Wednesday, March 25, 2009

A music video for Wednesday..

Tired, tired, tired. A long day following a long day yesterday. I am finally ready for my trip and both conversions this weekend - after dealing with all of the computer problems I had this week. Maybe next week will be better? Tomorrow I'll be taking my "weekend day" and I'll try to stay away from work as much as possible. Then, at 6AM Friday, my plane leaves for Charlotte.

Let's finish off this day with one of my favorite songs. From 1977 - Al Stewart - Year of the Cat. For some odd reason this song always makes me think of a small Chinese restaurant called "House of Choy" that my mother and I would eat at when we would go visit my grandmother in east Nashville in the late 70's. Isn't it weird what you associate with songs? Well, think of egg rolls and chicken fried rice with me and enjoy it here live...

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Another sign that I am losing my mind...

Last night, I dried an empty load of clothes in the dryer. What's worse - it stopped and I restarted it so the invisible clothes would not get wrinkled. Elwood P. Dowd and I will be sitting side by side in the sanatorium soon.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Puppets

Coldplay obviously understands how much enjoyment I get out of watching puppets blow things up.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Tuesday tidbits

  • I was finally comfortable enough with my new employment situation to spend some money this week. Among the items purchased were tires for our 2004 Saturn. I put off this purchase 3 times in the last 4 months while waiting to see what would happen at work. Well, what I thought would happen did happen. But, cars need tires and I am currently back at work. I even got a new email address, so I am guessing they are going to keep me for a little while if they are putting forth that kind of effort. Anyhoo, the tires make it drive like a new car. I hated that car before tonight and now it is like a different car. The tires that were on it were Michelins - they never felt "right" since they were brand new. I'm amazed at what a difference these tires make and I take back most of the nasty things I have said about Saturn.
  • Another newspaper is about to bite the dust. Hearst is close to closing the Seattle P-I. Another legacy gone. Is it poor management or are newspapers really doomed? I think it's a pinch of both reasons. Newspapers as we know them are doomed. But, they can adapt. Let's just hope it is not too late.
  • Speaking of newspapers, here is a link to a fantastic Chicago Magazine article highlighting some of the love letters written by Mike Royko. I read several of his books of columns when I had the notion of going into journalism and I was always impressed by him. The letters in this article give us a fascinating glimpse of the whole man.
  • Here comes a huge line of storms. 80 degrees in March normally ends in tornadoes and chaos around here. I'm keeping my fingers crossed but, since luck is never enough, my alarm weather radio is right here on the bedside table. Good night!

Refreshed!

I'm finally getting back in the groove at my old job for the new owners. Last week was complete information overload. This week is a bit more relaxed and today I got my last laptop system problems resolved so tomorrow should be a productive day. I'm finally getting a little control over the pages and pages of notes. The next couple of months looks like it will be travel heavy, so I should have plenty to blog about.

We had a brief touch of 80 degree weather today. The grass is already growing and will soon need to be mowed. Tomorrow we go back to the normal 40's and 50's for highs, but it appears we made it through another winter with hardly any snow. Soon we'll be complaining about the heat and I'll be setting up the pool!

Courtesy of YouTube, here's another music flashback. Another one of my personal favorites by Patt LaBelle. You just can't stay in a gloomy mood when you turn up this one.

Friday, March 6, 2009

Home!

What a "full" week. Many peaks and valleys in this one. I am too tired to write a thoughful and well-written post explaining what all went on over the last week. Once I am rested and have some time to ponder, I will be able to do that.

What I can say right now is that things are ok. I have a job, which I am grateful for. I am over the frustration and incredible initial shock of having to re-learn everything that has anything to do with my job.

So, I am just going to enjoy the weekend and continue to take it all one day at a time.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Weird dream

Disclaimer: I did not eat pizza last night nor any other spicy food.
 
Random snippets of my weird dream that I want to share before I forget them:
  • I was at the premiere of the "Late Night with Jimmy Fallon"
  • I was waiting in a long line that was exactly like the line at Pirates of the Carribean in Disney World. We were going down into this long cave like hallway.
  • When I made it in, there were multiple stages and people were sitting all over. Everything looked like a high school art class had created it.
  • When the show started, the little stage I sat at was actually where the opening act was. The partition came up and Jimmy Fallon was sitting there eating from a bowl of chili to start the show. Charles Barkley was the first guest. He referred to this stage as the "Sports Stage".
  • Jimmy Fallon showed us another stage that was the "Guitar Hero" stage - where musical guests come on and play songs.
  • Some random audience member got up in the middle of the interview and started fixing a bowl of chili.
  • Jimmy stopped and showed a cartoon on this big projection wall that was in a room that looked like a Chuck E Cheese. There were several people I work with in the cartoon in Disney-like cartoon versions.
  • I left the studio and helped Jim from "The Office" board up windows for an approaching hurricane. He had dollar bills sticking out of his shirt pocket.
  • I woke up. It was 3AM. Dream over.
Random thoughts on this:
  • Maybe this is a manifestation of my stress at work?
  • I might need therapy.
  • I am drinking far too much coffee.
  • Jimmy Fallon gives me the creeps.