One of Those Days...

Ever have one of those days where you wake up and by the end of the day...you wonder why this day was ever added to the calender of your life?  You know the day I mean...for me it was yesterday.  I had a test for a job interview and it was a version of computer program that I had not used before, but I thought...I can wing this.  Only it was timed, and when you have less than one minute per question, you really don't have time to troubleshoot.  Needless to say, I scored a hearty 24%, yes, you heard that right, 24%.  For the eternal straight-A student, a bit of a pill to swallow.

I exited the building ready to leave and never look back, only to find a mild gurgling underwater sort of noise where the robust sound of my running engine should have been.  Too much pride to go back inside and say, "Yes, I did score 24% and my car is dead in your parking lot."  I waited in my car for my good friend to arrive and to  provide a jump (silently praying it was the battery and not the alternator).

I arrived at the local AutoZone, where the friendly salesperson changed my battery and then went inside to pay.  My debit card was declined twice.  So...on my credit card it went.  By this time my cell phone read battery dead, so I had to take a little trip to the bank, rather than call. 

After three helpful associates and one phone call to someone somewhere trying to determine what the "code" on my card was, they returned to tell me that there was a bank-wide problem with the Visa debit cards, but that it should be fixed by the morning.

And as for me, I couldn't wait for the morning myself...as it meant a brand-new day! 

 

Wednesday Night Dinner Party

I had a small dinner party at my place tonight and all went rather well.  People were talking and mingling and there was plenty of food and dessert to spare and even a little wine left over. 

However, I think someone may have had just a bit too much wine as they confused my laundry hamper with my waste basket and threw wrappers, napkins, and an empty jar of marinara in my laundry hamper.  I had to laugh!  So here's to a successful dinner party and to Spray 'n Wash.   

My Grandmother's Eclectic Taste in Fine Art

My grandmother, before she died, asked me to put together a photo montage for her of every boyfriend I'd ever had.  I thought it a strange request, but didn't know how much longer I would have my beloved grandmother, so thought I'd humor her and even thought it was a daunting task, decided to complete it nonetheless.

She had a photo of Jesus hanging above her bed.  He was blonde haired and blue eyed.  She told me to specifically use this frame and place the photos of my exes over Jesus.  Her justification was and I quote, "Jesus didn't really look like that (blonde haired and blue eyed) that's just the way Americans wanted him to look."

So I did as I was bid and completed the project, which hung in her bedroom for probably two years before she went on to find out what He really does look like. 

Family

Family is all that we have.  Whether we consider our closest friends to be our family or our blood to hold that role, it is who we are, what we're made of, and at times all that we have on this earth.  Our roots ground us - tie us to earth - so that we are not lost souls, floating, not bound by anyone or anything we hold dear.

As we celebrated my brother's birthday tonight, I felt the ties that hold us together, not cords of discomfort, but of love, understanding, mutual respect and accomplishment.

Upon my return home, I learned of a college acquaintance of some years back, who recently lost his brother after an organ transplant surgery.  It filled my heart with pain for the loss his family has endured.