Stuck in a Furrow
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Treasure
My parents have decided to have a garage sale. I'm not sure I see the point of a garage sale as they are so much work for such little cash in return, unless you have some good stuff...
In an attempt to clean out some of my junk and contribute to the garage sale, I have been sorting through some stuff that has been lying around my house. Books are getting the boot, clothes that I can only dream about fitting into again (don't fret, I'm hanging onto the leather pant. One day...), lamps and various random things have found their way into a pile by my door.
Some of the cleaning has produced a pile of stuff that I can't bear to throw away and I've been sorting through some things located in my hopeless chest (as my father lovingly calls it!). I have had fun spending the evening looking through my collection of stuff that ranges from odd keepsakes to stuff that makes me smile with memories.
My hopeless chest contains so many things from birthday cards and funeral programs to my baby blanket, yearbooks, and an entire collection of crystal.
My monkey/banana slippers from Grandma S.
My grad present from my first boyfriend.
My Good Shepherd that Grandma bought me after Corey died.
A crystal goblet. I have 4 of these, as well as a water pitcher, napkin holders, candy dish, picture frame and oraments!
This stuff I can't bear to part with and probably never will! I will be glad to pawn off some of my junk to some unsuspecting person but as for my cuckoo clock with the the broken hands or my first piggybank? They may just be treasure to me.
In an attempt to clean out some of my junk and contribute to the garage sale, I have been sorting through some stuff that has been lying around my house. Books are getting the boot, clothes that I can only dream about fitting into again (don't fret, I'm hanging onto the leather pant. One day...), lamps and various random things have found their way into a pile by my door.
Some of the cleaning has produced a pile of stuff that I can't bear to throw away and I've been sorting through some things located in my hopeless chest (as my father lovingly calls it!). I have had fun spending the evening looking through my collection of stuff that ranges from odd keepsakes to stuff that makes me smile with memories.
My hopeless chest contains so many things from birthday cards and funeral programs to my baby blanket, yearbooks, and an entire collection of crystal.
My monkey/banana slippers from Grandma S.
My grad present from my first boyfriend.
My Good Shepherd that Grandma bought me after Corey died.
A crystal goblet. I have 4 of these, as well as a water pitcher, napkin holders, candy dish, picture frame and oraments!
This stuff I can't bear to part with and probably never will! I will be glad to pawn off some of my junk to some unsuspecting person but as for my cuckoo clock with the the broken hands or my first piggybank? They may just be treasure to me.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Busy Weekend
What makes for a good roadtrip?
Reba. Steeped Tea. Sunflower Seeds. Cruise Control.
And no stopping!
What a busy weekend. I had a roomie from college get married this weekend (i'll post more on the wedding later. ) and I decided to make the long trek to Abbotsford. The drive down was uneventful. I took the long way through the Crowsnest Pass so I could avoid the traffic back up in Golden due to the mud slide. I rather enjoyed the route even though it was slightly longer. I'm glad that I was blessed with the ability to be content in a car for a long period of time because I only stopped twice. I packed "supplies" (AKA licorice and spits and water...oh my!) and hit the road early to beat the traffic. I was quite impressed with myself as I found my hotel without any problems and was quite grateful to crawl into bed early and watch TV amid the many fluffy pillows. I think I need to move my TV to my bedroom.
The wedding on Saturday was glorious. Hands down, it was the best wedding I have ever been too. Simple. Fun. Lovely. Karin. The bad thing about weddings is that you don't really get to see the bride and groom but I was happy for the few minutes I did get to see her and give her a hug. The wedding was a mini-Capes reunion and it was strange to see people that I thought I'd never see again. Some, I was happy to reconnect with...some I know that I'm ok if I don't see them again! HAHA.
On Sunday, I awoke to the rain and dragged myself out of bed so that I could head to Surrey. Why Surrey...you must be asking? Well, the boy was coaching a team of Special Olympic Athletes in a soccer tourney and I decided that since I was only about 1 hour away, I could make the trek to watch for the day. After I actually got there, (no thanks to his directions!) I had fun watching and getting to actually know the names of some of his athletes. Despite the pouring rain and seeping cold, it was fun. And...I now know that if it doesn't work out with me and him, I have other options ;) After we got back to the hotel, they all headed bowling and I had myself a little nap in my room. I even missed most of Simpsons! Boo...
Monday, I left around 8 and was looking forward to the drive home. Thank goodness for cruise control! The drive home wasn't nearly as relaxing as people felt the need to drive like morons. I will not deny that there may have been some excessive speeding on my part as well. I grooved to Reba, sang my heart out and watching the amazing countryside go by. I made good time because of my lack of stopping and was happy to not have to sit too long at Golden due to the mudslide. Then a stop for supper at McDs and home again, home again...jiggity jig!
I do love roadtrips and think I may need to do it again soon...maybe back to Abbotsford to hang out with the new couple before they move to Australia or maybe someplace else. We'll see!
Reba. Steeped Tea. Sunflower Seeds. Cruise Control.
And no stopping!
