Friday, March 30, 2007

Another Meme

Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following... They MUST be real places, names, things...
NOTHING made up! If you can't think of anything, skip it.
You CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl name question.
Your Name: Rachel
Famous Music artist/group: Ratt
3 letter word: rag
Gift/present: roses?
Vehicle: Rav4
TV Show: Roseanne!
Country: Russia-that's a country, right?
Boy's Name: Russ!
Girl's Name: Rene'
Alcoholic drink: Rum
Occupation: Retail salesman
Flower: Roses
Celebrity: Rosco P. Coletrain? (nobody will get this, except Kevin, Jim and Dad)
Food: Ravioli
Reason for Being Late: rammed by a Rav4 driven by Russ
Something You Shout: RAT FINK!

A Meme, from Mom and others:

Here are 7 songs I've listened to tonight. I suggest you give a listen to numbers 1, 3, and 6. At LEAST, listen to 3 and 6. If you have to choose one, I guess you should go for 3. Good stuff.

1. “These are my people” Rodney Atkins
2. “Last Dollar” Tim McGraw
3. “I Get to” Blue County
4. “Wayward Son" Kansas
5. “Your Song” Elton John
6. “Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me” Elton John
7. “What I Learned Out on the Road” Kid Rock

Friday, March 23, 2007

A meme from Mom
Thanks to Mom, who tagged me for this meme, I should be packing for my trip:

Three Things That Scare Me:
The death of a family member (let's not go deeper, it makes me cry.)
Loss of a job (mine or Kevin's)
Growing complacent.


Three People Who Make Me Laugh:
My Dad.
My husband.
My kids. (only three? I need more.)
My best friend, Tammy.
Russ.
Ree.
Amy.
Sheesh, there are too many. I laugh a LOT!

Three Things I Love: (I didn't include people here because it says "things")
My job.
The "take off" portion of a flight.
A real good picture (or "image" as you should call it, until it's printed).

Three Things I Hate:
Negativity.
HTML.
Two-faced people. Seriously. (You don't know that we SEE how you are?)

Three Things I Don't Understand:
Why my best friends son is fighting in Iraq.
Why I don't make more time for my best friend.
HTML


Three Things On My Desk:
The Ipod that needs a battery.
My camera.
An ashtray.

Three Things I'm Doing Right Now:
Avoiding laundry.
Avoiding dishes.
Enjoying the HECK out of my family.

Three Things I Want To Do Before I Die:
Get through a year without struggling to pay bills.
See my children succeed in life.
Go on a cruise with Kevin.


Three Things I Can Do:
"Ride out" a bucking horse....for a while...OK, 4 seconds.
Take care of a customer like nobody else...ever
Back a hay trailer into a barn (with fewer than 3 tries) seriously, ask dad!


Three Things I Can't Do:
Speak a foreign language
Write as well as my mother
"Get over it" in a timely manner


Three Things I Think You Should Listen To:
Travis Tritt's "It's a Great Day to Be Alive"
Blue County's "I get to"
My parents- seriously, they know more than anyone knows.

Three Things You Should Never Listen To:
Bucky Covington's latest
Local news
A disgruntled individual


Three Things I'd Like To Learn:
HTML Programming
How to get an 18 year old to listen to reason
How to trim bangs evenly. (sorry, o-daughters-of-mine)


Three Favorite Foods:
Pringles
Diet Coke (does that count as "food"?)
Pizza


Three Shows I Watched As A Kid:
Little House on the Prairie
Sesame Street
Tom and Jerry

Monday, March 19, 2007

Fetch

Just so you know, anyone can comment here, now. No need to log in. Just hit "other" where it asks for a login ID. I found a buried setting!

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Bipolar? Multiple Personalities? Human?

I feel so happy that I have the next 4 days off. I need to recharge REAL bad.

I feel so pissed at "the guy" at work.

I feel so sad that the last two months of Brett's high-school career are going to be so rough, by his own hand.

I feel so proud of the job I do, and how good I am at it. I get daily compliments, and voicemails left by customers, to the boss.

I feel so frustrated by kids who won't lift a hand to help, unless I threaten them.

I feel so melancholy when I realize I graduated 20 years ago.

I feel so energized when I watch my children play.

I feel so loved when my husband brings home new fish for my aqarium (he did tonight!), when I get a comment on a journal, when my Dad looks at me, when a friend says they'll miss me while I'm on vacation, when my Mom makes my birthday dinner, when a great buddy draws a cartoon for me, when the dogs lay their heads on me while napping, when my customers tell my boss how great I am, and when any other random affection happens.

OK, I'm probably suffering from some psychological affliction, or maybe I'm a human. Who knows? Let's say I'm human. OK?