oh the short weeks of holiday layovers. i still haven't wholley realized that tomorrow, or, today, i should say, is wednesday. this weeks list of "to dos," which is usually long anyway, was hastily carved and whittled into what essentially consists of a three day work week. because, no matter how great my intentions are, theres simply no way for me, at this point, to jump right back on the productive band wagon i fell off of last friday. and in a hurry i might add.
the weekend was a nice time spent in south carolina at our "cabin," as it is so lovingly called....and such a delightful expression considering this quaint hand-carved spectacle of a residence, while padded on all sides by truly old and wonderful wilderness, is also nestled cozily into the very armpit of what may be the closest earthly thing to hell i've ever known. yes, i still call it hell, because when i do acknowledge it, or when it forces me to acknowledge it, it's my very own hell, with my name engraved on it an everything.....and i hope that by my dying day i've either been enlightened into nothingness, or i've found something equally despicable to destest for the end of my years on earth. and c'mon, for all the wonderful things we enjoy in this world, it's simply the balance of life to have a good seething apathy for something.....for some humans its cell phones, noisey people at graduation ceremonies, cars without mufflers....but for me, it's woodruff.
nuff said. kev and i avoided the inner city limits of there, and saturday AND sunday drove out to what still ranks high on my list of great mountain bike trails. saturday we did two laps, and sunday i eeked out one, because i've been a riding slacker. running mostly, but not much of anything this month as i try to rid myself of a cold virus i swear must have been nesting in my left big toe since junior high, because thats the last time i ever had anything so consuming. i lost my voice and everything, which, besides the pain, is pretty cool. i can't sing a damned thing but fleetwood mac. with enough advil and cough syrup, it's probably one of the best side effects i could get from a cold. haha.
okay, enough with the smart-assedness. the point of this blog was a confession.
sometimes. and i do mean sometimes, i buy things based on the uniqueness of their packaging. i figure, well hell, they did a bang up job on that label, who cares if it tastes like crap, it'll look great in my cabinet.....
yea, that's stupid.
anyway, but i do. and tonight i did something i RARELY ever do, and bought some wine based on a cool label. but honestly i did read the back and it sounds good. for all the wine i've tried and narrowed down, i still dont know how to pick out a good zinfandel (and, umm....that'd be the red kind)
so while putting away the assortment of fruits and veggies i bought at the brand spanking new publix that's literally hidden amongst the bushes about 5 miles from my house like something out of a dream. COOL. (i know, so lame) i considered my choices in mother natures bounty.
zucchini. ah yes. a favorite. grapes, pears. ah hah, my daily fruit group. cucumbers. herb salad (buy 2 get $1 off with secret coupons), sweet peppers (red, yellow, and green) chives, limes, garlic, and...then
eggplant
eggplant. that mysterious fruit that i refuse to give up on. sure that one day i'll find a recipe that brings out the secret hidden magnificent flavor. thinking, surely this plant isn't as pallid and tasteless as it has always been every single time i've eaten it. and tried and true, i have yet to find an eggplant recipe that doesn't simply make the eggplant take on the flavor of the seasoning. the texture is okay, but you know, not great enough to make up for a complete lack of robustness that it's exterior boastfully insinuates.
and i realized, with a small gasp, that the eggplant is one of those items i buy because....well.....it looks cool.
so. heres to eggplants and zinfandel.
night night.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Friday, May 18, 2007
POM 400
year after year, the toilet stories continue.
the side of the building where my office is located has one restroom. a nice big one at that. and this morning i went in to get a handful of toilet tissue because my cold is at the rudolph the red and runny nosed phase (it seems to have been moving downward b/c first it was my eyes, now my nose, and i'm noticing a myserious pink tinge coming from my chin...or maybe that's just acne...damn)
so anyway, as i leaned down to grab some toilet paper, which, i might add, is ALWAYS on the wrong way so that you have to unroll it backwards, which is a real pain....seriously, i noticed the roll was getting low so i raised an eyebrow towards the back of the toilet where sometimes extra rolls are stashed, and the side-of-the-eye glance read "M4 POM," but it registered in my head as "NA PALM" and for a brief second i thought, with a combination of disgust and horror, "who the hell would name toilet paper after jellied gasoline explosives....."
well, if you think about it it's a pretty uncomfortable thought. and then, if you are really bored and you think about it a little bit more, it could, in extreme cases, be quite appropriate....which is, i suppose, equally uncomfortable.
ah so the week is drawing to a SLLLLLOOOOOW close. it has seemed, since i took this job, that my weeks take off to a roaring start, inundated with work and phone calls and reviews and meetings and travel....and by thursday the last little farts of business (just to keep with the motif) sputter out, and friday is quite a bit of a decompressor. i think i like it. friday is also casual day at the office. which i really like. because i'm a goober. that's why.
heres to a great weekend. hoping for some sun and some cycling. cheerio!
the side of the building where my office is located has one restroom. a nice big one at that. and this morning i went in to get a handful of toilet tissue because my cold is at the rudolph the red and runny nosed phase (it seems to have been moving downward b/c first it was my eyes, now my nose, and i'm noticing a myserious pink tinge coming from my chin...or maybe that's just acne...damn)
so anyway, as i leaned down to grab some toilet paper, which, i might add, is ALWAYS on the wrong way so that you have to unroll it backwards, which is a real pain....seriously, i noticed the roll was getting low so i raised an eyebrow towards the back of the toilet where sometimes extra rolls are stashed, and the side-of-the-eye glance read "M4 POM," but it registered in my head as "NA PALM" and for a brief second i thought, with a combination of disgust and horror, "who the hell would name toilet paper after jellied gasoline explosives....."
well, if you think about it it's a pretty uncomfortable thought. and then, if you are really bored and you think about it a little bit more, it could, in extreme cases, be quite appropriate....which is, i suppose, equally uncomfortable.
ah so the week is drawing to a SLLLLLOOOOOW close. it has seemed, since i took this job, that my weeks take off to a roaring start, inundated with work and phone calls and reviews and meetings and travel....and by thursday the last little farts of business (just to keep with the motif) sputter out, and friday is quite a bit of a decompressor. i think i like it. friday is also casual day at the office. which i really like. because i'm a goober. that's why.
heres to a great weekend. hoping for some sun and some cycling. cheerio!
