HIS Loss!!!

So a couple months ago, my fiend and I attended an "All Class Reunion" Brunch that was being held by my high school's Class of '85 (which was the year before ours).

We're there...everybody's having a good time yuckin' it up and whatnot.

After a couple hours, in walks this guy, good looking, who hasn't aged a day since high school.

We talk with him for a while, he's pretty cool, and we ask if he's on Facebook. He wasn't. What?!? Someone OUR age NOT on Facebook?!? What's up with THAT???

He tells us that he's going to create a page soon and we say, "Cool. Once you do we'll send you a friend request." He liked that idea.

A couple weeks later, he sets up his page. My friend had pretty much been watching for it DAILY, so when his page was up, she told me and we both sent friend requests.

More weeks passed by and last Wednesday she sends me a "Breaking News" alert that he had FINALLY accepted her request. Really? Hmmm. That's interesting. He hadn't accepted mine.

Then she told me that he had been accepting people (because again...she'd been stalking his page, so she could see his friend count increasing), and she wasn't sure what took him so long to accept hers.

In that instant I already knew that he wasn't going to accept mine. I know his type. I sent a friend request to another former classmate years ago, and he too just sat on the request...never accepted. Why? Because these dudes have "standards" and they only allow a certain "look" on their page. I don't fit that standard, so neither one accepted my request.

So...just as I did with the other guy years ago...I will now go in and CANCEL my request for THIS new guy. Facebook friends a great, and I really like (and actually KNOW) 99.9% of mine. But the last thing I care about is WHEN will this dude (or ANYBODY) will accept my request, or why they haven't already. I guess we'll never know since I'm cancelling the request.

Sometimes Facebook can really feel like kindergarten. *sigh*

Anywhoo...Let the DIALOGUE begin: Do you have folks you've sent requests to and they're just sittin' on them? If so, will you just leave the request there, or will you cancel it at some point?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Starting Over

I've seen many sad sights in my lifetime, but I what I saw today really hit me.

I was driving home and had to stop at a light. As I was at the light I heard loud cussing and screaming.

I looked to find where it was coming from and the source was two cars to my right.

Shortly after the cussing and screaming, I saw the passenger open the door, get out, and start walking. The passenger was a male dressed in a black prison jumpsuit. Living around the corner from a courthouse, I'm VERY familiar with that jumpsuit. Prisoners are always walking the streets of my neighborhood as they are released with no one to pick them up.

This particular guy had a ride, but the ride wasn't going too well.

Now I don't know who he was, or what he was in for, but it made me a bit sad to know that THIS was how his ride home was turning out. And he couldn't have been out for too long because I was in Compton, not far at all from the courthouse. So this ride could not have been more than 5 minutes long (assuming that they left DIRECTLY from the courthouse).

I kept thinking about how this young man had completed serving his time and he gets to re-enter society with screams and cussing. What a GREAT new start! NOT!!!

Again, though...I don't know the whole story. Heck, I don't know the story at all. I was just going by the 30 seconds that I witnessed.

I just hope that he finds his way and that this world is kind enough to him to offer him another chance. If not...he'll be back in those "prison blacks" as soon as he gets out of them.

Let the DIALOGUE begin: What are YOUR suggestions for inmates who are recently released from prison trying to make their way back into society?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Reflecting

At this time last year, I was sitting by my Mom's hospital bedside waiting for her to "come to" and regain consciousness.

She'd been admitted to the hospital on September 17th, and had her leg amputated on September 25th. She hadn't been conscious for any of it.

As the days went on, we wondered how she would react once she realized what had been done to her leg. We didn't think she'd be too pleased, but it was the decision that HAD to made. Her leg was dying and as a result, her body was too. The leg HAD to go.

Those were some really sad days for me. Probably the saddest of my life.

Seeing the woman who was always such a spit-fire and strong-willed, now relegated to a bed and unable to speak. It was all too much.

Whenever I think of those days, my heart gets extremely heavy. I can hardly believe that it's almost been a year. Time certainly does fly...and not just when you're having fun.
During those moments of sadness though, I always remind myself of where she is now...IN THE PRESENCE OF GOD...and in that, I IMMEDIATELY find joy.

