Busy week at Work
So it has been a long and busy week at work, even frustrating and
disappointing at time. On one hand it's good it is long as that's
less time to sit at home and wish my husband was home with me. But on
the other hand I AM TIRED!
Monday morning I wasn't scheduled til 11 or 12, but I went in at 8am
to finish up my employee evaluations and get caught up on all my paper
work. I get there and it's a complete zoo. I ask the manager on
duty, Jas who called in. She says, No one, but Sheila never showed
up. Sheila is another manager. I called all four numbers I had for
her with no answer, so then I tried another of my managers- my best
friend- as that is Sheila's sister in law. NO luck, so I tried her
brother and my best friend's husband. He was at a job interview.
Well we survived lunch, BARELY! She calls that afternoon (like 5pm)
boohooing to me about how she called in the night before- BS!! And
saying I never called her even—LIE! Of course you could hear her
husband in the back ground coaching her and telling her what to say!
But Gary said I should giver her one more chance and do a one on one
"meet Jesus" meeting as he called it. I suck at those! So for an
hour plus that night I work on thinking of what to say, type it up and
prepare…. Oh yea not to mention my car broke down on the way home
Monday so Joe reluctantly allowed me to borrow his!
Tuesday I go in at 5am, same as her. We work til 9, I send her to the
bank. After she gets back from the bank we have the sit down and talk
and discuss. I even said I was failing her for not getting on her
when she wasn't staying on track, offered her a transfer to which she
replied she had wanted one, but doesn't anymore. She apologized, said
she still wanted her job and we agreed to start over. Tuesday night
9pm, the phone rings it is Sheila. She needs to deal with something
regarding her vehicle by 12 the next day so I agree to work her shift:
5-2 and she could work mine 12-7. Well 12 came and went…. She didn't
even respect me enough to call and quit, no warning nothing! She only
thought of herself, no care that maybe I had plans, maybe I needed to
arrange child care, Nothing. She definantly managed to prove me wrong
that she wasn't cut out for this job and that not only did she not
respect me as a coworker and manager but she didn't care about me as a
friend or on a more personal level.
I did write her an email regarding the money she owed Marko and I.
When she came to get her check Thursday she replied to my email. I
was very straight forward and professional in my email to her, yet I
love how when people are in the wrong they will always twist things
around to make you look like YOU are the mean one or YOU are in the
wrong- GRRR! In her letter she writes "In the first place I never
meant for this to get personal between us" How couldn't it, 1. You
owe BK money, you owe ME money, and you don't even have the courtesy
to call and quit? She still wanted to be friends which being the easy
going person I am tugs on my heart yet I am still a week later still
furious that I was taken advantage of AGAIN! Didn't this just happen
a few months ago, by another manager I thought was my friend. It
makes me so unimaginably, indescribably mad! Not to mention she STILL
owes BK $100 so my odds of accomplishing my "cash shortage" goal are
on the edge of failure unless I payback her money for her- NOT
happening! So I worked at LEAST 5-5 everyday that week, some days as
late as 7. And night shift really needed me but because she did
things the way she did, she hurt the whole management team, the whole
store, all the crew. I prob lost 2 good workers though all this short
handedness, they just didn't return, and I thought they were quality
workers
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Funny Kids
I have Funny Kids!
Jayna likes to "design" her own outfits… anything from gloves to
partially Halloween costumes to towels draped over her shoulder or 3
shirts and a skirt and jeans and 3 purses while "walking" her puppy
dog and carrying her baby. So mom asked her
"Where do you get your fashion sense?"
Jayna replies in a tone similar to Duh, how could you not know,
complete with a sigh "Wal-Mart"
On the way to the parents Saturday for Soccer we saw a cat walking
across our street to the neighbors. Tony laughs and says "LET'S HIT
IT!" The kids thought it was my sister's cat Stripes as it looked
similar. So playing on Tony's statement I said "yeah I'll run it
over" and with a lil devilish giggle he says "oh no you better not
Karlee will be mad at you, she'll get you and beat you up" So playing
on I say "do you think Karlee could beat me up?" and laughs and says
"NO!! You got Daddy!" What a smart boy!
I watch Jon and Kate plus 8 on TLC. The have twins plus sextuplets.
We were at the grandparents and they were on the cover of her Good
House Keeping Magazine. Trying to entertain Jayna I say "Look, it's
babies" She intelligently reply "No, that's Jon and Kate!" I had no
idea she KNEW that! Apparently we watch Jon and Kate way too much!
Ever sense I have completely noticed how much we watch that show and
how into it Jayna is. If she sees it on she comes to tell me Jon and
Kate's on, if it commercials she comes to tell me Jon and Kate's over
and she is ALWAYS anxious for it to come on! I don't know many other
3 year olds, but I must say I think Jon and Kate is her favorite show-
and may even beat out Hannah Montana- and trust me that is a feat….
But I'm not sure how hard it will be to find a Jon and Kate bed
spread, shoes and back pack!
Jayna likes to "design" her own outfits… anything from gloves to
partially Halloween costumes to towels draped over her shoulder or 3
shirts and a skirt and jeans and 3 purses while "walking" her puppy
dog and carrying her baby. So mom asked her
"Where do you get your fashion sense?"
