Ah, vacation is such a glorious thing! Ok, so the reality is there is no reality, only moments of insanity. All in all, March of 2004 was such a joke. If only one could project which of the things happening now are either of use or not, society could be a productive engine. Vacation, is of use in the process of determining use from waste.
It's time for vacation, reflection and Thanksgiving.
Monday, November 22, 2004
Saturday, March 20, 2004
Fortune Cookie Oxymoron
Depart not from the path which fate has you assigned.
Ok, think off center, how can one truly depart from a predetermined course of events often held to be an irresistible power or agency?
Ah..... the art of practice what you preach, but never truly follow....
Go with the gut!
Ok, think off center, how can one truly depart from a predetermined course of events often held to be an irresistible power or agency?
Ah..... the art of practice what you preach, but never truly follow....
Go with the gut!
Sunday, February 08, 2004
Lessons in Karma
Never open a fortune cookie discarded by another, lest you deserve the proverbial wisdom you receive. Oh yes, that cookie from that Great Wall around the corner, resting comfortably in the center of kitchen counter top, called my name and drew me in. I knew better, this was not my fortune, but to resist was futile.
Phrase of the day: "Don't count your chickens before they're hatched".
A. - Miss Cleo knew about bird flu and the havoc it was to reek yesterday!
B. - It was just a reminder that at this age in the game, it should have said, "Your eggs have dried up, that's what the hysterectomy was all about honey". What makes a fortune cookie company, excuse me, but a noodle company in Stone Mountain, Georgia, think that my eggs are truly worth counting anyway. And they are less than a half hour from Atlanta with no website, that's just wrong.
All in all, expecting nothing in the near future will surely leave me slightly more than amused than I am now. I will celebrate tomorrow morning first thing that another day has arrived. I will ponder and laugh, primarily that this was not my cookie, therefore opening it was only a silent directive. Marketing at it's finest! No doubt this initiative came out of many hours wasted in conference calls and etrees. Now I feel compelled to order take out tomorrow for hope of redemption. Could it be possible that a slightly more attractive phrase will arrive in the next soy bean oil product that is not really free of charge with the sweet and sour?
My next oxymoron goal in life: Just for kicks, send resume to a fortune 500 cookie company in China outsourcing to India.
In closing, purchasing that Tahoe is out until all chickens are present and accounted for. Yes Virginia, I do believe there is a Santa Claus! In genius, it's Gary Larson, and I for one am not about to violate Title 17 by infringement of the Far Side, as we most assuredly must all be residing there.
P.S. This will conclude the talk of dancing chickens, (poultry in motion), and the byproducts thereof, organic and/or wine induced. Menopausal dialogue, naturally or surgically influenced, will continue out of the need find humor in my body refusing to cooperate with my mind, in more ways than one.
Phrase of the day: "Don't count your chickens before they're hatched".
A. - Miss Cleo knew about bird flu and the havoc it was to reek yesterday!
B. - It was just a reminder that at this age in the game, it should have said, "Your eggs have dried up, that's what the hysterectomy was all about honey". What makes a fortune cookie company, excuse me, but a noodle company in Stone Mountain, Georgia, think that my eggs are truly worth counting anyway. And they are less than a half hour from Atlanta with no website, that's just wrong.
All in all, expecting nothing in the near future will surely leave me slightly more than amused than I am now. I will celebrate tomorrow morning first thing that another day has arrived. I will ponder and laugh, primarily that this was not my cookie, therefore opening it was only a silent directive. Marketing at it's finest! No doubt this initiative came out of many hours wasted in conference calls and etrees. Now I feel compelled to order take out tomorrow for hope of redemption. Could it be possible that a slightly more attractive phrase will arrive in the next soy bean oil product that is not really free of charge with the sweet and sour?
My next oxymoron goal in life: Just for kicks, send resume to a fortune 500 cookie company in China outsourcing to India.
In closing, purchasing that Tahoe is out until all chickens are present and accounted for. Yes Virginia, I do believe there is a Santa Claus! In genius, it's Gary Larson, and I for one am not about to violate Title 17 by infringement of the Far Side, as we most assuredly must all be residing there.
P.S. This will conclude the talk of dancing chickens, (poultry in motion), and the byproducts thereof, organic and/or wine induced. Menopausal dialogue, naturally or surgically influenced, will continue out of the need find humor in my body refusing to cooperate with my mind, in more ways than one.
Friday, January 30, 2004
Does it really matter... Yes, some things do....
For those of you that truly know my career life, you know this is a trying time for my soul. Yesterday, the things I found most important at the end of the day were the things that carry on from generation to generation. It's not really those profound important moments where I felt tired in trying to help in things that are definitely not within my power or control.
It was: Talking to my niece about how much wine to place in water to keep it from freezing solid. (Poultry in motion) Which is no laughing stock, it works, and they do get in motion and the eggs start flowing.
It was: My son calling for the fine tune instructions on how to make French Toast, eggs, temperature, etc.., in the same manner as I and my mother and countless generations previous have made it.
It was: Nothing I could find at work.... It really doesn't matter unless it's healing your heart, and making a positive difference in the world. That was what I have experienced for 8 years, but my heart is breaking for this company that I have loved and felt was part of my family. I hope the company survives to see 44 as I have and have a few poultry and egg moments left for the soul.
It was: Talking to my niece about how much wine to place in water to keep it from freezing solid. (Poultry in motion) Which is no laughing stock, it works, and they do get in motion and the eggs start flowing.
It was: My son calling for the fine tune instructions on how to make French Toast, eggs, temperature, etc.., in the same manner as I and my mother and countless generations previous have made it.
It was: Nothing I could find at work.... It really doesn't matter unless it's healing your heart, and making a positive difference in the world. That was what I have experienced for 8 years, but my heart is breaking for this company that I have loved and felt was part of my family. I hope the company survives to see 44 as I have and have a few poultry and egg moments left for the soul.
Wednesday, January 28, 2004
And in the beginning, there was air and she could breathe ....
Greetings.... First official moment and contract of thought, a sigh of brain release, my soul has found a home in blogland. Thank you to Susan Mernit for your inspiration without the realization of our being present, watching and understanding in more ways than most will ever be able to comprehend.
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