What a busy weekend. I had a roomie from college get married this weekend (i'll post more on the wedding later. ) and I decided to make the long trek to Abbotsford. The drive down was uneventful. I took the long way through the Crowsnest Pass so I could avoid the traffic back up in Golden due to the mud slide. I rather enjoyed the route even though it was slightly longer. I'm glad that I was blessed with the ability to be content in a car for a long period of time because I only stopped twice. I packed "supplies" (AKA licorice and spits and water...oh my!) and hit the road early to beat the traffic. I was quite impressed with myself as I found my hotel without any problems and was quite grateful to crawl into bed early and watch TV amid the many fluffy pillows. I think I need to move my TV to my bedroom.
The wedding on Saturday was glorious. Hands down, it was the best wedding I have ever been too. Simple. Fun. Lovely. Karin. The bad thing about weddings is that you don't really get to see the bride and groom but I was happy for the few minutes I did get to see her and give her a hug. The wedding was a mini-Capes reunion and it was strange to see people that I thought I'd never see again. Some, I was happy to reconnect with...some I know that I'm ok if I don't see them again! HAHA.
On Sunday, I awoke to the rain and dragged myself out of bed so that I could head to Surrey. Why Surrey...you must be asking? Well, the boy was coaching a team of Special Olympic Athletes in a soccer tourney and I decided that since I was only about 1 hour away, I could make the trek to watch for the day. After I actually got there, (no thanks to his directions!) I had fun watching and getting to actually know the names of some of his athletes. Despite the pouring rain and seeping cold, it was fun. And...I now know that if it doesn't work out with me and him, I have other options ;) After we got back to the hotel, they all headed bowling and I had myself a little nap in my room. I even missed most of Simpsons! Boo...
Monday, I left around 8 and was looking forward to the drive home. Thank goodness for cruise control! The drive home wasn't nearly as relaxing as people felt the need to drive like morons. I will not deny that there may have been some excessive speeding on my part as well. I grooved to Reba, sang my heart out and watching the amazing countryside go by. I made good time because of my lack of stopping and was happy to not have to sit too long at Golden due to the mudslide. Then a stop for supper at McDs and home again, home again...jiggity jig!
I do love roadtrips and think I may need to do it again soon...maybe back to Abbotsford to hang out with the new couple before they move to Australia or maybe someplace else. We'll see!
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Not My Problem
Last Monday, I officially, ( and finally) quit my job with the doctor. It wasn't a pretty ending...with his trash talking me and thinking that I wouldn't hear about it. Oh the pettyness. I did hear what he said and it made me glad to turn in my key and hand back the 3 tapes of untyped letter that I didn't have time to do.
I quit full time for him last year. Since then, I have worked between 20 to 50 hours a month for him, in the evenings and weekends attempting to keep his office running smoothly. And that doesn't include the hour long phone calls so he could bitch. One month, I logged 65 hours. No wonder I didn't have a social life and was slightly more than stressed! I trained 9 new girls in the 10 months since I quit and have done more background office stuff then he realized. I am sure he is realizing it now as his office is a disaster. I laugh.
He told his new girl (who actually worked for him 2 years ago but they didn't get along...so she quit!) to not tell me what he said because he might need me to help out and train some new staff.
Not gonna happen!
Well, today he emailed me asking how to do Alberta Health Care submissions. You see, I did all his billing and submissions and reconciliations for the past 4 years. He has no idea what to do...so now that he has to figure it out, he emailed me.
My response:
Dear Dr......
I suggest you contact the help desk for further assistance. They will be able to walk you through the steps.
Sincerely,
I couldn't help but smile as I hit send.
Good Riddence.
I quit full time for him last year. Since then, I have worked between 20 to 50 hours a month for him, in the evenings and weekends attempting to keep his office running smoothly. And that doesn't include the hour long phone calls so he could bitch. One month, I logged 65 hours. No wonder I didn't have a social life and was slightly more than stressed! I trained 9 new girls in the 10 months since I quit and have done more background office stuff then he realized. I am sure he is realizing it now as his office is a disaster. I laugh.
He told his new girl (who actually worked for him 2 years ago but they didn't get along...so she quit!) to not tell me what he said because he might need me to help out and train some new staff.
Not gonna happen!
Well, today he emailed me asking how to do Alberta Health Care submissions. You see, I did all his billing and submissions and reconciliations for the past 4 years. He has no idea what to do...so now that he has to figure it out, he emailed me.
My response:
Dear Dr......
I suggest you contact the help desk for further assistance. They will be able to walk you through the steps.
Sincerely,
I couldn't help but smile as I hit send.
Good Riddence.
Friday, May 04, 2007
Is This Me?
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Dreams
I had the strangest dream last night. I woke up this morning only recalling bits and pieces. I usually don't remember my dreams and with this one, I'm glad that the details are a bit fuzzy. It was not a "normal" dream and I admit that I woke up almost giggling from it.
It involved:
A roadtrip
Children
Candyland
And...
Unicorns!
Yup. You might think that I'm on drugs but there is a completely logical reason for this to be added into my dream.
Check this out and it will all make perfect sense.
Charlie...Charlie...Come to Candy Mountain.
I can't get his voice out of my head.
It involved:
A roadtrip
Children
Candyland
And...
Unicorns!
Yup. You might think that I'm on drugs but there is a completely logical reason for this to be added into my dream.
Check this out and it will all make perfect sense.
Charlie...Charlie...Come to Candy Mountain.
I can't get his voice out of my head.