Jayna replies in a tone similar to Duh, how could you not know,
complete with a sigh "Wal-Mart"
On the way to the parents Saturday for Soccer we saw a cat walking
across our street to the neighbors. Tony laughs and says "LET'S HIT
IT!" The kids thought it was my sister's cat Stripes as it looked
similar. So playing on Tony's statement I said "yeah I'll run it
over" and with a lil devilish giggle he says "oh no you better not
Karlee will be mad at you, she'll get you and beat you up" So playing
on I say "do you think Karlee could beat me up?" and laughs and says
"NO!! You got Daddy!" What a smart boy!
I watch Jon and Kate plus 8 on TLC. The have twins plus sextuplets.
We were at the grandparents and they were on the cover of her Good
House Keeping Magazine. Trying to entertain Jayna I say "Look, it's
babies" She intelligently reply "No, that's Jon and Kate!" I had no
idea she KNEW that! Apparently we watch Jon and Kate way too much!
Ever sense I have completely noticed how much we watch that show and
how into it Jayna is. If she sees it on she comes to tell me Jon and
Kate's on, if it commercials she comes to tell me Jon and Kate's over
and she is ALWAYS anxious for it to come on! I don't know many other
3 year olds, but I must say I think Jon and Kate is her favorite show-
and may even beat out Hannah Montana- and trust me that is a feat….
But I'm not sure how hard it will be to find a Jon and Kate bed
spread, shoes and back pack!
My Birthday Weekend
Jayna the artist Saturday evening and Karlee enjoys a nap with Lily
After my GarBear spoiled me Friday I took myself to Chinese takeout
for Marko and I before heading to my parents. My Grandparents had
come in for the weekend, from WV. We didn't do much Fri night other
than eat. Saturday the kids had soccer. The grandparents came to
their "game". Jayna was by far LESS THAN interested in playing! I
think I did more than she did. In fact most of our team decided not
to come and those who did come played very little other than our super
goalie Aubrey, a cute lil tike Madison and Tony. The coaches went
ahead and let all the kids play at once. The funny part is that Tony
and his 2 team mates STILL beat the other team with all 9 of their
players on the field! Tony scored 5 goals!!! It was a boring
afternoon. We had fried bologna sandwiches crackers and cheese. Then
everyone did their own thing- or nap for a while! For my bday rather
than a gift I got my house cleaned by my older brother and mom and my
dishes washed by ly younger brother… and yes the most shocking part,
Marko helped clean! For supper we had baked ham and all the fixins!
But ops Dad forgot to turn the oven on so dinner was rather belated!
Then for dessert we had some of the ice cream my GarBear gave me! I
made myself a birthday cake: chocolate cake baked into icecream
cones! Sunday we went to church then out to eat at Golden Corral for
my birthday! It was actually a rather sad and lonely birthday Marko
left me at 5am to get to Kentucky for work. I had some burger King
work I had to do. After lunch the grandparents left, making it that
much sadder and lonlier. The kids came home with me and we took a
nap, after I finished off my birthday cake! It was interrupted by a
phone call from "Ma" aka Joyce from work wishing me a happy birthday.
Although it interrupted my zzzzs it was sweet of her to call! When we
got up I made myself ANOTHER birthday cake- same kind… I guess the
food and sugar had to comfort me
Friday, October 10, 2008
My Burger Buddies Love me!!
Well My BK buddies threw me a mini birthday party. They really are the greatest!-- ESPECIALLY the one and only Garbear<3
Garbear got me a YUMMY german chocolate cake!!! And of course no cake is to it's full potential without icecream... but wow did Gar go out of his way... he got me TWO boxes of icecream sandwiches
, two containers of TRIPLE chocolate Breyers Ice Cream: that is milk chocolate, dark chocolate and white chocolate all mixed in one container... kinda like the chocolate lovers version of neopolatin!
Then he got me two containers of Haagen Dazs chocolate icecream! 
Then I got my birthday gift!! He got me two cards in which he had a lot of the employees sign... one was a joke on Burger King's Motto Have it you way... It says "Your Day, Your Wy" and sang girl's just wanna have fun. Then he got me a JUMBO card that sand a blues version of happy birthday!! FINALLY I got the most soft and fuzzy and cozy and warm blanket--- cuz like Gar I am always cold! As I type this blog at 1am... I am wrapped up in my royal robe, as the BK Queen herself!... err I mean blanket!
Gar is really amazing... and not just because he got me a gift--- don't take it that way!
He happily listens to my vents, may not always agree with me but never undermines my authority has more knowldge than any BK book, always eager to learn, to do things correctly, to teach others. He seems to know all the answers and is always happy to lend a hand both in BK times and non BK life. I hope someday to be 1/2 the manager he is. I have always admired him. Not many a managers could have handled his store for as long as he did before throwing in the rag. He always gave his best, tried his hardest. It's just who Gary is. And then on top of that he is always aiming higher to better himself, to better his family, to achieve his goals. It really is impressive. He may not realize it but he is a big role model to me. I have looked up to him for years and 10x as much when he became my ast mgr and I saw first hand the extent of his loyalty, dedication and determination. Thanks for everything Gar--- more things than you will ever realize- both away from BK and at the King<3
Garbear got me a YUMMY german chocolate cake!!! And of course no cake is to it's full potential without icecream... but wow did Gar go out of his way... he got me TWO boxes of icecream sandwiches
, two containers of TRIPLE chocolate Breyers Ice Cream: that is milk chocolate, dark chocolate and white chocolate all mixed in one container... kinda like the chocolate lovers version of neopolatin!
