Based on experiences with prior visitors to my house and inspired by conversations of do’s/don’ts in various areas including house rules with a friend, I have developed my own regulations. All are a result of actual events that have occurred in the past. So without further ado, here are the Ten House Rules for the house I live in:
There are two groups of people: bibliophiles and those that read a book a year if they’re lucky. There are many levels of bookworms, from the collector to the packrat to the obsessive, and I’m not sure where I fall. I do, however, read every day. Sometimes I finish a book in one sitting, sometimes I just get a few pages in. I usually have several books going at a time–one for the home ‘library’, one for the car, and one for when I’m tired of TV. But I read. I read a lot.
Awhile ago I was asked to provide, in writing, why I was one of the ones that read instead of one of the ones that chose not to lose themselves in the written word. Here is my response (and I’ve not got the faintest idea where the last bit of it came from!):
So Thursday, I was home from work by 1pm. Went through a box of Kleenex. Friday, no job to go to, went to lunch with an old friend and dinner with a former coworker. We were supposed to be at dinner to talk about the big hooplah the prior weekend, but given the recent events had other things to discuss.
Saturday, I had to wait for the cable guy. While waiting, I called B to see if she could meet me in 30 minutes to go clean out my desk. Thirty minutes, fifty, same thing, right? We got to the office around 11. I was so thankful she came with me, as I knew that not only physically I would have a lot to clean up and distribute around as I work on a lot of stuff I didn’t want to just leave out, but it would be easier if she could help.
It took about 15 minutes to clean up my personal stuff, no brainer. But we were there for two hours Continue reading →
Struggling Henrico menswear chain also is revising its strategy
Saturday, Jul 26, 2008 – 12:08 AM
By JOHN REID BLACKWELL AND EMILY C. DOOLEY
TIMES-DISPATCH STAFF WRITERS
Menswear retailer S&K Famous Brands said yesterday that it has laid off 50 employees from its Henrico County corporate headquarters and hired a consulting firm to help the company remake its image and turn a profit.
The job cuts, which include some senior management positions, occurred this week, said Joseph A. Oliver III, president and chief executive officer.
Oliver declined to provide details on the positions that were cut. He said the company has about 90 employees remaining at its corporate office, and approximately 200 in the Richmond area including at its six stores. Continue reading →
I have struggled with this question all day, actually. See, things were going okay in my life. I had a job I was dang good at, I had a debt payment plan all worked out for my life, and then I had the joyous event of being laid off today. I think that the only good thing that came out of it was that I was one of the first to go, and that I didn’t witness the bloodbath that came afterwards. I know of at least six VPs or higher that went, and another two dozen minimum. And that’s just the beginning. By going early, I was told to not even finish my lunch (I was eating at my desk today because I had to leave early for the vet with the @#$%^! cat), don’t worry about packing up my desk, just come back on Saturday and pack it all in.
Yeah, so I’ve shed a lot of tears in the last ten hours. I was fine until someone asked me, “Are you okay?”. Well, no, stupid lady, I just got the boot, of course I’m not okay! I am unemployed! Eleven years with the company and my boss cannot even do me the courtesy of looking me in the eye, instead he is handed a script–in front of me, no less–and reads from it instead of talking to me directly. Putz.
Sorry, strong language, I know.
So I’ve just finished sending off my resume to four friends, have a list of people to call in the AM, and need a job. I’m okay for about a month, but after that it’s going to have to be back at the restaurants if I cannot find anything. And that, my dears, is the last thing I want. Continue reading →
I have a roof over my head and an air conditioner that works when it is 99+ outside
I have a next-door neighbor that lets me come dunk in her backyard above-ground pool when it is 99+ outside
I have a former coworker that has a chainsaw and didn’t mind coming over when a mutual friend asked him to give me a hand, especially when he was paid in beer
I haven’t seen said coworker in over four years and he still came over
The trees (well, branches the size of small trees) that came down while I was on vacation are now in small piles all by the trashcan thanks to the chainsaw of former coworker
Former coworker has quoted me on removing my dead tree, offered to till and redo my backyard in September, and said he might come over with a mower some day this week in addition to possibly removing the remainder of the debris that is in my front yard and slowly filling the trash canister
Big huge work conference seemed to go off without a hitch overall, and the parts that I was in charge of seemed to go very smoothly.
