I was too wiped out to post last night and this morning it was a madhouse around here.Lots going on, good and bad. (I know you're wondering about the title; keep reading and it will eventually make sense.)
I had a 9:45 job interview for an editor position for a book publisher. I'm sure 9:45 doesn't sound like a big deal to those of you who are working folks, but it was tough for me.I don't drop Michael off at school until 8:45.
Alesia ate breakfast and came upstairs and threw it all up. Her stomach issues are omnipresent. She was able to go to school, though. Coco had several accidents that I had to deal with, and Michael was his usual dawdling self, and it was one thing after another. My usual morning.
Then I had to try and figure out what to wear to the interview and which of my publications to take.
A short time later, I got to Buckhead and couldn't find the building.
Buckhead, for those unfamiliar with Atlanta, is our version of Rodeo Drive. We have Saks, Nieman Marcus, many enormous office buildings and plush hiugh rise condos, and swanky hotels like the InterContinental. Also we have part of the road torn up at the moment, to further distract me.I avoid Buckhead whenever possible. I don't like the traffic, the noise, any of it. I hate to shop. I hate crowds. now, if I am working in Buckhead I go and work and leave, and it's no big deal, but trying to find things there on a rare occasion is no fun.
The interview went well, after I finally got there, but that's about all I can say here. If it works out into something I will say more.
Mother got some terrible news yesterday afternoon. A dear friend of hers, Rosemary, died, after a short hospitalization. Rosemary was a retired psychologist and just a warm, friendly, caring person, and she and Mother were close. They maintained a close friendship even after Mother came over here to live with me in 2005. Despite not being able to get together in person, they spoke on the phone often, and sent each other cards and little gifts. Rosemary had known my dad, too. So her loss leaves a big hole in Mom's life.
There are several other friends of Mother's who are in various states of precarious health, and it's scary. Mom has lost several friends in the past few years. She's 77, so I suppose it's a normal thing, but still painful. It pains me to see Mother grieving.
So my way of dealing with things is, I cook. I came home and checked emails, then I made homemade spaghetti sauce and it's in the crock pot now, and I have two loaves of Spiced Pumpkin Bread in the oven.
I have a cousin who sent me a very funny email and I copied it below. You might as well laugh rather than cry; laughing is a lot better. That's pretty much our family motto.
Paraprosdokian sentences:
A paraprosdokian is a figure of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected in a way that causes the reader or listener to reframe or reinterpret the first part. It is frequently used for humorous or dramatic effect ... see below .....
Ø I asked God for a bike, but I know God doesn't work that way. So I stole a bike and asked for forgiveness.
Ø Do not argue with an idiot. He will drag you down to his level and beat you with experience.
Ø Going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than standing in a garage makes you a car.
Ø The last thing I want to do is hurt you. But it's still on the list.
Ø Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.
Ø If I agreed with you, we'd both be wrong.
Ø We never really grow up; we only learn how to act in public.
Ø War does not determine who is right -- only who is left.
Ø Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit; wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.
Ø The early bird might get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
Ø Evening news is where they begin with 'Good evening,' and then proceed to tell you why it isn't.
Ø To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism. To steal from many is research.
Ø How is it one careless match can start a forest fire, but it takes a whole box to start a campfire?
Ø I thought I wanted a career; turns out I just wanted paychecks.
Ø Whenever I fill out an application, in the part that says "If an emergency, notify:" I put "DOCTOR."
Ø Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?
Ø Women will never be equal to men until they can walk down the street with a bald head and a beer gut and still think they are sexy.
Ø Why do Americans choose from just two people to run for president and 50 for Miss America ?
Ø Behind every successful man is his woman. Behind the fall of a successful man is usually another woman.
Ø A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.
Ø You do not need a parachute to skydive. You only need a parachute to skydive twice.
Ø The voices in my head may not be real, but they have some good ideas!
Ø Always borrow money from a pessimist. He won't expect it back.
Ø A diplomat is someone who can tell you to go to hell in such a way that you will look forward to the trip
Ø Hospitality: making your guests feel like they're at home, even if you wish they were.
Ø Money can't buy happiness, but it sure makes misery easier to live with.
Ø Some cause happiness wherever they go. Others whenever they go.
Ø There's a fine line between cuddling and holding someone down so they can't get away. [this one is my favorite]
Ø I used to be indecisive. Now I'm not sure.
Ø When tempted to fight fire with fire, remember that the Fire Department usually uses water.
Ø You're never too old to learn something stupid.
Ø To be sure of hitting the target, shoot first and call whatever you hit the target.
Ø Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.
Ø If you are supposed to learn from your mistakes, why do some people have more than one child?