Then he got me two containers of Haagen Dazs chocolate icecream! 
Then I got my birthday gift!! He got me two cards in which he had a lot of the employees sign... one was a joke on Burger King's Motto Have it you way... It says "Your Day, Your Wy" and sang girl's just wanna have fun. Then he got me a JUMBO card that sand a blues version of happy birthday!! FINALLY I got the most soft and fuzzy and cozy and warm blanket--- cuz like Gar I am always cold! As I type this blog at 1am... I am wrapped up in my royal robe, as the BK Queen herself!... err I mean blanket!
Gar is really amazing... and not just because he got me a gift--- don't take it that way!
He happily listens to my vents, may not always agree with me but never undermines my authority has more knowldge than any BK book, always eager to learn, to do things correctly, to teach others. He seems to know all the answers and is always happy to lend a hand both in BK times and non BK life. I hope someday to be 1/2 the manager he is. I have always admired him. Not many a managers could have handled his store for as long as he did before throwing in the rag. He always gave his best, tried his hardest. It's just who Gary is. And then on top of that he is always aiming higher to better himself, to better his family, to achieve his goals. It really is impressive. He may not realize it but he is a big role model to me. I have looked up to him for years and 10x as much when he became my ast mgr and I saw first hand the extent of his loyalty, dedication and determination. Thanks for everything Gar--- more things than you will ever realize- both away from BK and at the King<3
Fans may truly be a life saver
In the hope to save other families from the pain I learned 5.5 years ago, any time I hear of a possible SIDS reducer I must inform all whom I know!
Fan use linked to lower risk of sudden baby death
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
By CARLA K. JOHNSON, Associated Press Writer
CHICAGO — Using a fan to circulate air seemed to lower the risk of sudden infant death syndrome in a study of nearly 500 babies, researchers reported Monday. Placing babies on their backs to sleep is the best advice for preventing SIDS, a still mysterious cause of death.
Experts also recommend a firm mattress, removing toys and pillows from cribs, and keeping infants from getting too warm.
Such practices helped slash U.S. SIDS deaths by more than half over a decade to about 2,100 in 2003. But SIDS remains the leading cause of death in infants ages 1 month to 1 year.
"The baby's sleeping environment really matters," said study senior author Dr. De-Kun Li of the Kaiser Permanente Division of Research in Oakland, Calif. "This seems to suggest that by improving room ventilation we can further reduce risk."
SIDS is the sudden death of an otherwise healthy infant that can't be attributed to any other cause. These babies may have brain abnormalities that prevent them from gasping and waking when they don't get enough oxygen.
The new study, published in October's Archives of Pediatrics & Adolescent Medicine, offers another way to make sure babies get enough air.
More research is needed, said Dr. Fern Hauck of the University of Virginia in Charlottesville, but she said that because fan use is in line with theories, it may be worth considering.
"This is the first study that we know of that has looked at this issue," said Hauck, a member of the American Academy of Pediatrics SIDS task force.
Researchers interviewed mothers of 185 infants who died from SIDS and mothers of 312 infants of similar race and age. Moms answered dozens of questions about their baby's sleeping environment.
Researchers took into account other risk factors and found that fan use was associated with a 72 percent lower risk of SIDS. Only 3 percent of the babies who died had a fan on in the room during their last sleep, the mothers reported. That compared to 12 percent of the babies who lived.
Using a fan reduced risk most for babies in poor sleeping environments.
The study involved infants in 11 California counties. It was supported by grants from the National Institutes of Health.
Fan use linked to lower risk of sudden baby death
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
By CARLA K. JOHNSON, Associated Press Writer
CHICAGO — Using a fan to circulate air seemed to lower the risk of sudden infant death syndrome in a study of nearly 500 babies, researchers reported Monday. Placing babies on their backs to sleep is the best advice for preventing SIDS, a still mysterious cause of death.
Experts also recommend a firm mattress, removing toys and pillows from cribs, and keeping infants from getting too warm.
Such practices helped slash U.S. SIDS deaths by more than half over a decade to about 2,100 in 2003. But SIDS remains the leading cause of death in infants ages 1 month to 1 year.
"The baby's sleeping environment really matters," said study senior author Dr. De-Kun Li of the Kaiser Permanente Division of Research in Oakland, Calif. "This seems to suggest that by improving room ventilation we can further reduce risk."
SIDS is the sudden death of an otherwise healthy infant that can't be attributed to any other cause. These babies may have brain abnormalities that prevent them from gasping and waking when they don't get enough oxygen.
The new study, published in October's Archives of Pediatrics & Adolescent Medicine, offers another way to make sure babies get enough air.
More research is needed, said Dr. Fern Hauck of the University of Virginia in Charlottesville, but she said that because fan use is in line with theories, it may be worth considering.
"This is the first study that we know of that has looked at this issue," said Hauck, a member of the American Academy of Pediatrics SIDS task force.
Researchers interviewed mothers of 185 infants who died from SIDS and mothers of 312 infants of similar race and age. Moms answered dozens of questions about their baby's sleeping environment.
