Kitten/Cat
I mean, come on. How much fun does it seem to lay around all day and sleep?
Even as an adult cat, you could lay around. And nobody would care.
I mean, come on. How much fun does it seem to lay around all day and sleep?
Even as an adult cat, you could lay around. And nobody would care.
Let’s continue with this game…
I can type 80+ wpm. I took one semester of typing in high school – purely because I needed an easy A class. I already knew how to type, and was typing faster than anyone else in the class. I suppose I get this skill from my mother. She was always a top notch typist.
Multitasking. My job requires it. If I couldn’t successfully multitask, I couldn’t successfully do my job. The office would be a mess, things would get forgotten, and production companies and clients would be upset. It is a MUST. Often times I feel like an Air Traffic Control tower. I send each group of trainer to a different location with a different group of dogs. I’m in constant contact with them during the shooting day, and they are always aware of what their next job will be. And since there is ALWAYS something happening in the production company world, the emails on my cell phone run 24hrs a day. And believe me when I say, production companies expect answers to their questions no matter the time of day. Sometimes, it’s a pain. But it pays my bills. ;-)
I’m a rock star. Haven’t you heard me singing in my car? I LOVE to sing, and people tell me I do it well. So, I’m gonna take it as being a strength. I was in the choir in elementary school, and again in high school. I loved it.
Driving. Enough said.
Kissing. And everything that entails. I’ll leave it at that. No explanation should be necessary. ;-)
RJ. I cry when I think about all the time I lost with RJ. The years of not tucking him in at night. The years of no school pictures. The years of no communication at all. When these thoughts come to mind, I hide in a corner or curl up in bed, and refuse to do anything else.
I’m impatient. I get annoyed at slow drivers. I get annoyed at slow checkers at the grocery store. I get annoyed at slow bank tellers. I get annoyed at slow typists. I’m constantly wanting to do things fast, and you slow people get in my way. Maybe it’s time to slow down. Just a bit.
Ramen & Udon. These two melt my heart. I’d do anything for these two. Strange to hear from someone who doesn’t like animals, I know, but they, for one reason or another, make me happy. Maybe it’s because they don’t shed. Maybe it’s because they don’t lick my face when I get close to them. Maybe it’s because they are well behaved. Whatever it is, they make me stop in my tracks. No matter what kind of mood I’m in, I always have a moment to stop and give hugs and kisses to these two. ♥♥♥
Rude. I can be rude. If someone is rude to me, I can be more rude, right back. I don’t tend to sugar coat conversations, and I do not spend a lot of time “gossiping”. If I call someone to give them some information, I don’t need to carry on a useless conversation about their sick Aunt Sally. If you’re not someone I converse with on a daily basis, then chance are I don’t even know you have an Aunt Sally, rendering the conversation a waste of time. This comes across as rude to most people.
JK. He is one of my biggest weaknesses (and I his). This weakness is fun!
Some days are better than others. Some days are action packed with errands or RJ or shopping or car fixing or JK or overtime or lots of other things, but alas, most of my days are like this…
7:00am - wake up
7:15am - take shower
8:00am - leave house for work
8:30am - stop for breakfast
9:00am - start work
1:00pm - LUNCH TIME!!
2:00pm - back to work
4:14pm - bff@work arrives
6:00pm - OFF WORK!
6:45pm - arrive home to relax for the evening
11:30pm - sleeping
Embarrassing moment?
I don’t have embarrassing moments. I don’t have any funny stories of embarrassing moments.
I guess this is the best I got… Wrong car. <--- click that link to read the story.
Sorry.
In no particular order….
RJ: He makes me a better person. He gives me confidence that I can do anything. He makes me feel invincible.
BFF@work: He influences me to relax when I’m not working. He pushes me to enjoy time off and not let things beyond my control, control me.
StepDad: He raised me. Enough said.
JK: He makes me want to be a better girlfriend. ;-)
Sis: She influences me to play with her cats. Even if I don’t want to.
Squid: He influences me to be lazy. He’s one of my favorite people with whom to be lazy.
Mom: She taught me that hard work doesn’t always equal happiness.
Dad: Taught me about the kind of person I don’t want to be. He showed me an example of how unhappy life can be when you push everyone around you away.
Boss#1: He’s taught me the most about money.
DD: She is the one person, that makes me work hardest. She expects the most from me while I’m in the office. She doesn’t allow me to slack off. She is one of my closest friends.
I once had my dream job. I was 21 years old, a brand new wife, and lived in an upscale part of Corpus Christi, TX. I was, a Stay-At-Home Mom.
It was the best job ever. I didn’t have to get up and drive to an office. My office was just down the hall. I didn’t have to answer to an ugly boss. My boss was the cutest newborn ever. When he woke me up in the middle of the night, we’d cuddle and go back to sleep. We watched tv, played with toys, and went for walks in the middle of the day.
It was the best job ever. I’m jealous of myself for not still having it.
I thought and thought and thought about this one. I went around and around with different situations I've been in, thinking about which one was actually the hardest. After I wrote them all down and read through them, it was obvious. Jail.
Jail was one place I definitely feared. It was the place bad people went. People that didn’t belong on our every day streets. People that were poisonous to society. Mean people, who fought with other mean people. Guards were just as mean as some of the inmates. I was afraid, every single night, to go to sleep. And I was afraid, every single morning when I woke up, that I would never get out. I feared that I would wake up in jail, every morning, for the rest of my life. :-(
There were a lot of rules I had to follow, and if I didn’t learn the rules from watching someone else, I would be punished. There was no excuse for not following the rules. I remember stepping across a red tape line on the floor once, to help another woman in the restroom. I was sent to confinement for six hours. I never stepped across the red tape line again.
I remember being awaken at 4am one morning, by a guard hitting me in the head with her flashlight. Not only was I annoyed she was hitting me in the head, she was waking up the wrong person. Under normal circumstances (at that time of my life), I would have hit her right back.
In jail? Nope. I dealt.
My parents. Always a touchy subject. I don’t speak of them often, and there’s a reason.
I’ve written about my dad on several occasions. You can find them anywhere on this blog. The relationship between him and I was never good. From the day I was born. Perhaps he was disappointed I ended up being a girl. Maybe it’s because I remind him so much of my mom. Maybe it’s because I’m so much like him. Whatever the reason, from the day I was born, the relationship between my father and me, has sucked. At best. We do not speak. I have him blocked from all aspects of my life. I get annoyed when Sis talks to him about me, because I don’t want him knowing anything about my life. He is not part of it, and that’s how I like it.
The relationship I have with my mother, is different. It’s much better than the one with my dad, but not one that I would boast about. I don’t share secrets with her. She doesn’t know who I’m dating, and didn’t even know I moved until a week AFTER we were already settled in. Her life choices have caused me to keep my distance, and unfortunately, that leaves me with no parents to share my life with. This is my choice as an adult.
I’ve had to learn that life does go on without parents. It’s not a bad thing that my abusive father isn’t around. It’s not a bad thing that my mom lives her own strange life. It’s just different. And it’s the way it is.