YaYa Princess

A post about not much

I love the snow.  Correction.  I USED to love the snow.  Right now snow and I, we have a kinda love hate relationship.

We’ve had 3 storms in 2 weeks, and tonight is our 4th.  6inches, 6 inches, 29 flippin inches, and now somewhere between 10-20 inches.  The snowflakes are huge and falling, but they are not pretty to me.  Instead, every one is currently another one that we will have to shovel.  It may in fact be the on that pushes the tree over, or collapses the roof.  Stupid flakes. 

It’s a rather morbid Debbie Downer though process, I realize.  And that’s when it occured to me.  Let Go and Let God.  Seriously.  I mean, sure we’ll shovel the deck and the sidewalk and drip the water and do what we can, but at the end of the day if the trees’a comin down, it’s coming down.  You’re certainly not going to see my fool butt up in that tree shaking it off (though I totally took a broom to it -bwahaha)  At the end of the day, it will all work out one way or another. 

And so with that, I’ll just enjoy power while we have it.  I can’t say that my relationship with Mother Nature isn’t brusied at the moment, but for now I’ll do my best to enjoy the snow…you know, the ones that are going to accumulate and cause me to shovel another 3 hours…..oops.  Well, baby steps.

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Disclaimer:  I’m typing this on my Netbook for the first time.  The keyboard, I’m fairly certain, was originally made for little people.  As a former pianist who has more than a full octave reach this learning curve may prove challenging.  In other words, I”m blaming my typos on the keyboard.

Dear JJill,

Over the past year plus, I’ve taken a special focus on trying to find “my style”.  I’m still working on it, but from what I can gather I lean towards clean, flowing lines.  You can imagine then my joy when I discovered you in all your clean flowing line goodness.  YOu can imagine my extreme happiness when I found that you carry talls. And now that I’ve hit 32, (God that sounds old to write) I feel that I’m at the beginning stages of being able to wear your sundries…or at least I”m not waiting any longer and will just resign myself to dressing over my age.  Ehh, why stop now right?

Ahem, I digress.

As you know by now, my sweet She She gifted to me a lovely gift card to your fine establishment for Christmas.  Finally those beautiful dark indigo trouser jeans would be mine, all mine!  But your sizing is….odd, and I found that according to you your straight size tall jeans would not fit, and therefore I would have to settle for women’s.  Odd I tell you, not that Christmas has caused me to eat like a heifer or anything.  But whatevs.  Because you are the amazing store that you are, even your regular length pants will work.  Be still my heart!  So I placed my order, and I waited.

And waited.

And Waited.

At long last they arrived!  And as I tried them on I discovered something so horrific, so tragic, so utterly unspeakable…..

There was elastic in the waist.

So maybe I’m not ready to be THAT old just yet.

Sincerely,

Me

PS-your pants were too big anyway, so neah!

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No, not THOSE kind, though I do feel drunk. Relax people, I’m not.

My neck went out again. Sometime last night/ this AM while sleeping. The usual pattern of stress and using my neck to push myself up. Anywho, it went out. So I took a muscle relaxer this AM. And WOW it hit me. Doesn’t usually, but bleh. I know I’ll never be a drug addict or what not simply because I am not the biggest fan of this feeling.

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Alright, before everyone starts in on a pseudo-intervention, let me explain. A week ago I went to San Jose with another co-worker on a Familiarization (or FAM) trip. The comment was made by my co-worker that there is no need to stress or overwork yourself b/c she’s just not THAT important.

All week that was my mantra, until finally sometime mid-week I looked at her and said judging from the unending phone calls, e-mails and fires I apparently AM that important. In short, it was probably one of THE, if not the, craziest, busiest and worst week yet at my job. Wed. afternoon I literally almost walked out.

The good news, I made it through this week and learned a lot. The better news? I know I don’t need this job. Things were discussed, and I will leave things vague for the moment, but for now I’m just making lemonade-ha!

Anyway, if I’m not around a lot for the next few weeks you will know that, for the moment-my Job is still sucking the life out of me

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So it’s NOT SARS, but let me start again.

I just went to donate blood, b/c I’m a good person like that. They ask you the normal questions and I answer honestly. I tell them about the cruise and ask if I went to the ruins in Cozumel. No, I tell them. We really weren’t in any place more than 8 hours either.

Then she says, “Ummm, where were you in Haiti?”

“On a private Island owned by Royal Caribbean International, called Labadee” I tell her, thinking, no biggie.

She gets quiet, reaches for her humongous infectious places binder and there on pg 3 is a memo stating that as of August 2007 Labadee is know to have outbreaks of Malaria. Not only does that mean I cannot donate for 1 year (understandably) but what really chaps me is that Royal Caribbean NEVER mentioned this. Not one word.

As you may recall I got sick when we came home. I joked that I had “the SARS” and the boy thought I was being silly. Good thing I didn’t know about this then

Stupid cruise line. I’m not even gettin’ PAID!

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