My Mom has no more pain, sadness, anger, sorrow, disappointment...no negativity WHATSOEVER. And that sometimes makes me just a wee bit jealous. My Mom now dwells in the place where I am striving to get to. My Mom has MADE IT! That place is now her PERMANENT residence! And I am simply overjoyed by the thought.

So yeah...this time last year wasn't a good time for me AT ALL. But when I look at the outcome...not so much that my Mom is no longer here...but the fact that she is finally where she always wanted to be...I can truly say that I am all right...and it is well with my soul.

Let the DIALOGUE begin: What were YOU doing on this day last year?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Longevity

Today I spent the day in "school". I was at work, but today was the day for some of the newer folks like me to get an in depth overview of the company and various departments.

One thing that struck me with many of the folks we met with was how long they had been with the company. 29 years. 23 years. 19 years. 14 years. THIRTY TWO YEARS!!!

As I listened to them tell their stories of how they joined the company and moved up within it, I did some calculations in my mind and thought back to where *I* was 32, 29, 23, 19, 14 years ago.

I've been a lot of places and have had a lot of jobs.

Two of the people mentioned how their resumes made them look a bit "career unsteady" when they interviewed because they hadn't stayed with jobs for long. Well...that was 29 & 32 years ago. Once they got THIS job, it was a wrap!

Then I wondered if *I* would be with the company for 29 & 32 years. Heck, at this point I've only been with the company now for FOUR months. 29 years seems like FOREVER...and would definitely make the this job that I would retire from.

I dunno. It's made me really think about my career path and what I really want.

It also made me realize how wonderful it must be to get in on something at the beginning. That's when opportunity is the greatest. Sure...I can work hard to move up as well, but no one can tell me that that process won't be exponentially more difficult than it was for the folks I met with today.

I'm sure that they are all GREAT at what they do...I just know that TIME

has been on their side.

Oh well.

Overall it was a good day and I'm glad that I got to know more about the company I work for.

Just left me with a whole lot to think about...a WHOLE lot.

Let the DIALOGUE begin: How long have YOU worked at YOUR job?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Allow me...Or not.

Are you the type of person who is always ready to jump in and help, even when it's not solicited?

I am.

And that annoys "Joe".

Yesterday, he was trying to do something and it took everything in me to not do it for him. But I knew better.

So I kept my nose in the book I was reading and patiently waited...and waited...and waited.

Finally, I heard, "How do you...?"

I didn't get up and go over to do it for him, I simply told him how, and he did it himself.

For me...that was huge.

Yet by doing that, things flowed so much more smoothly than they typically do.

I don't know if I've been alone for so long that I just don't know how to let someone else do "anything", but I one thing I know for sure is that most men (especially Joe) don't want women doing things for them. Instead, they need to "be the man" and figure it out. That's exactly what Joe did yesterday. He figured it out, as I knew he would.

I'm learning. We're growing. And that's a good thing.

Let the DIALOGUE begin: Are you one to jump in and help without anyone asking, or do you patiently wait for help to be requested?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Don't Eat the Meatloaf!

So I have this friend whose nails are always nicely done, although long, curved and a bit pointy.

I keep my nails fairly short and squarely rounded.

The fingernails brought back a memory of an incident that took place with a coworker years ago who invited a bunch of us to her house for dinner.

We get there and she had decided that she'd throw some burgers on the grill.

As I'm in the kitchen helping her prepare, I noticed her doing something to the patties that almost made me THROW UP.

She had long fingernails and the meat was getting stuck underneath.

I'm sure that you can guess what happened next, and you probably wanna throw up now too.

But just in case...let me help you out.

She scraped the meat from under her nails and mashed that stuff right back into the patty. HOW GROSS WAS THAT?!?

Needless to say, I only and chips and dip that night and passed on the burgers.

As a result of that experience, I have always advised my kids to NEVER EAT MEATLOAF MADE BY A WOMAN WITH LONG FINGERNAILS! Of course, this goes for hamburger patties too...but there's somethin' extra special about meatloaf and how you really have to get your hands all in it when making it. So yeah...meatloaf...no thanks!

Now...Let the DIALOGUE begin: What's that grossest thing you ever saw someone do while they were preparing a meal, and...if you are a woman...do you wear your nails curved or squared?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Night Clothes

Tonight I thought we'd talk about something light.

Pajama bottoms.

I just don't get 'em. I mean, I do...but I don't wear 'em...at least not to bed.