Researchers took into account other risk factors and found that fan use was associated with a 72 percent lower risk of SIDS. Only 3 percent of the babies who died had a fan on in the room during their last sleep, the mothers reported. That compared to 12 percent of the babies who lived.
Using a fan reduced risk most for babies in poor sleeping environments.
The study involved infants in 11 California counties. It was supported by grants from the National Institutes of Health.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Tic Tac Toe Anyone?
Anyone wanna play a nice friendly game of Tic Tc Toe... lets see if YOU can beat the computer, Good luck and Have Fun!
http://www.pyzam.com/tictactoe
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Wednesday, October 8, 2008
day 4, lonely some more
It hasn't been a bad day, I just miss Marko- human adult contact for that matter.
After dropping the kids at school, I came home and worked for three hours on my dad's birthday gift, a detailed scrap book of our MS 150 bike ride. I had most of it done before going into work. Work was rough at first... I guess we were just not up to par today? I worked til 7, which was fine... maybe I should have stayed later just to avoid the awkward silence at my house?!
Anyhow I went to get the kids... look at Tony bear all cute and sleeping!
I came home and finished dad's scrap books!!
My grandparents come tomorrow so I will give him his early birthday gift and they can enjoy the pics and such. I put HOURS AND HOURS AND HOURS of time into it so hope he really likes it!
I got to talk to Marko he is in Raleigh, but just the same I still feel sad and lonely. He is hoping to see me Friday!-- I am hoping and praying he can come home because I miss him so much, so bad it hurts!
After dropping the kids at school, I came home and worked for three hours on my dad's birthday gift, a detailed scrap book of our MS 150 bike ride. I had most of it done before going into work. Work was rough at first... I guess we were just not up to par today? I worked til 7, which was fine... maybe I should have stayed later just to avoid the awkward silence at my house?!
Anyhow I went to get the kids... look at Tony bear all cute and sleeping!
I came home and finished dad's scrap books!!
My grandparents come tomorrow so I will give him his early birthday gift and they can enjoy the pics and such. I put HOURS AND HOURS AND HOURS of time into it so hope he really likes it!
I got to talk to Marko he is in Raleigh, but just the same I still feel sad and lonely. He is hoping to see me Friday!-- I am hoping and praying he can come home because I miss him so much, so bad it hurts!
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
A Good Darn Day- For a Change!
Today has been a WONDERFUL day! So I had to be at work at 9, because the OWNER was coming for a visit. Those of you who REALLY know me know:
1. I am scared to death of the owner and very nervous around him
2. He NEVER comes for visits so it was REALLY important to do well today!
So he got there about 10:15 w/ my district manager Dennis. He tried our biscuits and said we should add more butter to them next time. Shucks I hate butter so that won't happen, but I admit I am no pro biscuit maker so not a BAD response ya know! Then we walked around the outside and over all he was VERY positive... trust me that was a SHOCKER! And in the areas I could improve I put it nicely... again not something I am used to with him. He can be a nice guy but he also uses embarrassment as a way to correct ya know. He was very personable. He valued my opinions and thoughts. In fact our "introduction into management was similar" VERY poor training, yet we both succeeded. Anyhow that was a GIGANTIC relief and overall everything was good and he was pleased!!!!!
Then at work I won Tony's Halloween costume on ebay.For school they need to be an animal for the halloween parade and since Tony's symbol at school is a tiger he wanted to be a tiger.... so here is his costume:
Then afterwork I had to run a few quick errands. I was almost out of gas and low on money so my mom and I went to Walmart together as I had some returns to make; the kids Halloween costumes as I decided Jayna would just use Tony's from last year and I got Tony the new one, then I had to return my friend Nikki's baby shower gift since obviously it was un-needed, and a cooler hubby thought he would need for trael but changes his mind.
Anyhow at home, I thought it was SUPER AWESOME and ironic when I got online tonight and went to my parenting site and a friend there who just had a little girl had pictures of Baby Darby in one of the outfits I had just returned. It was actually oddly comforting... I am sure that sounds crazy but...?!
This is my little black dress it says
OH YEAH and Marko talked to us TWICE today and not SUPER late either!!! He even got to talk to the kids. Tony is REALLY missing him so that was good for the kids.
ok... but no blog from me is complete without at least one complaint!
So as we were leaving for WalMart we went the next street from mom's and there was a huge street fight 10 plus people. We called 911 to report it but sure as heck didn't stick around! Well we got back 40 minutes later and only ONE cop is there and now 20 plus people! well in seconds seven more cops come zooming... I SWEAR they are going 70 mph... sure it's an emergency but this is a narrow street they could have hit anyone... they really seem to have no concern for the average citizen!
Anyhow long story short the fight ended with hospitalizations after one girl sliced another girl with a box cutter pretty severely. Not sure how many arrests but they were looking in our yards and alleys for the weapon--- and additional suspects. As I was leaving mom's they had a girl in cuffs and shackels I assume pointing out where the weapon was.
1. I am scared to death of the owner and very nervous around him
2. He NEVER comes for visits so it was REALLY important to do well today!
So he got there about 10:15 w/ my district manager Dennis. He tried our biscuits and said we should add more butter to them next time. Shucks I hate butter so that won't happen, but I admit I am no pro biscuit maker so not a BAD response ya know! Then we walked around the outside and over all he was VERY positive... trust me that was a SHOCKER! And in the areas I could improve I put it nicely... again not something I am used to with him. He can be a nice guy but he also uses embarrassment as a way to correct ya know. He was very personable. He valued my opinions and thoughts. In fact our "introduction into management was similar" VERY poor training, yet we both succeeded. Anyhow that was a GIGANTIC relief and overall everything was good and he was pleased!!!!!
