finally am back on line.  I did all the usual steps when I can’t get on line and nothing worked.  Sat on hold for 40 minutes waiting for Comcast to tell me it’s not their fault and transfer me to Apple.  The wonderful woman at Apple got me up and running in about 5 minutes.  I love Apple.

So yesterday I’m at the grocery store and I remembered its resolution time.  I stopped making resolutions — well the traditional resolutions (I’ll lose weight, exercise, get taller, keep my condo clean, find a cure for cancer, and be nominated for a Nobel prize in physics).  This blog I guess is my New Year’s resolution.  Actually its my need to do something other than work, walk the dog, and watch television.  It is so easy to get in a rut.

I love to write but I come home and say “Oh I’m too tired to write.”  You know it’s not like I was out pulling a plow or digging ditches or chasing children for 8 hours.  I sit in an office at a computer and every once in a while I have to walk from the 16th floor to the 15th floor and then back up the stairs, but that’s about it.  The truth is not that I’m too tired, its just easier to lay on the couch with Freckles and watch whatever is on.  So I’m hoping that this blog will inspire me to do even more writing.

So back to the whole grocery store and I remembered its resolution time — I got sidetracked as usual (shiny object, shiny object) — the first of the year you will always find the Lean Cuisine on sale, along with other “diet” products.  Every other commercial is either for Alli, Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, Lifetime Fitness, or some other weight loss/get in shape project.  Having been overweight all my life, and having lost as much as 100 pounds at one time, I can tell you what the secret to weight loss is — being happy, creative, and liking yourself.  If you don’t like yourself at 280 pounds, you aren’t going to like yourself at 120 pounds — I guarantee it.

Okay, I’m going to spend the day picking up — I have a tendency to let things fall and stay.  I even bought a gift wrap organizer to put my leftover Christmas paper in.  Maybe this is the year I get organized — oh I crack myself up.

Have a good Sunday.

Good Grief It’s Cold Out There (and in here)

I believe if you look closely you will see ice hanging from my eye lashes.  Those aren’t dark circles under my eyes — they are small skating rinks.  And yes I slept in my sweatshirt.

It’s approximately 80 degrees below outside and not that much warmer in my place. To take Freckles out for a walk I wore two pairs of socks, two pairs of pants, my nightgown, and a sweatshirt all under a gigantic down coat. I felt like Randy in “A Christmas Story.”  If I fell I would never get up but on the plus side with all that padding I probably wouldn’t break my hip.

Today I am going to the funeral of my friend Geri’s mother. Last Saturday I went to the funeral of my friend Mary’s mother. I hope to lay around on the couch next Saturday. They are dropping like flies. The church where the funeral for Geri’s mom is being held has had something like 20 people die in the past 2 weeks. It’s like O’Hara airport on a holiday — they are circling the sanctuary for a chance to land. Geri said the poor woman who assists with funerals in going crazy.

Okay, I have to go and put on my funeral outfit. Have a good day and stay warm.

January 1, 2010


Happy New Year!!!!!

This morning I woke up and saw myself in the mirror and thought: 1) OMG*; 2) I should take a picture of this; and 3) boy do I have to pee. So after taking care of Mother Nature’s call (and she seems to be calling way too often lately) I went to my computer and took this picture using Photo Booth, an application that allows you not just to take a picture of yourself and/or friends but let’s you manipulate it in ways that make you look like any day you will be appearing on Criminal Minds. Then as I brushed my teeth the idea came to M.E. for this blog.

I’ve wanted to do a blog for a long time, but had nothing different to offer so I didn’t do it — that and the fact that I kept procrastinating — but now I have something different to offer, and pictures of M.E. are very, very different.

So here I am, starting the new year with my first picture and my morning thoughts. I hope you will come along with M.E., and maybe respond with your own morning picture and thoughts.

Let’s hope 2010 is a good year because to be honest, and hopefully not piss off last year’s karma, 2009 pretty much sucked.

Good morning world, it’s M.E. (Mary Elizabeth).

(*OMG = Oh Mary’s Gorgeous)