Messages about Ray

15:13] miriamhome: I am afraid if he gets all preachy I'm going to punch him.
[15:13] him: that might be a good thing :)
[15:13] miriamhome: and yeah, I get it ... I am angry and projecting. ;-)
[15:13] him: i hate to do the cheezy thing
[15:13] him: but what would ray do?
[15:14] miriamhome: *sigh*
[15:14] him: that made me teary
[15:14] miriamhome: he'd punch him in the face for me.
[15:14] miriamhome: ha ha
[15:14] him: LOL
[15:14] him: and break his hand
[15:14] miriamhome: did I make you stop crying?
[15:14] him: no you made it worse
[15:14] him: cuz i was trying to hold back the tears
[15:15] him: and laughing makes your eyes squinch up and the tears pop out
[15:15] him: but it made me feel better
[15:15] him: and that's what counts

Messages with Ray

raymondrfowler: can we all open a B&B in Southern France?
miriamhome: no, let's open a cooking school in Tuscany
raymondrfowler: or that
miriamhome: we don't want to be forced to make breakfast for people every day
raymondrfowler: lol
miriamhome: I think I'm going to go home now.
miriamhome: have a nice night. and thank you for listening.
raymondrfowler: ok, you too. and anytime Yum Yum

This and that

I think I should be allowed to take 6 weeks off work for not giving birth. Non-maternity leave if you will. It's only fair. I'm saving the world from my potentially horrible off-spring. Isn't that worth 6 weeks?

That's all for now.

A Small Revelation

I had a light bulb moment yesterday. I've been struggling with my fiction writing for, oh, let's just say a year. I'm sure it's much longer. I kind of suck. I tried to quit my writer's group, but they wouldn't let me. They told me some lie about how I really am a talented writer, and not to give up, or some such nonsense.

I've been reading, "I Was Told There'd be Cake" and enjoying the quirky essays, which kind of reminded me of my writing. And that's when it hit me. This is what I should be writing. Essays. Little snippets of life. Like a blog post, but longer. Sedaris-like without the gayness. I'm more about funny. I'm more about making fun of myself. I think I might be onto something.

I'll let you know how it goes.

Unspoken Rules

In society, there are unspoken rules. And there are those who follow them, and those who break them. Or maybe it's not exactly breaking those rules, but just not knowing them. And those of us who are in on the rules find those who break them to be very annoying people.

Public transportation:

The Escalator Rule: Stand on the right, walk on the left. You don't need to stand side by side going up or down an escalator, causing me to miss my train by 2 seconds. Your suitcase can ride behind you or in front of you, it doesn't need to block my way. MOVE!

The Seating Rule: Get your ass up and offer your seat to an elderly, pregnant, or injured person on the train, bus, etc. if they get on after you and are forced to stand. It's just common courtesy.

Another seating rule: Just because you put your bag in the seat next to you, it doesn't "save" it. So when the vehicle is full, except for the seat where you've placed your bag, move it and let someone sit next to you. And don't roll your eyes and give me a dirty look because I've asked to sit. Did you bag pay for that seat?

In elevators: Face the doors, not the walls. It's just creepy when you do that. Oh, and try not to fart in the elevator either.

There must be more - what else?

Trapped

Something else that's on my mind re. job security. Alan being out of work soon makes me feel trapped. I am so sick of hearing, "In these tough economic times ...". The crappy economy makes me feel trapped.

In the grand scheme of things, my job is okay. I don't love it. I don't want to do it forever. I really like my co-workers. The pay is good. The benefits are good. Do I want to be somewhere else, doing something different? Just about every day. Is now the time to be looking for an out? Nope.

I wish I were one of those people who could have a devil may care attitude. I would like to not be such a worrier. But, that's not the cloth I'm cut from. In fact, when someone was telling me about a friend who had quit his job and was traveling around the world, living out of van, and I thought, "yuck, I would hate that." It's the same reason I probably wouldn't enjoy contracting ... I'd be too worried about the unknown.

While I'm working on being more adventurous, and trying to live life to the fullest, I know I still have a long way to go. And maybe I'll never get there, so in the meantime I'll work on being okay with who and where I am.

Perspective

I've been thinking a lot about perspective lately. Sometimes when things seem really bad, maybe they aren't. I've been trying to have a positive perspective about life in general. Alan lost his job. Officially he's employed until the end of April. When he first told me, I was really upset. I could feel a panic attack coming on. I took a deep breath and took stock in knowing we'll be okay. As far as I know, my job is secure. We have family who would help us if need be. It's going to be okay. We aren't living on the streets. There's some vacations we were thinking of taking we might post-pone. So, if postponing vacations is the worst of it, I think we'll be okay.

Blame Facebook

Since joining Facebook, I've been ignoring my blog. It's so much easier to update my minutia in one sentence posts. But ... I've realized it makes me lazy with my writing. And maybe I'm not really getting out on "paper" all of the things that I should. I'm sure I could rant a bit more that one sentence. Clearly I have!

What's new? I'm off to run my third marathon on Sunday! Three in one year, if you told me I'd be doing this one year ago I would have asked what you were smoking.

More later, but not a lot later!