My oldest daughter however, loves them...and sleeps in them every night. Even in the summer.

I just can't.

I feel like wearing pajama bottoms to bed is like wearing PANTS to bed...and who can sleep with PANTS on? I certainly can't. I won't tell ya what I do sleep in ('cause that's just TMI), but it's definitely NOT pajama bottoms. Too hot. Too constricting. Just too much.

Now I will wear pajama bottoms around the house, during the day. But to bed? Nope. No way. No can do.

How 'bout you?

Let the DIALOGUE begin: Are you the pajama bottom wearing type?

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Til next time...

It's Me, it's Me, it's Me O' Lord...

One of the most difficult things for me to do is watch someone I love come apart at the seams...and not be able to help.

I have a friend who's struggling...big time. And I can tell that things are becoming overwhelming. I have provided as much help as my friend will take, and have offered more, but to no avail.

My friend doesn't know how to ask for or receive help. Maybe it's a pride thing. Who knows? All I know is that I am watching my friend fall apart little by little and as much as I try to be encouraging, supportive, and simply PRESENT...I can see that my friend is shutting down...and that troubles me...a LOT.

This evening while I was at my friend's house, I offered as many suggestions as I could...only to have each one rebutted with why my suggestions wouldn't work.

Finally, after a few hours, I bid my friend a good evening and left. Perhaps in the solitude my friend will come up with some ideas of how to turn things around...or maybe even give my suggestions a 2nd thought.

In all of this, I find myself angry. Angry at my friend's family for putting so much on him/her. It's just not right. They have him/her doing far more than one person should have to, or is capable of...yet I seem to be the only one who sees it.

I want so badly to just call up some of my friend's relatives (I know at least 3) and tell them how much their lack of support and assistance is wearing down on my friend.

Unfortunately, I know that doing such a thing will only result in them asking me who I think I am...and telling me that none of this is any of my business.

Well..my friend IS my business, and I hate seeing what's happening.

Just seems like everyone, except for my friend, is being utterly and completely SELFISH. And if you all know ANYTHING about me, you know how much I despise SELFISHNESS. I mean I absolutely DETEST it.

As for my friend...I just don't know what to do. I've been praying, but it doesn't seem as though my prayers are going any higher than the ceiling. So this is where YOU come in. I need as many "Bible believing-believers in Christ" to say a prayer for my friend. He/she needs them right now, more than you can imagine. I am trusting that even if God is not hearing ME...He WILL hear some of you.

No need to tell you my friend's name...God already knows. Just go to God in your own way and say whatever it is that you would say that may help him/her. On behalf of my friend...I thank you in advance.

Let the DIALOGUE begin: How often do you pray for others...especially people you don't even know?

Talk to me (actually...talk to God first, THEN talk to me)!

Til next time...

Let's Trade!

So I've got my Roku, and I'm LOVIN' it!

Soon, I'll be canceling my DirecTV subscription...once I buy an antenna or converter box, or whatever I'll need so that I can still get Broadcast channels.

The one thing that I still can't figure out, and gosh...I sure hope that someone out there in Cyberspace knows...is how to get CNN. I miss CNN. It's the ONLY station I really care about.

I haven't had CNN in over 2 years because it doesn't come on the "Basic" package that DirecTV offers. In order to get CNN I'd have to upgrade my package to the one that's $59.99/mo. No can do!

What I really find ridiculous is that I have all these other channels that I NEVER watch...but don't have CNN. Heck, I'd trade TWENTY of those channels just to have CNN. Man, I sure wish it worked that way.

So...although I'm happy with my new setup...I'd be happy as a lark if I could ever figure out how to get CNN

.

You can probably guess what tonight's question will be...

Let the DIALOGUE begin: Do YOU know how I can get CNN without having cable?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Miss Independent

Ya know...it's kinda interesting, the things that you learn when you actually have lunch with your co-workers versus eating in your car and listening to talk-radio.

Today I did just that.

And in dining with them we somehow got on the subject of television and how old my set is, blah blah blah. Then we talked about streaming movies and I mentioned how I had recently tried to do that through my Wii, as I had once done before but for some reason, now it won't work.

We tossed around what some of the problems could be and eventually someone suggested that I get a Roku.

A who ku???

A Roku.

