No more diet Coke before bed
No more diet Coke before bed
I've been having strange dreams again. Last night was one of the weirdest I've had in a long time. I dreamed that my next door neighbor bought one of those vintage, one-story motels, the type that was popular in the '50s and 60s. We live on Route 66 in Arizona, so there is an abundance of those types of motels still around - some still in operation as motels, others used as apartments, and still others that are defunct.
I'm not sure which of the above categories the old motel was in when my neighbor bought it. He turned it into a swap meet/flea market. That wasn't the weird part though. The weird part was that my neighbor and his wife, their two dogs, my husband and myself , our two cats and one dog, and my father-in-law all lived at this motel....in the same room. Yep, 5 adults and 5 animals, in one 50s era motel room. Talk about cozy. In addition to the motel room, my husband and I bought a small 3-room travel trailer - kitchen, dining area and bedroom....the only thing was, you couldn't go from room to room on the inside - if you wanted to go from the kitchen to the dining area, you had to go outside and into the next door. And, there was no bathroom. Guess we must have used the miniscule bathroom in the communal motel room.
I told my husband about this dream, and he agreed that the living arrangements were weird. He did say, though, that the rest of it (swap meet) sounded like something our neighbor would do. Maybe I had some sort of weird premonition.
I'm not sure if it was the diet Coke I had before bed, or my hot flashes, or what. All I know is I'd rather not have any more dreams like this.
Spring has sprung, and time is flying
Spring has sprung, and time is flying
Where has this year gone? It's hard to believe that April is almost over. Easter is here on Sunday, and May is right around the corner.
Lots of milestones coming up....
May 1 would have been my mom's 86th birthday. She passed away almost 4 years ago (hard to believe it's been 4 years), and not a day goes by that I don't think of her.
The end of the semester is rapidly approaching, and it's evident in the attitudes of our student workers. I work at a community college library, and we have work study students as library assistants. One is graduating this year, and the rest are nearing the end of their classes for the semester. They all have the "I don't want to be here" attitude. I'm sure that when I was in school and doing my internship before graduation, I had the same attitude. I'd like to think I didn't, but I probably did.
The library will be open this summer, 4 days a week, with no student workers. We'll be open 10 hours a day, operating with one full time-staff member and two part-time staff. Should be interesting, especially on the days when we have staff meetings and have to travel to other campuses.
Another big milestone this summer is my 50th birthday. I am really dreading it for some reason. I shouldn't, because my life is going so well and I'm happier than I've been in a long time. Maybe by the time it gets here, I'll be looking at it differently.
Hopefully it will be a busy summer and we are able to do some things that we weren't able to do last year. I'm looking forward to a few camping trips, and maybe a few visits to family if we can, financially especially.
Do you have any big plans for summer?
The Leprechaun
The Leprechaun
I wrote this last year for St. Patrick's Day and just thought I'd share. Enjoy!
One day as I was walking
To get some fresh, clean air
I saw a sight so different
All I could do was stare
A rainbow was before me
And too a pot of gold
It shimmered and it glittered
Just like I’d been told
Then I saw a tiny leprechaun
Which in itself is rare
He would have run for cover
If he had seen me there
I couldn’t help but smile
As I gazed upon the sight
And then I noticed something
Just didn’t seem quite right
The little Irish elf
Danced along without a care
But as he spun himself around
I saw the leprechaun was bare!
When finally he noticed me
As I tried not to giggle
He tipped his hat, said “good day”
And gave his shilleglagh a wiggle
I’ve told this tale to others
But no one will believe
I saw a naked leprechaun
On St. Patrick’s Eve
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Poof, It's Gone
Poof, It's Gone
I'm sitting here relaxing, listening to my husband playing Bob & Tom videos on YouTube. I decided to come over here to pnn.com and post something on my page. I had an idea to post about and everything, but once I got here, poof - it went away. I hate when that happens -- and it's happening with more frequency lately. Gettin' old...........*sigh*.
Since I can't remember what I planned to write about, I'll talk about something else. I was reading the paper this morning at work before we opened, and I just had to laugh. There was an article about a guy who was running from the police, I don't remember why they were looking for him, but I believe it was for outstanding warrants. Anyway, the guy's father finally contacted the police and told them his son was hiding at his house. So, the cops go there and find the guy hiding behind the entertainment center ---- stuck in a hole in the wall. The firefighters had to be called to get the guy out...and of course he was arrested.
That story wasn't as amusing as one a couple months ago though. Cops spent something like 11 hours surrounding a home in a standoff, only to discover that the house was empty...and had been the entire time.
Between the horrible grammar and misspelled words, and the articles about dumb criminals and not-so-bright cops, our local paper provides at least a daily chuckle.
Love poem
Love poem
Originally written in 2006:
My love for you is a gift I give with all my heart
It isn't something you can buy
My love for you isn't because of property or possessions
I love you because you are beautiful, intelligent
Patient and caring, loving and trustworthy
And the best friend I could ever hope to have.