Made a friend laugh by spoofing something we had just read and coming up with the Ten House Rules for any guests in my home
Mom took me to lunch today and I had enough for dinner (only I forgot to bring it home so it is really going to be lunch)
Okay, here’s some more stuff that I just think is worth mentioning. To continue from yesterday:
How is it that I have never heard of thiswoman before? Irena Sendler saved 2500 children from the Warsaw Ghetto in 1942-1943. A teacher thought that the number was actually a typo, and four high school girls–Megan Stewart, Elizabeth Cambers, and Jessica Shelton, and Sabrina Coons–did their research to see if it was correct for a school project. Not only is the number accurate, it is probably grossly underreported. The four girls wrote a play about it called Life in a Jar, so named because Sendler was part of a group that smuggled children out of the concentration/work camps and gave them to others to raise under a pseudonym. In the hopes of reuniting the children with their families someday Sendler wrote their true name on a slip of paper, stuck it in a jar, and buried the jar in a neighbor’s garden. She was captured by the Germans and imprisoned for awhile herself until a guard accepted a bribe from her partners-in-arms and helped her get free. Continue reading →
So there have been some weird reports of things going on lately. I don’t understand how this kind of stuff gets more air time than the TWO WARS that we are currently participating in, but hey I don’t write the news I just convey the wacko stuff to the general public.
One note: I think I can oh so easily go overboard. So here’s my new self-imposed rule: No more than ten news items at a time. So here we go! Wacko news items and then a few interesting articles that I found recently as well.
You know anytime I see anything with the Muppets I have to pass it along. So here is the obligatory posting. Did you ever wonder where your favorite characters come from? This article reveals it all. Who knew that Animal was based on Keith Moon. Well, maybe. Then again, who cares. They’re just so much fun. Here‘s another video of Sam the Eagle trying to be patriotic with backup support. Watching Animal say na-na-na-na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na cracked me up.
Wal-Mart is taking over America. Well, all but the southeastern part of Oregon. Here is video proof. Continue reading →
(Re: Entry title: Name that Mother Goose nursery rhyme!)
So I’m home from a week of driving to various vacation related activities. After the chaos of work last week it was nice to get away for awhile. I had every intention of going to church before heading to the beach last Sunday, but after two days of fireworks and trying to clean my house I was just too dang tired. So I left for the beach, got there around three in the afternoon (just ahead of the thunderstorm) and plopped down and started to read. Four books, one bad sunburn, one quick 10-minute ocean dip, two serious bouts of carsickness, one visit with a friend and her husband, and four days later I came home. Yep, it was relaxing but at the same time it was almost very rushed.
Oh, and my mother is fired as my sunscreen application person. SPF 50 and two hours in the sun in the early morning, and I still turned my typical lobster red color. In lovely, random, Rorschach shaped patterns between my shoulder blades. Thank heavens I sleep on my stomach or I would have been miserable. Continue reading →
So, yeah, this week has been absolutely crazy. You know how it is with a short week at work, you never know what’s going to happen, and then I’m on vacation next week so it’s always insane.
Sunday was fine, I guess, I started off at church, was supposed to meet a friend for a movie who ditched so I got a bunch of errands done, dealt with HP support in India and the ever so unhelpful man named Steve who said his supervisor would be in on Tuesday to help me, and then did some work around the house. Blah day.
Monday was normal. That’s the end of that one.
Tuesday I worked until 1, then I had to stop by the store to make a return, go by B & NoMH’s house to feed the cat/fish because they are on vacation as well, stop by the library to pick up a book I had on hold, stop by the hospital because I had to get my weekly injections (yippee!), come by the house to let the dog out and scarf a PB&J and then brush my teeth before I made it to the dentist on the other side of town by 330. Then after finding out that I have ANOTHER cavity (I swear I had perfect teeth until I was 27, I don’t know what the hell is going on) I had a hair appointment further across town at 430. Hairdresser was running late but I still managed to get out of there and get to the used bookstore by 530 which is when they stop taking in books (I’m going on vacation, remember? Continue reading →