I wasn't sure if such a new-fangled device would work on my 10 year old television set but said I'd look into it.

So I check with my cousin who's into all this Roku stuff and he told me which one to get that would work on my set.

Right after work I headed over to my local Best Buy and whammo bammo...I picked one up.

Now that was the easy part. The tougher task was actually setting it up, which for my non-techy self was gonna be quite the feat.

But I was up for the challenge, so I took it out of the box, read the instructions, and about 30 minutes later, I was in business!

Go ME!!!

And I am sooo excited.

More than anything, I am excited about the fact that I can stream whenever and whatever I want to on MY OWN account.

I've recently had two friends offer to add me as a user on their Netflix account. And I greatly appreciated those offers. I was actually *this close* to doing just that. But I knew that I didn't wanna watch Netflix on my small computer screen so I had to find a way to stream it to my television. And since I wasn't able to do that, I never added myself to either of their accounts.

But I think that was actually for the best. Although both of these folks are really good friends, I would've felt a level of dependency on them, or would've wanted to contribute to the payment of their account...or something.

Or what if things went sour down the road, and the streaming service that I would come to enjoy would come to a halt by a mere password change. Who knows? Anything can happen.

So by being forced to get my own device and stream from my own Netflix account, it has created a level of INDEPENDENCE that I know I need. And THAT'S a good thing. So all in all...it worked out perfectly.

Well that's all for now...I gotta a movie to go watch...or SOMETHING! But before I go...

Let the DIALOGUE begin: Do you use any streaming devices or services? If so, which one?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Well Wha'da'ya Know?!?

Isn't funny how you can hear something, or read something, or watch something and develop your own thoughts about it. Then you speak with someone about the same thing and come away with a completely different perspective.

That happened to me today.

My masseuse and I somehow got into a discussion about our "Gemini men".

At one point she had me nervous because she was describing my "Joe" to a tee. Finally, she told me her guy's birthday and I think she even let his name slip a time or two and I was able to exhale.

One of the things that both our guys have in common is the way that they are like light switches...almost "Dr. Jekyll-Mr. Hyde-ish". The moods switch on and off IN AN INSTANT. Although Joe and I have been friends for 13 years, it's only been over this past 13 months that I've discovered how to handle him and the mood switches. Now that I know how he operates, and how I should react, things have been sooo much easier...and better.

As she and I continued the discussion, she says, "You know, there's a song about a woman who's in love with a man and he's like two people in one body. It's old skool."

I said, "Do you mean that 'Two Lovers' song?"

"YES! That's the one!!"

Wow, I've heard that song so many times and never realized that the "two lovers" are the same person. Now that I've read the lyrics, it makes TOTAL sense, and it most definitely describes me & Joe.

Here they are in case you're curious:

Mary Wells - Two Lovers

"Well, I've got two lovers and I ain't ashamed
Two lovers and I love them both the same

Let me tell you 'bout my first lover
He's sweet and kind and he's mine all mine
He treats me good like a lover should
And makes me love him
I really, really love him, oh I love him so
And I'll do everything I can to let him know

But I've got two lovers and I ain't ashamed
Two lovers and I love them both the same

Let me tell you 'bout my other lover
Well, you know, he treats me bad, makes me sad
Makes me cry but still I can't deny
That I love him, I really, really love him, oh I love him so
And I'll do everything I can to let him know

Darlin', well, don't you know I can tell
Whenever I look at you that you think that I'm untrue?
'Cause I say that I love two but I really, really do
'Cause you're a split personality
And in reality, both of them are you, baby

Well, I've got two lovers and I ain't ashamed
Two lovers and I love them both the same
Two lovers and I ain't ashamed"



How 'bout that!?!

Now, Let the DIALOGUE begin: Have you ever heard a song that you thought meant one thing, only to later discover that it meant something completely different?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Blow the Whistle!

I love my job.
I love my job.
I love my job.

This is what I tell myself everyday. Perhaps if I say it enough times eventually it will be true.

As it is right now, I am thankful for my job. It pretty much ends there.

I work for a good company, and I work hard.

From the minute I walk in, til the minute I leave for the day, I am GLUED to my chair. The phone rings constantly, the emails come in continuously, and between the phone and emails, there are a slew of other things to be done. Getting all of that completed in a "normal" work day is a task in itself. Oh...but factor in covering someone else's desk while they are out, in addition to maintaining my own, and well...you can figure out the rest.