Puppy Love
Puppy Love
I bought Whitley, my puppy, a little rubber squeaky angry face ball at Petco several months ago. I think I paid a couple of bucks for it. He played with it for awhile before he lost it under the couch. It stayed under there, forgotten, until this past weekend when I rearranged the furniture in the front room. When I moved the couch, I unearthed the squeaky angry face ball along with a myriad of tennis balls, golf balls and plastic bottle caps. Since I uncovered the toy, he has played with it almost non-stop, except when he "loses" it under the couch. The first couple of times, I fished it out for him, so now it's a game. He shoves it under the couch and then whines until I fish it out for him again. He's done that one too many times tonight, and he's driving me just a bit crazy. The toy is now under the couch again, and I think it's going to stay there for a while.
Route 66
Route 66
Verby left me this comment on one of my earlier posts, so I thought I'd answer it here.
"So where does route 66 start and end? I wonder how many of the writers here are close to route 66?"
Route 66 starts in Chicago and ends in Los Angeles, covering 2448 miles. The stretch I live on in Arizona is the longest continuous stretch of Route 66 that exists today. It runs approx. 145 miles from Ash Fork AZ, west of Flagstaff, to Topock AZ at the Arizona/California state line.
I'd be interested to know as well how many other writers are here who live on or near any portion of Route 66.
LHK
LHK
I'm going to start posting some of my poetry here. I write it off and on, although I haven't written any for a while. This first one I am posting I wrote in 2006 for my then-boyfriend, now husband.
LHK
Three simple letters
Each one alone doesn’t mean much
All three together mean more than you know
A simple prayer
Said each time I say goodbye
To the one whom I can’t live without
Love to guide you and give you strength
Hugs to surround you and keep you safe
Kisses to show you how much I adore you
LHK
It's Been A Long Time
It's Been A Long Time
Wow. I knew it had been a long time since I'd last written here, but I didn't realize it had been two years.
I've been getting the emails recently talking about the changes going on here, so I decided I'd give this another shot. I have other blogs at both Blogger and WordPress. I haven't posted regularly on them lately, so we'll see how this endeavor plays out.
More later.
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It's Been Awhile
It's Been Awhile
Wow. I didn't realize how long it'd been since I'd posted here. Nothing much has changed in these last few months unfortunately. I'm still looking for a job ~ I want to write so badly, but I just can't get my foot in the door. I'm having to write for some content sites, which I hate, because I don't feel that it's very productive. But, it's bringing in a little bit of money, so right now I'll take it.
I love blogging. But that's not getting me very far either at the moment.
The other thing I love to do is make jewelry. I'm trying to sell it, but so far no takers on it either.
Maybe I need to rethink my life. I can't go back to the career field I was in unless I move, and I really don't want to do that. I've applied for many, many, many jobs here, but I've been told that I'm overqualified and too smart by potential employers, and that I wouldn't be happy. How do they know? If I didn't think I'd like the job, I wouldn't have applied in the first place.
I hate being pigeonholed, which is what has happened. I even went to a temp agency to try and find something, anything. They took one look at my resume, which shows 24 years in one field, and they told me they couldn't help me because they didn't have anything like that here. They didn't even look at my skills, only my previous job title and employer.
I've applied to countless freelance/WAH jobs as well with no luck. I looked at my 'sent' email folder in my writing account yesterday. It's unbelievable the number of jobs I've applied for and not heard anything back.
The frustration is really getting to me. I have good days and bad days; unfortunately I'm having more bad days lately. I just don't understand why I'm having so much trouble. And please, don't tell me it's the economy. I understand that is a factor. But, when total morons get jobs that I've applied for and I know I can do better, I just don't understand.
Here's two examples:
1) I applied for a part-time position at the local library. My minor in college was library science, and although I'd not worked at a library since college, I was still pretty qualified for what they wanted. I got an interview, which I thought went pretty well, but it was evident to me, and probably the interviewer, that I could run rings around the current staff. I didn't get the job. I seethe every time I go into the library now because I've seen who did get the job. And everytime I go in there, there's 4 or 5 library workers gossiping at the circulation desk, no one helping patrons who are standing there waiting; and no one there knows their alphabet or the Dewey Decimal System as there are misfiled books all over the place.
2) I applied for an online job as a proofreader. In my past career, although it wasn't the primary function of my job, proofreading and copyediting were a big part of it, and I'd spent 24 years doing it, so, again, I was pretty qualified for what they wanted. I met all the requirements that they had listed for the job. I got an email from them stating that I wasn't even being considered. There was no explanation as to why, and they didn't respond to an email when asked. A couple of days later, a person posts on a forum that I frequent, that they had been offered this job, even though they hadn't applied for it, and they weren't really interested, but accepted it anyway.
Now, I don't begrudge people jobs, but it irks me when jobs go to people who either clearly can't do the job or didn't even apply for the job.
This has turned into more of a rant than I expected when I started. Sorry about that.
Beth V
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