Then at work I won Tony's Halloween costume on ebay.For school they need to be an animal for the halloween parade and since Tony's symbol at school is a tiger he wanted to be a tiger.... so here is his costume:
Then afterwork I had to run a few quick errands. I was almost out of gas and low on money so my mom and I went to Walmart together as I had some returns to make; the kids Halloween costumes as I decided Jayna would just use Tony's from last year and I got Tony the new one, then I had to return my friend Nikki's baby shower gift since obviously it was un-needed, and a cooler hubby thought he would need for trael but changes his mind.
Anyhow at home, I thought it was SUPER AWESOME and ironic when I got online tonight and went to my parenting site and a friend there who just had a little girl had pictures of Baby Darby in one of the outfits I had just returned. It was actually oddly comforting... I am sure that sounds crazy but...?!
This is my little black dress it says
OH YEAH and Marko talked to us TWICE today and not SUPER late either!!! He even got to talk to the kids. Tony is REALLY missing him so that was good for the kids.
ok... but no blog from me is complete without at least one complaint!
So as we were leaving for WalMart we went the next street from mom's and there was a huge street fight 10 plus people. We called 911 to report it but sure as heck didn't stick around! Well we got back 40 minutes later and only ONE cop is there and now 20 plus people! well in seconds seven more cops come zooming... I SWEAR they are going 70 mph... sure it's an emergency but this is a narrow street they could have hit anyone... they really seem to have no concern for the average citizen!
Anyhow long story short the fight ended with hospitalizations after one girl sliced another girl with a box cutter pretty severely. Not sure how many arrests but they were looking in our yards and alleys for the weapon--- and additional suspects. As I was leaving mom's they had a girl in cuffs and shackels I assume pointing out where the weapon was.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Twisty Braid
That website I mentioned with all the amazing girly dos... Jayna permitted me to try one.... with ice cream as a bribe... It looks cute... especially for my first try ya know!
The professional multi braid is the one from the website http://hair4myprincess.blogspot.com/
and then the other was my sorry attempt...
Day 2: Still Lonely- and unimportant?
I am NOT enjoying Marko's new job. I am glad he is finally able to pursue his dream career and is happy, but I am sad. I feel like staying at work longer hours, that way I at least have people to talk with and I don't have to come home to a lonely house. The kids are here sure but it's not the same at all. Not to mention they try not to listen to me and that frustrates me.... they are probably just testing me more because they know their dad is away, but I am sad and lonely.
Marko finally called this morning at 12:11am. Gee I know the exact minute you would almost think I was waiting up. We only talked for 8 minutes.... mostly him complaining about the high schoolers at his job site.
I couldn't sleep. I stayed on the computer til some time about 1:30 and watched tv til after 2 when I finally fell asleep, but they something--- most likely our dog Diamond made noises, woke me up at 4:11am and I couldn't fall back asleep til almost 6am.... G are infomercials awesome (roll eyes!) I woke at 7 so got a whopping 3 hours of sleep.
I got a shower which did great at waking me up. Marko told me to call in the morn after I got up so I called him and we were "talking" for 27 seconds. Just enough to wake him up then he said goodbye. Worked from 9-4:30, then got the kids. I tried calling Marko tonight a bit after 8pm and AGAIN he is still working and too busy to talk to me, I just feel like crying.
Am I really this unimportant where he can't even talk to me 10 minutes a day. I know I miss him, so why doesn't he miss me- or the kids. He calls after they are in bed... and this morning before they were awake I called him. I think I am useless to him. I just wanna go somewhere, do something to get my mind off missing him but we have no money because it is going towards funding his new job until he gets his 1st paycheck.
Marko finally called this morning at 12:11am. Gee I know the exact minute you would almost think I was waiting up. We only talked for 8 minutes.... mostly him complaining about the high schoolers at his job site.
I couldn't sleep. I stayed on the computer til some time about 1:30 and watched tv til after 2 when I finally fell asleep, but they something--- most likely our dog Diamond made noises, woke me up at 4:11am and I couldn't fall back asleep til almost 6am.... G are infomercials awesome (roll eyes!) I woke at 7 so got a whopping 3 hours of sleep.
I got a shower which did great at waking me up. Marko told me to call in the morn after I got up so I called him and we were "talking" for 27 seconds. Just enough to wake him up then he said goodbye. Worked from 9-4:30, then got the kids. I tried calling Marko tonight a bit after 8pm and AGAIN he is still working and too busy to talk to me, I just feel like crying.
Am I really this unimportant where he can't even talk to me 10 minutes a day. I know I miss him, so why doesn't he miss me- or the kids. He calls after they are in bed... and this morning before they were awake I called him. I think I am useless to him. I just wanna go somewhere, do something to get my mind off missing him but we have no money because it is going towards funding his new job until he gets his 1st paycheck.
Anthony for president
Come on it'll only take 7 seconds, watch this funny video for me!