Yet and still...I am thankful.

One thing I've been thinking a lot about lately though is how many "good jobs" I've had in the past. And even though none were "perfect", there are things that I can take from each that would ultimately make up "the perfect job"...at least from a "corporate" standpoint. My absolute ideal job has nothing to do with the corporate sector at all.

Today I couldn't stop thinking about my previous position at Epson. I worked with a FANTASTIC group of people. The company was GREAT. My position within the company however...not so great. A telemarketer I am not, and a telemarketer I will never be. Telemarketing was what I did during my stay there at Epson, and everyday was like trying to jam a square peg into a round hole.

One thing that I really enjoyed there though, was that at 4:00 everyday...and not a minute later, I was OUT. And the company was ok with that. They actually preferred that we leave "on time". There was no need for overtime. It was quite easy to get everything done that needed doing within an 8 hour period of time. And that's exactly what I did.

At my current job, things are much different. We work an 8 hour 30 minute day with a 45 minute lunch. Most days I am there for much longer that 8 hours and 15 mins and often feel bad on the days when I actually do leave on time. Like I'm a "slacker" or something. I'm definitely not a "slacker" yet I also know better than to stress myself out to the point of hair loss again (yes, I've lost my hair before due to stress at a job).

So...that's pretty much how my workday goes. How 'bout yours?

Let the DIALOGUE begin: Do you work much overtime at your job or are you O-U-T when the whistle blows?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Amenities

It was so hot today...

How hot was it?!?

Honestly, I couldn't tell you because I stayed inside my office ALL day. But if the temperature when I left at 6:00 pm was any indication of how hot the temperature had been earlier...then it was HECKA HOT!!!

As much as I love being home, I dreaded coming home this evening because I live in an upstairs apartment and the heat just stays TRAPPPED.

But I'm here now, and as expected...it's sweltering in this place.

So I imagine it's as they say, "Desperate times call for desperate measures" and dag-gonnit...I'm desperate to get cool.

AS a result of my desperation, I've had to break down and turn on my cooling unit. It really does a good job, but my only issue is that it only cools my kitchen and a bit of my living room. Where I need it most, is my bedroom. No such luck though. I'm still gonna use it though, even if for only an hour at a time. Not trying to have my electric bill skyrocket. Although as uncomfortable as my place has been, the increase will be worth every penny for a little bit of relief.

Last night I placed two fans in my room and tried to create a "cyclone" effect. All I really did was end up blowing the hot air around the room, and didn't get ANY

sleep.

Tonight I'm thinking of taking a different approach. Might leave this cooling unit on for a while and just camp out in the living room. I mean after all...it's MY place...I can sleep where I want to. Right? One thing I know for sure is that I'm getting some sleep tonight!

How 'bout you? Let the DIALOGUE begin: Is there a heatwave in YOUR neck of the woods? If so, what desparate measures have YOU taken to stay cool?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Thoughtfulness

This evening I went to visit my Dad in the hospital. He's been in and out quite a bit lately. Not many people know because I keep so much to myself. Heck...folks didn't know about my Mom for weeks after she'd been hospitalized. I'm just not one of those folks who shares every waking thought and moment with the world. Here though, for some odd reason, I don't mind sharing.

So I go to visit my Dad, and although I knew I needed to be there, I hated being there at the same time. It's the same hospital where my Mom was before her last days. It's the same hospital that I drove to when I got the call telling me, "Your Mom fell, and she's in the hospital."

I made my way to the hospital only to find her in the Emergency Room, sedated, on life support, and with tubes coming out of everywhere. All this because of a fall?

Turns out that my Mom had fallen as a result of many things. She had a stroke, heart attack, kidneys failed, and had a severe clot in her leg that was pretty much cutting off circulation from her knee down to her toes.

The day that my Mom fell at home and was rushed to the hospital, was the last day that she ever walked.

After many days of sitting by her side in that hospital room, waiting for her to be strong enough for surgery, waiting for her to be prepped for surgery...waiting for her to come out of surgery...waiting for her to be strong enough to breathe on her own...waiting for her to be able to open her eyes and acknowledge me...waiting for her to learn how to swallow again so that she could enjoy a simple cup of water...waiting for her to be strong enough to get out of her bed and into a wheel chair...waiting for her to be well enough to go home...only to realize that she would NEVER go "home"...waiting...

