Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Must Document before I forge.....

I'm slowly forgetting my dream so I must write it down before I totally forget.

I had a dream (obviously) that Amy got a job and it was on the moon. So we went, and some how our entire HOUSE was transported up there with us, we didn't need any special apparatus or anything, just had to be there. It was dark, very dark. I took Murphy outside to potty and she couldn't go into the street because it wasn't really a street.
Then I got a panicked feeling that during our tenure on the moon we would run out of light bulbs and it was a most horrible feeling. So we went on a ride (in the Daewoo we haven't had in years) and found a mall like structure so we went to it, but it was office buildings, well I refused to let that be the end so I kept walking around it until I found an Emporium. (an emporium of all things) and it had light bulbs, so I decided that it was time for us to eat since we found out at least WHERE we could buy light bulbs. So we sit down in this cafeteria like place with long tables and sat across / amiss a family also working the same job was and we talked for a few minutes about life on the moon and the guy told me there was INTERNT on the moon. I was so excited that i could email my family.
Time moves slower on the mooon than Earth so when my alarm was going off ths morning i kept say, no it's not 20 more minutes, it's really like 45 minutes. I woke up late. b

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

I have always tried to be polite in my years. I've held doors for strangers, let pregnant women and elderly (or anyone that looks like they have more to do than me) cut me in a grocery line. I've said my pleases and my thank you's and done my best to give a wave to the people that let me in while merging or yielding. I've let people copy my homework, look at my test answers, steal words from my essays. I've all but bent over backwards for friends that are homeless, boyfriends whose cars have died, and housed kitty cats that are going to be put down.
I listen to my friends when they cry, laugh when they laugh, and rage when they hurt. I am friend like no other and to have me on your side makes you have a leg up. I am an auntie that adores her squishees, a daughter that is always the best, and a grand-daughter that always listens to the same stories 5 times because it's her gram's inclination to tell her those stories.
I have a very strong work ethic, if you say you are going to do something, you do it. If you are hired for a job, you complete it. You show UP everyday and on time and you come prepared to do your job. You don't talk back to your boss, you do as they say and you keep your mouth shut until after hours, and if that means that sometimes I take my job home with me, then I have to.
On the flip side I have an attitude. I don't take kindly to people who hurt others, who hurt animals or children. I glare at parents that let their children run amuck, or won't answer them when they are obviously trying to get their attention, who scream at the top of their lungs and do nothing to satiate them. I have little, to no, patience for people that drive poorly, use improper English, and use the word "like" ad nauseum. I have no tolerance for people that don't value life and are quick to gun down someone that doesn't agree with them (gang bangers, white power, etc)
I also like things the way I like them. If I ask you for a cheeseburger plain and it is your job to give me a cheeseburger plain, I expect my cheeseburger plain, and please, do not be offended when I get pissed off that my cheeseburger has pickles and ketchup and mustard on it and I had to drive all the way BACK to your establishment to get what I wanted in the first place. That is your job, do it correctly. Especially do not mark your product "Double Checked for Accuracy" if it is still coming to me wrong. I like certain flavors together, they are harmonious to my pallet and to have it any other way is just not worth my money. So when I ask if you if there is crab in a ragoon and you say NO and one comes with crab in it, I will not take kindly to you, especially because the taste and smell of crab makes me want to vomit.
I get frustrated when trying to ask a question, and because you don't speak the same language I do, you misunderstand me and answer something I didn't ask. Please don't think I'm mad that you are speaking another language, I am not. I'm frustrated at the situation. Because of that I ask the g/f to ask for me, she has more patience than I do and handles issues like that better than I do. I do this because it's easier on me, and easier on the person I'm trying to communicate with.
With all this said I believe that I'm a just person, a morally competent person, and someone that is more than able to raise a child with a proper belief structure and moral code. I believe that I can teach a child the value of life, the value of friendship and family, the value of a dollar, and the value of a job well done. And while I do have my quirks and my impatience is widely known, I do have a partner that will help me out. Anyone that truly knows me, my personality, my wit, my talents, my family values, my...CHARM...my anything will rightly agree that me as a parent is right as rain. (I don't know what that means.) They will tell you it would be ashame if I never had a child to pass along my knowledge to, my name, and my being.
I agree.