Tuesday, November 25, 2008

My Feet Are Cold

It is cold. Very cold. They have been calling for snow all day. But I think its so cold down here that the snowflakes don't even want to venture down to say hello. I'm drinking coffee. I hate coffee. (and just to let you in on a little secret.... its kinda got me wired. I'm immune to tea, but apparently not coffee.) Anywho. Just thought I would share this very cold looking picture I took this morning while writing an estimate. Wherever you are, I hope you are warm.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Why I Ditched MySpace

(If I had a photo of a crude looking, sexed out slut I would post it here. )

Yes, I had a MySpace account. And it was a blast......for a while. This was about three years ago, by the way. I used MySpace as a sounding board. I could write to my hearts content and there was always someone out there ready to offer an ear or a word. I made some friends. Kept one of them. Said "I'm out" to the rest of them.
I enjoyed the constant activity. The creativity. The community. I loved the feeling that I had made friends with people that I had never actually met.
But MySpace has one major flaw. Its like one very large, never-ending, highly aggressive....... high school. People, I graduated high school a long time ago. I am done with the drama. I am finished with the crap. I do not need the hassle of having idiots that know nothing about me going around and trying to smear my reputation. Why is it that someone will always come along and mess up a good thing? Do they really just get a kick out of it? And HellLLLOOOOO if I had to look at one more picture of some girls knockers hanging out the top of a tank top I just might have to kick myself in the eye. (not sure how, but I would have come up with a way). Does everyone on MySpace feel the great urge to post a photo of their unclothed T&A?

I realize that this is unfair to those out there who are not using MySpace as a personal porn show. I know there are a few of you. And to the folks who own the joint, sorry for the slashing. I know you intended the best for the site. But you have earned a reputation in my book as being the most likely to spawn a porn star (or millions). And you have earned it.

To the rest of you....... do you know where I'm coming from? Am I wrong? Better yet, only tell me if you think I'm right. And, no, I don't want to see a photo of you drunk.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

They Say It Smells Like Paint In Here.

I should really be doing something else, but I'm not. I'm skipping in between ordering parts and doing estimates and reading blogs and figuring bills and checking Etsy. Oh. And playing with the camera. In case you're wondering, I work in a body shop. Collision repair facility, if you want to be all proper about it. Wednesdays are usually pretty slow around here. Apparently, everyone decided to come get estimates yesterday while it was snowing. I guess they knew how much I love writing estimates when it is so cold that my fingers feel like they are going to break.

Enough whining. I was just thinking of something and thought I would share it before I forgot it. When I first started working here (almost 6 years ago) I made fun of the guys that work here because they couldn't remember anything. I mean, ANYTHING. And now, six years down the road, I am in the same boat. I can't remember who has called, what parts I've ordered, who has paid and who we owe. I have to write everything down. EVERYTHING. But at least we think we know what is causing this crazy loss of memory. Fumes.

At least once a week someone will walk into this office (well, we call it an office anyway) and proclaim "How do you stand that smell!?!". To which we all reply "What smell?". We have all been smelling the paint/primer/body filler/chemical fumes for so long that we can no longer actually smell them. And it is popular belief that this is the exact reason that we can also no longer remember what we had for lunch yesterday.

So, when I get lag on posting on my blog, please forgive me. Sometimes I forget I have one.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Here's the Plan

Ok. So, yes, I know this is a boring blog and I don't have any pretty pictures. I don't post often enough. Truth is, there is probably not a soul even reading this. But things are about to change (maybe). I almost aaaalllllmossst have my Etsy store ready to open. I am hoping to do my product photos this weekend and start getting things posted next week. Everything else is pretty much set up. I'll post a link when I finally get to open the doors.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

how sweet it is

Today is my birthday. And what a beautiful day it is to be adding a year to my age. The sky is a brilliant blue and the sun is shining. Most of the leaves have fallen from the trees, but its still a gorgeous day. I'm looking forward to having dinner with my family. Mom always cooks whatever we want for our birthdays. So tonight I will be having spinach stuffed chicken, carrots, mashed potatoes and chocolate bread pudding for dessert.

The card above is from my great friend M. If you can't read it clearly, it says "A constant friend is a thing rare and hard to find". I have found over the years that this is very true. But thankfully there are a few out there. I am blessed to have a few myself. I am also blessed to have a wonderful husband who spent way more money than he should have on a really special birthday present for me. The future may be uncertain and the economy may be faltering, but I thank my Lord for His wonderful blessings and all the love that I receive each day.

My cup of love runneth over right now. So I'm sending it out to all of you (or any of you who may actually run across this). I hope your heart is warmed with love this day.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Here We Go

Maybe at some point I will have my act together. I'm trying to get an Etsy store up and running. I have hit a road-block with that endeavor. So, now, here I am attempting to start a blog. Being that I am quite computer illiterate, this could take a while to get things headed in the direction that I would like for them to be. If you trip across this page somehow, I hope that you will stop back by at some point to see if I have made any progress. I have high hopes for an entertaining and fabulously random collection of musings. Maybe I will get my Etsy store open. Maybe I will learn a thing or two about how this mess works. We'll just have to see.