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Sunday, October 5, 2008
Day 1: Lonely and Forgotten
My husband left this morning about 6am. Now it is nearly 18 hours later and still haven't heard from him. It makes everything much sadder and lonelier when he doesn't even call. I tried calling him about 7 and he was busy but said he would call back... guess not because 5 hours later no phone calls. Maybe I rely too heavily on him, but I like his company. My kids are great but that is not the same as having him near. Sure he isn't the most help when home so as for that aspect it's not much different.... yet I am sad and lonely in my house. I hate being lonely...
then to top it off my usual "friend group" is all torn apart and fighting.... it's really stupid. A lot of hormones, a bad situation, and hurt feelings--- that all got out of hand. No easy answers and too late for easy mending only time will heal now.
I refuse to take sides, and will always side with Brandy anyways, but it makes the passing time that much lonelier quiet and depressing. Then they decide to start threats and trying to air each others dirty laundry. I was getting annoyed with it and messaged one of the people and get a mean response--- I promise I was being nice. I am told he is back to the old him so too bad. He didn't threaten me but it makes me mad as many times as I have tried to be friends and help all parties involved and the best he can do is say he doesn't care who he hurts so f it? Really...?
Ok enough of my public rant before I make the situation worse! Guess I should just go to sleep, but w/o hearing from Marko that is very difficult to do... this may very well be an excruciatingly long 5 months while he works out of town, usually out of state sunday through thursdays only coming home if he is somewhat close....
Guess it won't be a very happy birthday for me after all. But Nana and Poppy are suppose to come into town so that'll be nice!
then to top it off my usual "friend group" is all torn apart and fighting.... it's really stupid. A lot of hormones, a bad situation, and hurt feelings--- that all got out of hand. No easy answers and too late for easy mending only time will heal now.
I refuse to take sides, and will always side with Brandy anyways, but it makes the passing time that much lonelier quiet and depressing. Then they decide to start threats and trying to air each others dirty laundry. I was getting annoyed with it and messaged one of the people and get a mean response--- I promise I was being nice. I am told he is back to the old him so too bad. He didn't threaten me but it makes me mad as many times as I have tried to be friends and help all parties involved and the best he can do is say he doesn't care who he hurts so f it? Really...?
Ok enough of my public rant before I make the situation worse! Guess I should just go to sleep, but w/o hearing from Marko that is very difficult to do... this may very well be an excruciatingly long 5 months while he works out of town, usually out of state sunday through thursdays only coming home if he is somewhat close....
Guess it won't be a very happy birthday for me after all. But Nana and Poppy are suppose to come into town so that'll be nice!
What is a disability anyways?
A Truckers Story
If this doesn't light your fire...your wood is wet!
I try not to be biased, but I had my doubts about hiring Stevie. His placement counselor assured me that he would be a good, reliable busboy. But I had never had a mentally handicapped employee and wasn't sure I wanted one. I wasn't sure how my customers would react to Stevie.
He was sh ort, a little dumpy with the smooth facial features and thick-tongued speech of Downs Syndrome. I wasn't worried about most of my trucker customers because truckers don't generally care who buses tables as long as the meatloaf platter is good and the pies are homemade.
The four-wheeler drivers were the ones who concerned me; the mouthy college kids traveling to school; the yuppie snobs who secretly polish their silverware with their napkins for fear of catching some dreaded 'truck stop germ' the pairs of white-shirted business men on expense accounts who think every truck stop waitress wants to be flirted with. ;I knew those people would be uncomfortable around Stevie so I closely watched him for the first few weeks.
I shouldn't have worried. After the first week, Stevie had my staff wrapped around his stubby little finger, and within a month my truck regulars had adopted him as their official truck stop mascot.
After that, I really didn't care what the rest of the customers thought of him. He was like a 21-year-old in blue jeans and Nikes, eager to laugh and eager to please, but fierce in his attention to his duties. Every salt and pepper shaker was exactly in its place, not a bread crumb or coffee spill was visible when Stevie got done with the table. Our only problem was persuading him to wait to clean a table until after the customers were finished. He would hover in the background, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, scanning the dining room until a table was empty. Then he would scurry to the empty table and carefully bus dishes and glasses onto his cart and meticulously wipe the table up with a practiced flourish of his rag.
If he thought a customer was watching, his brow would pucker with added concentration. He took pride in doing his job exactly right, and you had to l ove how hard he tried to please each and every person he met.
Over time, we learned that he lived with his mother, a widow who was disabled after repeated surgeries for cancer. They lived on their Social Security benefits in public housing two miles from the truck stop. Their social worker, who stopped to check on him every so often, admitted they had fallen between the cracks. Money was tight, and what I paid him was probably the difference between them being able to live together and Stevie being sent to a group home. That's why the restaurant was a gloomy place that morning last August, the first morning in three years that Stevie missed work.
He was at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester getting a new valve or something put in his heart. His social worker said that people with Downs Syndrome often have heart problems at an early age so this wasn't unexpected, and there was a good chance he would come through the surgery in good shape and be back at work in a few months.
A ripple of excitement ran through the staff later that morning when word came that he was out of surgery, in recovery, and doing fine.
Frannie, the head waitress, let out a war hoop and did a little dance in the aisle when she heard the good news.
Belle Ringer, one of our regular trucker customers, stared at the sight of this 50-year-old grandmother of four doing a victory shimmy beside his table.