Monday, May 07, 2007
things of late
holy mother.
today was the first day i can plan to be home for longer than a few days. funny i GOT this job because i was tired of being gone all the time. lucky for me the worst of my travels is over. but the first tang and bite of what's yet to come welcomed itself into my office at a bright and shiney (and a wee bit chilly) 10am this morning.
but. before diving into all that.
i spent one of my favorite holidays, it being Cinco de Mayo, at Mexico Beach, Florida. a little strip of pseudo islandish land off the gulf coast between appalachacola and destin. a dear friend of mine was married on the beach on saturday and i went down friday night and stayed until sunday. saturday i managed to get a little too much sunshine but it didn't really burst into color until later sunday (post shower, which seems to be the time in which sunburns always rear their ugly side) and saturday night had a damned fine time at an outdoor fiesta style reception, followed by a full wedding party take-over at the local (and only, i might add) bar, called Toucans. wee! it was a much needed vacation after 6 weeks of mind numbing training and travel for work.
ah work. okay. i actually do still feel very niched, if i may be so bold. but if there was a little book called "worst case scenarios for foster care case managers" i would be reading "what to do if..." on pg23. twenty three being the NUMBER OF CASES i was gifted with this morning. that would also be exactly 17 more than good old georgy policy states i should receive upon immediate completion of training. and i am flattered my supervisor thinks i can handle it, but i'm TERRIFIED she actually gave that many to me. well, that's not the real problem. the real problem is that she hasn't offered much help, and discourages consulting coworkers for advice/suggesstions...which, while i understand the reasoning behind, also think it's a little on the control-freque side. so i'm like that little kid who REALLY wants to learn to swim and just wants her parent to go beside her into the water. and all seems to be going well..........when along comes uncle bob......who tosses her into the deep end of the dock before she can even hold her nose.
damn you uncle bob.
to illustrate, and slather on another layer of self pity--One case. that's one child (which i have 23 of right now, alone, by myself, solo...you get the picture) one child usually has about three or four 3.5inch binders crammed slap damned full of pages and pages of information. all of them together take up about 4 shelves on my extra large industrial grade metal bookcase. and i've leafed through all of two. binders, that is. because today was the first day i could. because today was the first day i saw any of them.
but i did manage to make a few phone calls to foster family of one of my clients.
one.
of 23.
teenagers.
who i am now officially the Legal Guardian of.
yes.
legal.
guardian.
(gasp....)
(...thud)
today was the first day i can plan to be home for longer than a few days. funny i GOT this job because i was tired of being gone all the time. lucky for me the worst of my travels is over. but the first tang and bite of what's yet to come welcomed itself into my office at a bright and shiney (and a wee bit chilly) 10am this morning.
but. before diving into all that.
i spent one of my favorite holidays, it being Cinco de Mayo, at Mexico Beach, Florida. a little strip of pseudo islandish land off the gulf coast between appalachacola and destin. a dear friend of mine was married on the beach on saturday and i went down friday night and stayed until sunday. saturday i managed to get a little too much sunshine but it didn't really burst into color until later sunday (post shower, which seems to be the time in which sunburns always rear their ugly side) and saturday night had a damned fine time at an outdoor fiesta style reception, followed by a full wedding party take-over at the local (and only, i might add) bar, called Toucans. wee! it was a much needed vacation after 6 weeks of mind numbing training and travel for work.
ah work. okay. i actually do still feel very niched, if i may be so bold. but if there was a little book called "worst case scenarios for foster care case managers" i would be reading "what to do if..." on pg23. twenty three being the NUMBER OF CASES i was gifted with this morning. that would also be exactly 17 more than good old georgy policy states i should receive upon immediate completion of training. and i am flattered my supervisor thinks i can handle it, but i'm TERRIFIED she actually gave that many to me. well, that's not the real problem. the real problem is that she hasn't offered much help, and discourages consulting coworkers for advice/suggesstions...which, while i understand the reasoning behind, also think it's a little on the control-freque side. so i'm like that little kid who REALLY wants to learn to swim and just wants her parent to go beside her into the water. and all seems to be going well..........when along comes uncle bob......who tosses her into the deep end of the dock before she can even hold her nose.
damn you uncle bob.
to illustrate, and slather on another layer of self pity--One case. that's one child (which i have 23 of right now, alone, by myself, solo...you get the picture) one child usually has about three or four 3.5inch binders crammed slap damned full of pages and pages of information. all of them together take up about 4 shelves on my extra large industrial grade metal bookcase. and i've leafed through all of two. binders, that is. because today was the first day i could. because today was the first day i saw any of them.
but i did manage to make a few phone calls to foster family of one of my clients.
one.
of 23.
teenagers.
who i am now officially the Legal Guardian of.
yes.
legal.
guardian.
(gasp....)
(...thud)
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