May 26, 2010
And in the right corner is my new bff, Oliver. (isn't he just the cutiest little bug - such a cuddly bear)
I hate depression. It is the most obnoxious, inconsiderate mind mutilation of all time. When it stops by, I get no warning. Just a how do you do, I'm here for you. And, not once has my little pain ever clued me in on the length of it's intended visit. The ever popular bad penny, wooden nickle or rotten egg drops it's crappy luggage and hankers down in my favorite chair. For the next while, I am a servant to it's every whim.
If I thought for even a second that I would be able to work, I was wrong. Relax, get a hair cut, have coffee with my friends, oh no, not gonna happen. You see, depression tends to recruit those around you. If you're down, they are encouraged to join you. Jokes, oh, no sir, those you'll be checking in at the door. Smiles and happy thoughts are off limits. I am it's hostage.
So, what do you do? Pop another prozac? Hide behind closed windows and doors? Yeah. That's always been my salvation to existence during Depressions impromptu visit. Hide now, apologize later. So, to all my friends that have tried to tolerate, but retreated due to my most unflattering disposition these last couple of days, I have a bushel of rotten tomatoes with your names (gently) etched into them, ready for action. I will be standing on my front porch tomorrow decked out in the top of the line rain gear. See ya there!
the fine print: Not redeemable on any other day. Hours may vary - check your local times and if the responisble party makes a showing, I'd be surprised. Call me anytime. Except when I don't answer. Brought to you by me - happy Doree.
May 15, 2010
Truths and Lies and Games, Oh My!
Author Amber Scott tagged me in a fun, get to know an author game. To play, the author can either do 6 lies and a truth or 6 truths and a lie. You, the reader, get to guess which version I picked and, accordingly, which is the lie or which is the truth.
It’s a ton of fun.
The person who can guess mine accurately will receive a
$40.00 gift card to the Cheesecake Factory for a 'dinner by me.'
Here goes:1) My career test in high school stated that I would make an excellent Catholic school teacher.
2) I was a model for the Sears clothing catalog.
3) During my years in school, only one teacher ever pronounced my name correctly.
4) When I was twelve, I had to have my left leg pulled down and into alignment from standing too long.
5) Neil Diamond requested the lyrics to a song I had written a couple of years ago, he didn't buy it though.
6) I was born head down in a hospital bedpan.
7) I was a member of a singing group that performed in four states one summer.
Leave your guess under the comments field and I'll get back to you with your results.
May 14, 2010
2010 Graduations. How many will you attend this year.
My brother and I drove down to Las Vegas on the 7th of June to attend my nephew, Bryan Necessary's graduation from UNLV. This year, the number of graduates receiving diploma's was such a fantastic number that the university divided up their colleges into two ceremonies. So, on Saturday, the day of the commencement exercises, Bryan's Liberal Arts College was scheduled for 2:00. (I really would have preferred the 9:00 am time slot, but then I am just a minor incident as an aunt - the smallest pest known to man).
We left Salt Lake at 55 degrees and ended up in Vegas at 76 degrees on Friday. Saturday out did it's self... 88 degree's as we waited outside of the Thomas and Mack center for my sister and her family to find us. It was hot. Not as hot as it would get, but, hot!
The commencement exercises started promptly at 2:00 pm (very impressive) but they didn't start with the graduate class names until 4:00. Needless to say, with the need to be back in Salt Lake that night, we left before my nephew's name was called. (Two hours too soon) before his name was called).
I was proud to see such an accomplishment realized by so many kids. The first cords of Pomp and Circumstance pulled up the strings to my back and there I sat, in the upper balcony section of the event center and smiled. Wide, strong and so very proud. And then, when I thought about the hard work these kids have put into their education only to be released into a society that is struggling, broke my heart. Where are the jobs that these kids need to pay back the money they borrowed? Will the majority of them ever see the light of being debt free? Hardly.
Only a handful of the top students will receive a paycheck. The rest, sad to say, will be told that they are overqualified because, they have a degree. One door opens and another one closes and frankly, it's a damn shame. These proud kid's may never reap what they have sewn, may never benefit from their two, four or longer years of hard work.
But, no matter what, I sure am proud of our young adults and the fact that they still put their first foot forward and it is a recognition for all of us. Congradulations to each an every graduate of 2010.