Frannie blushed, smoothed her apron and shot Belle Ringer a withering look.
He grinned. 'OK, Frannie, what was that all about?' he asked.
'We just got word that Stevie is out of surgery and going to be okay.'
'I wa s wondering where he was. I had a new joke to tell him.. What was the surgery about?'
Frannie quickly told Belle Ringer and the other two drivers sitting at his booth about Stevie's surgery, then sighed: 'Yeah, I'm glad he is going to be OK,' she said. 'But I don't know how he and his Mom are going to handle all the bills. From what I hear, they're barely getting by as it is.' Belle Ringer nodded thoughtfully, and Frannie hurried off to wait on the rest of her tables. Since I hadn't had time to round up a busboy to replace Stevie and really didn't want to replace him, the girls were busing their own tables that day until we decided what to do.
After the morning rush, Frannie walked into my office. She had a couple of paper napkins in her hand and a funny look on her face.
'What's up?' I asked.
'I didn't get that table where Belle Ringer and his friends were sitting cleared off after they left, and Pony Pete and Tony Tipper were si tting there when I got back to clean it off,' she said. 'This was folded and tucked under a coffee cup.'
She handed the napkin to me, and three $20 bills fell onto my desk when I opened it. On the outside, in big, bold letters, was printed 'Something for Stevie'.
'Pony Pete asked me what that was all about,' she said, 'so I told him about Stevie and his Mom and everything, and Pete looked at Tony and Tony looked at Pete, and they ended up giving me this.' She handed me another pape r napkin that had 'Something For Stevie' scrawled on its outside. Two $50 bills were tucked within its folds. Frannie looked at me with wet, shiny eyes, shook her head and said simply: 'truckers..'
That was three months ago. Today is Thanksgiving, the first day Stevie is supposed to be back to work.
His placement worker said he's been counting the days until the doctor said he could work, and it didn't matter at all that it was a holiday. He called 10 times in the past week , making sure we knew he was coming, fearful that we had forgotten him or that his job was in jeopardy. I arranged to have his mother bring him to work. I then met them in the parking lot and invited them both to celebrate his day back.
Stevie was thinner and paler, but couldn't stop grinning as he pushed through the doors and headed for the back room where his apron and busing cart were waiting.
'Hold up there, Stevie, not so fast,' I said.. I took him and his mother by th eir arms. 'Work can wait for a minute. To celebrate you coming back, breakfast for you and your mother is on me!' I led them toward a large corner booth at the rear of the room.
I could feel and hear the rest of the staff following behind as we marched through the dining room. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw booth after booth of grinning truckers empty and join the procession. We stopped in front of the big table. Its surface was covered with coffee cups, saucers and dinner plates, all sitting slightly crooked on dozens of folded paper napkins. 'First thing you have to do, Stevie, is clean up this mess,' I said. I tried to sound stern.
Stevie looked at me, and then at his mother, then pulled out one of the napkins. It had 'Something for Stevie' printed on the outside. As he picked it up, two $10 bills fell onto the table.
Stevie stared at the money, then at all the napkins peeking from beneath the tableware, each with his name printed or scrawled on it. I turned to his mother. 'There's more than $10,000 in cash and checks on that table, all from truckers and trucking companies that heard about your problems. 'Happy Thanksgiving,'
Well, it got real noisy about that time, with everybody hollering and shouting, and there were a few tears, as well.
But you know what's funny? While everybody else was busy shaking hands and hugging each other, Stevie, with a big, big smile on his face, was busy clearing all the cups and dishes from the table.
Best worker I ever hired.
Plant a seed and watch it grow.
At this point, you can bury this inspirational message or forward it fulfilling the need!
If you shed a tear, hug yourself, because you are a compassionate person.
Well... Don't just sit there! Send this story on!
Keep it going, this is a good one!
If this doesn't light your fire...your wood is wet!
I try not to be biased, but I had my doubts about hiring Stevie. His placement counselor assured me that he would be a good, reliable busboy. But I had never had a mentally handicapped employee and wasn't sure I wanted one. I wasn't sure how my customers would react to Stevie.
He was sh ort, a little dumpy with the smooth facial features and thick-tongued speech of Downs Syndrome. I wasn't worried about most of my trucker customers because truckers don't generally care who buses tables as long as the meatloaf platter is good and the pies are homemade.
The four-wheeler drivers were the ones who concerned me; the mouthy college kids traveling to school; the yuppie snobs who secretly polish their silverware with their napkins for fear of catching some dreaded 'truck stop germ' the pairs of white-shirted business men on expense accounts who think every truck stop waitress wants to be flirted with. ;I knew those people would be uncomfortable around Stevie so I closely watched him for the first few weeks.
I shouldn't have worried. After the first week, Stevie had my staff wrapped around his stubby little finger, and within a month my truck regulars had adopted him as their official truck stop mascot.
After that, I really didn't care what the rest of the customers thought of him. He was like a 21-year-old in blue jeans and Nikes, eager to laugh and eager to please, but fierce in his attention to his duties. Every salt and pepper shaker was exactly in its place, not a bread crumb or coffee spill was visible when Stevie got done with the table. Our only problem was persuading him to wait to clean a table until after the customers were finished. He would hover in the background, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, scanning the dining room until a table was empty. Then he would scurry to the empty table and carefully bus dishes and glasses onto his cart and meticulously wipe the table up with a practiced flourish of his rag.
