Why Are You Pressuring

me to come up with a "Title" EVERY SINGLE time I want to write. Its annoying. Why do I have to have a title? Maybe I dont like to title because I have no idea what Im going to write about until I start writing. Work didn't suck today like it did yesterday. "Why?" you may ask.

Well, I'll tell you. They assigned more people to my team and therefore, I wasn't as friggin bogged down by work and I could actually do something with quality, instead of just pushing information without any content. They like quantity, yes, but quality suffers.

I'm the slowest one at work anyway. My output numbers are poor..I know, but at least I try and nip the problem in the bud right then and there and not pass it off to someone else.

I ate a steak sandwich for dinner. Or actually inhaled. I was hungry after that lean cuisine I had for lunch at 1:00. I ate dinner at 7:00. No snack in between.

Im rewriting my synopsis. Its currently four pages. Im trying to cut it to one and a half.

Wish me luck.

Only One More Week

until my summer vacation. I cannot wait. We are going to King's Dominion and then down to the beach. I'm sorry to get onto another subject, but whats with the pop-ups? I mean I downloaded a google toolbar to add yet another pop-up blocker to my computer's pop-up repertoire and what do I get? About four pop-ups a minute. Can I just be left at peace while I'm on the internet. Jesus.

OK, where was I? Oh yeah, I was talking about my vacation. I haven't been to King's Dominion since the late 80's. I guess its changed. Some.

Work was stressful today. It kind of sucked. I'm ready for it to be over. All day on the phone. Its sucking my lifeforce. I'll keep looking for something that interests me. If I keep saying to myself, "I'll find something worthy of my talents. I'll find something worthy of my talents," its bound to come true.

Have you ever been sitting indian style with your laptop on your lap and your toes go into cramp? I have, its happening to me right now. OUCH.

My husband's ex-wife just called and pushed all the right buttons and he blew his top. It doesn't really matter to me that he went off. It bothers me that his ex-wife still has the power to make him go off. It makes me wonder.

The One Campaign

is on my mind lately.

I see the images. I see the celebrities fronting the cause. I see the world leaders coming to Scotland. I see nothing happening, but perhaps, just perhaps, something may actually happen.

I get nervous thinking about it. The possibility is there waiting at the edge. Waiting for someone who can do something chose to do IT. We all know who those someones are. I am waiting. I am watching. I've been let down before by our world leaders.

Maybe these concerts will actually turn a head. The people who are aware of the possibility to cancel third world debt are all for it, but is the big money all for it?

Who cares about the money owed to us. We don't need it. Americans have more money and stuff than any nation in the world. Its ridiculous to ride around in a Humvee..they are implements of war..and now we play in them. The excess makes me gag.

Therein lies my concern, when it comes down to it. Is money more important than the plight of an entire continent? Of course not, but what threads are stuck to the debt?

There is one thing the concerts will do and that is raise awareness. We are a global community and it is horrific to realize how utterly unaware we are of anybody but ourselves.

We are humanity. We are One. We as humans, no matter what our birthplace, need to take responsibility for global well-being, education and health.

We have the power and the money. What we lack is the willingness.

I Found a Grey Hair

on my head. AGAIN. I mean really, where has all my melatonin gone? I plucked the offending thread and hefted it as hard as I could out of my hand. It floated gracefully to the floor. Maybe I should change my attitude and love my aging body and adore my grey hair.

I worked my ass off today. I'm grateful to have a job, even though its temporary. I'm lucky to be able to help provide for my family, even though I cant fricking stand being tethered to a phone. Should I feel lucky I feel like a prisoner and give thanks for being in a state of employment?

I really don't see myself working in a call center for much longer. Talk about a soul destroyer. I'm wilting.

My Middle Name

is 'ostracized'.
I applied for a job
with NCSU last week.

Perfect job for me. Writing
articles for their news service.
Some PR, interviewing people
to fill up space in their publication.

I didn't even get an interview.

I applied 4 times with NCSU
and haven't even been given
the opportunity to talk to
someone.

I understand there is always
someone better, but jees.
No wonder people veer
away from their dreams.

I dont think people want
to see anothers persons dreams come
to fruition.

Or shall I lay down and quit my
dream of writing?

Optimist Park

Pool is where we spent
our afternoon. I felt like
I was in the Bronx.

The kids there were all
"street" with their hangy
all down pants. I could
see all the boys undies.

Me and Hubby analyzed
the pants down to your
knees phenomenon and
came to absolutely no
conclusions. I guess
the only conclusion
we came to is that
we came to no conclusion.

Miffed again.

Watching the Tony's
right now. Ethan Hawke
has beady eyes. John Boy from
"The Waltons" still has
that big gnarly mole on
his cheek.

The kids went on the
Slip N Slide today after
the big swim. They slammed
into each other constantly. Im sure
we have some bruises
going on right now.

We had to use the sprinkler
to keep the slide wet because
my goober Husband chopped
up the side of the thing this
morning while mowing the
lawn.

Is It Spring

Yet?

Hello, this is the weirdest
Springtime I've seen in a
while.

Is it ever going to get warm?

The temperature vacillates..
cool...mildly warm...cold rain
humid, but chilly....I want
to wear skirts with no
pantyhose to work.

I want to sit comfortably
on the beach without a
towel draped over my legs.

I want to go swimming in
the ocean without fear
of the shivers when I get
out of the water.

I want to enjoy an
iced coffee because
its hot outside. Everyone
should agree with me that
hot coffee in the
summer sucks.

I want to get in my
car in the morning, touch
the steering wheel and
say, "hot, hot, hot".

I want to wear a pink
and green scarf over
my head with big
sunglasses while I'm
driving in my truck
and pretend I'm Audrey
Hepburn.

I want a popsicle
to melt all over my
fingers before I have
time to eat it.

Patience is a virtue
that I guess I lack
right now.