Yes, those are the memories that come to me every time I turn onto the hospital lot, check in at the visitors desk, press the button on the elevator and head toward my Dad's hospital room. THOSE...are my memories...and I can hardly stand them.

Today though, when I pulled into the lot, it was as if God knew that I needed just a little something to lift my spirit. As soon as I parked my car, I saw it...the lovely flower that's pictured here. I got out of the car and it was as though I heard God say, "Look."

There were four flowers. He said, "Look at them all." So I did.

Then He said, "Which one do you like the best?"

And I took a picture of the one that was closest to perfect. I looked at the color, the intricate detail, and was reminded of how creative God is, and how thoughtful He is to stop me before I went into that hospital, so that I could enjoy a few moments of beauty first.

I thanked Him, and then I went in.

As I was leaving, a smile came over my face as I remembered my beloved "Joe", and how loving and caring he was with my Mom when she was there. I will always remember the day that she had her amputation. Before she went in, she was agitated. We could tell. I didn't really know what to do. But Joe...

He always knows what to do.

He got a washcloth, wet it, and gently wiped her forehead to cool her off and calm her down. I believe that should could feel the love in his touch, and in an instant, her nerves were settled. She still wasn't able to speak at that point, but you could see the change come over her face. As if I didn't already love him, my love for him grew exponentially in that moment, with that small gesture.

All in all, I'd have to say that the visit today wasn't all that bad. There were some sweet moments mixed with the bitter.

As for my Dad, he's still there and will probably be moved to another hospital before he gets to go back home. That other hospital is another tough one for me to visit, for similar reasons. That's where we were told that her remaining days were very short...and they were.

Just thought I'd share that. I miss my Mom. Tomorrow will mark the 10 month mark since she left this earth. She came to me in a dream last night. She was her old self. She was healthy, and she was well. I welcomed the visit.

Let the DIALOGUE begin: How do you cope when you have to visit a place that doesn't bring the fondest of memories?

Talk to me!

It Pays to Read!

Have you ever gone through the pockets of your clothes, (maybe as you were about to wash them or give them away) and found money in them that you'd long since forgotten about? Well that just happened to me...sort of. Couldn't find my book club selection through the library so I decided to go ahead and give good ol' Amazon a try. Can't remember the last time I actually BOUGHT a book, my budget has been so tight. But I've gotten tired of missing out on the discussions due to my inability to obtain the book, so I decided to "bite the bullet" and see what I could find.

EUREKA!

I found the book I need...used...for a penny...yes...ONE cent (plus $3.99 for shipping). Not bad. Not bad at all.

As I go to check out I am greeted with this blessing of a message: "Use 4.00 of your $34.00 gift card balance?"

I'm like YES...Yes PLEASE!!!

I had completely forgotten about the gift card that a friend gave me a while back. WOW!

So now...my book is on its way, and I still have some $ left over in case I have a tough time finding any other books through the library. The library will ALWAYS be my first choice, but it's nice to know that I have options.

How 'bout you? Let the DIALOGUE begin: When was the last time you found "forgotten money", and how much was it?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Oh...and just one small thing that I wanted to add about my book club -- we are not REQUIRED to read the book in order to attend the meetings. I just hate being "out of the loop" and need to know what everyone is talking about, so I prefer to read the books before the discussion. That's just me and my quirkiness at work.

Five Outta Five

It's been over a week since my last post and I'm a bit bummed about that.

I've been trying to be more consistent, and this week I would've been if my internet had cooperated. Finally, I now have service at home through an actual ROUTER vs. the little "jet pack" that I had been using. With the router I figured I'm "back in business." Not so much. I'm only "in business" when all FIVE of the lights on my router are SOLID. 90% of the time (at least last week) only FOUR of the five are solid, and of course, it's that fifth light that allows me internet access.

Can't begin to tell you how frustrating that has been.

Looks like things are up and running now though, so I'll see how many posts I can cram into one day.

Please be patient with me folks...I'm only as consistent as my internet service.

Let the DIALUGE begin: Today's question is totally random...What are YOU doing on this lovely day off from work (for those of you who actually have the day off)?

Talk to me!

Til next time...