If he thought a customer was watching, his brow would pucker with added concentration. He took pride in doing his job exactly right, and you had to l ove how hard he tried to please each and every person he met.
Over time, we learned that he lived with his mother, a widow who was disabled after repeated surgeries for cancer. They lived on their Social Security benefits in public housing two miles from the truck stop. Their social worker, who stopped to check on him every so often, admitted they had fallen between the cracks. Money was tight, and what I paid him was probably the difference between them being able to live together and Stevie being sent to a group home. That's why the restaurant was a gloomy place that morning last August, the first morning in three years that Stevie missed work.
He was at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester getting a new valve or something put in his heart. His social worker said that people with Downs Syndrome often have heart problems at an early age so this wasn't unexpected, and there was a good chance he would come through the surgery in good shape and be back at work in a few months.
A ripple of excitement ran through the staff later that morning when word came that he was out of surgery, in recovery, and doing fine.
Frannie, the head waitress, let out a war hoop and did a little dance in the aisle when she heard the good news.
Belle Ringer, one of our regular trucker customers, stared at the sight of this 50-year-old grandmother of four doing a victory shimmy beside his table.
Frannie blushed, smoothed her apron and shot Belle Ringer a withering look.
He grinned. 'OK, Frannie, what was that all about?' he asked.
'We just got word that Stevie is out of surgery and going to be okay.'
'I wa s wondering where he was. I had a new joke to tell him.. What was the surgery about?'
Frannie quickly told Belle Ringer and the other two drivers sitting at his booth about Stevie's surgery, then sighed: 'Yeah, I'm glad he is going to be OK,' she said. 'But I don't know how he and his Mom are going to handle all the bills. From what I hear, they're barely getting by as it is.' Belle Ringer nodded thoughtfully, and Frannie hurried off to wait on the rest of her tables. Since I hadn't had time to round up a busboy to replace Stevie and really didn't want to replace him, the girls were busing their own tables that day until we decided what to do.
After the morning rush, Frannie walked into my office. She had a couple of paper napkins in her hand and a funny look on her face.
'What's up?' I asked.
'I didn't get that table where Belle Ringer and his friends were sitting cleared off after they left, and Pony Pete and Tony Tipper were si tting there when I got back to clean it off,' she said. 'This was folded and tucked under a coffee cup.'
She handed the napkin to me, and three $20 bills fell onto my desk when I opened it. On the outside, in big, bold letters, was printed 'Something for Stevie'.
'Pony Pete asked me what that was all about,' she said, 'so I told him about Stevie and his Mom and everything, and Pete looked at Tony and Tony looked at Pete, and they ended up giving me this.' She handed me another pape r napkin that had 'Something For Stevie' scrawled on its outside. Two $50 bills were tucked within its folds. Frannie looked at me with wet, shiny eyes, shook her head and said simply: 'truckers..'
That was three months ago. Today is Thanksgiving, the first day Stevie is supposed to be back to work.
His placement worker said he's been counting the days until the doctor said he could work, and it didn't matter at all that it was a holiday. He called 10 times in the past week , making sure we knew he was coming, fearful that we had forgotten him or that his job was in jeopardy. I arranged to have his mother bring him to work. I then met them in the parking lot and invited them both to celebrate his day back.
Stevie was thinner and paler, but couldn't stop grinning as he pushed through the doors and headed for the back room where his apron and busing cart were waiting.
'Hold up there, Stevie, not so fast,' I said.. I took him and his mother by th eir arms. 'Work can wait for a minute. To celebrate you coming back, breakfast for you and your mother is on me!' I led them toward a large corner booth at the rear of the room.
I could feel and hear the rest of the staff following behind as we marched through the dining room. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw booth after booth of grinning truckers empty and join the procession. We stopped in front of the big table. Its surface was covered with coffee cups, saucers and dinner plates, all sitting slightly crooked on dozens of folded paper napkins. 'First thing you have to do, Stevie, is clean up this mess,' I said. I tried to sound stern.
Stevie looked at me, and then at his mother, then pulled out one of the napkins. It had 'Something for Stevie' printed on the outside. As he picked it up, two $10 bills fell onto the table.
Stevie stared at the money, then at all the napkins peeking from beneath the tableware, each with his name printed or scrawled on it. I turned to his mother. 'There's more than $10,000 in cash and checks on that table, all from truckers and trucking companies that heard about your problems. 'Happy Thanksgiving,'
Well, it got real noisy about that time, with everybody hollering and shouting, and there were a few tears, as well.
But you know what's funny? While everybody else was busy shaking hands and hugging each other, Stevie, with a big, big smile on his face, was busy clearing all the cups and dishes from the table.
Best worker I ever hired.
Plant a seed and watch it grow.
At this point, you can bury this inspirational message or forward it fulfilling the need!
If you shed a tear, hug yourself, because you are a compassionate person.
Well... Don't just sit there! Send this story on!
Keep it going, this is a good one!
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Oh the Talent I WISH I had!
Check out this blog, http://hair4myprincess.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-things-girly-giveaway.html
Man how I wish I could do all those nifty things for Jayna Bell's hair!
Man how I wish I could do all those nifty things for Jayna Bell's hair!
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