A big problem of mine is time managing. Especially on days of vacation with nobody around. I’ve been told that making a list of some accomplishments I’ve done is a good tool for self-motivation to start getting things done. Hence, a list of productive things I’ve done it 8 hours or less:

An A essay
homework
An entire day of school

And just a reminder to keep improving on my timliness, a list of things that have taken me MORE than 8 hours:
Baking pie
A Harry Potter “TV” project in the 5th Grade
My day today.

Never let a day like this happen to you again, self. Make everything you do have purpose and make it fun. If it’s not fun, you’re not doing it right.
And go get some exercise.

Today was excruciatingly slow for me today at work. Beth was off from school, so I was able to go in early. I wanted to get there an hour early and leave an hour late to make up for leaving early Monday and Tuesday. As hard as it was to get up early, it was even harder to stay there past my normal quitting time. I was about the only one in the building. I was the last one out of the garage.

Just before it was time for me to FINALLY leave, Va called me. She wanted me to stop at the grocery store to pick up a few things. Normally, this is not a problem. But today is Thanksgiving Eve. There is a high-falutin’ grocery store outside my office window and across the street, and I had noted that the parking lot was packed all day. People couldn’t even get into the lot and were backing back out onto Main Street. And yet… Va wanted me to go to a grocery store.

There’s a much more blue-collar grocery store across the other street, so I went there. But I knew better than to drive there. The parking lot was a madhouse, so I walked. It was pretty bad, but not as bad as I had expected. Maybe bracing myself helped a little.

Stoopid Joke Time: This morning when my former supervisor (who is Canadian) got in, I poked my head into his office and wished him a Happy Columbus Day. He got it. If you did too, congrats (it helps to be Canadian). If you want an explanation, press “more”.

When the US celebrates Columbus Day in October, the Canadians celebrate Thanksgiving.

I’m gonna cower in this corner ’til the Klaxons are through.
I’m going to keep on sleeping ’til I dream of you.

It simply died.  It was neither killed nor could it be saved, no murderer or savior, no weapon, no victim, no tragedy, no disturbance, no eerie silence after the fact.  It just ceased to be vital, ceased to be noticed, ceased to be.

Up on a ridge
there is a road
that called to me
(come see…come see)
on good sky days
the little road
seems to meet the sky…
It’s therapy i guess,
so they say anyway….
to walk and drink in
Natures gifts.
walking alone
i can  hear Autumn
chatting with summer
like she’s a friend..
all the while
making plans
to leave summer behind
and join old man winter..
she’ll  paint him pictures…
And  Autumns  pictures paint
a thousand thoughts..
when summer starts fading
rest assured
Autumn’s somewhere
she’s out there……..
She’s In- between days
where summer fades
and Nature whispers..
she writes Poetry
with white clouds..
on blue skies
for winter to find…
on gravel roads
that lead to the sky…
for poets to find
( lucky stones).
Autumn will try her best
to linger with Winter..
as long as she can..

…is just a slow day, with a slow download…

If I had a nickel for every dream in which I died or it was somehow revealed to me that I was dead in a sort of twist manner I wouldnt have to ask you to buy this beer.

Run along the train, lift your skinny legs, pump your skinny fists, get over your fears, realize your dreams.  (If it pulls away another one will come, you’ll be stronger then, you’ll be faster then, you’ll be ready then.)

So I think we all suffer from a personality flaw. Mine is that no matter what I can never see the beauty in myself. Just in everyone else around me. Kinda makes it hard to find someone when you feel that everything positive they say about you is bs. Even last night I had one friend tell me that I’m a good person and had a great personality, but for the life of me I just couldn’t believe it. I had another tell me that I’m sexy, but of course I don’t feel it so I felt it was more bs. So I’ve decided I’m still too unstable. No dating period until after January. Why then? I don’t know just seemed like a good time. Right now I’m all screwed up, that will probably drag over into October, November I might still be down or just missing the family, December I’m suppose to go visit my parents and January is a new year. I figure by then I’ll be over my about this time one year ago I had a major depression attack. Well we’ll see. Yesterday was another long and slow day. Yeah that’s pretty much all that happened. Well I did have another looney customer. Went on about how fluoride was used to make the atomic bomb and that drinking it in our water will turn us into atomic bombs are something like that. He didn’t really seem quite in his right mind. I also had the Duck Tales song stuck in my head. I clearly need to find music to listen to at work. Views were also down on my blog so….blogsurfer.us. The other day I also got another view from alphainventions.com which is still weird. Oh and we did get this flyer from a pizza company in town. I love their slogan.  Too bad you can be that blunt in real life. Anyway I think it’s squiby time. So sticking with my duck theme I thought I’d do the intro for Quack Pack. This show is suppose to be when the 3 nephews Huey, Dewey, and Louie are teenagers and they are living with their Uncle Donald again. Think it was an attempt for Disney to expand their audience. Don’t think it lasted longer then a season. Anyway enjoy. Today’s tip is that there is such a thing as being too nice. Never be afraid to speak up to protect yourself and your interests. My b-day is now 20 days away. Seems to be slowly creeping along. Well Ciao.

Now I’m not going to lie business was kinda slow yesterday, but we set up some new things for our customers. I had to get up early and get to work earlier because of a merchants meeting I had to go to. From there we stuffed bags to get ready for this giveaway that is happening on Saturday. It should be fun. So then I come back with my boss we open up and just do stuff around the shop. Did a decent job of sales yesterday. So then I get home and do a back workout and just for grins I watched Obama’s speech. All I can say is wow. Wilson is in so much trouble. I was tweeting when that was going on. I thought it was just someone in the Gallery, but no no it was Rep. Wilson. Boy did he get a lashing about that. That type of outburst just isn’t acceptable during a speech. It would be one thing if it was like a toddler arguing with his or her sibling. Anyway so that made fun T.V. Then shortly before going to bed I saw a news article about a California Assemblyman who is in oh so much hot water. He is (shockingly) a republican that is all about family values. Well apparently he had a hot mic and was talking to another assemblyman about his hot date with some female lobbyists. Yeah he isn’t doing so hot either. I showed that to my friend and she asked me why do all the scandals keep happening. The answer I gave her is that when you repress yourself like these guys are trying to tell all these young kids well…that happens. Goes to show you that repression only leads to an outburst and some unhappy feelings. I should know I repressed myself from real joy and relationships and I ended up in the hospital. Oh well squiby time. Today I decided to go with two videos again. I figured that since I mentioned Duck Tales yesterday that I’d make it today’s video. As you can clearly see Launchpad (the duck that is the sidekick on Darkwing Duck) makes his first appearance in Duck Tales. The second video is one from College Humor called Duck Tales gone Horrible or something like that. Well if you like college humor stuff then you’ll love the second video. Today’s tip is if at first you don’t succeed try again. If you fail that time then go home. My b-day is now exactly 3 weeks away that means 21 days until I’m 21.

The view from the top ain’t worth the hike.

There are going to be no second takes, thusly there will be no mistakes.

Nights he’d spend nervous at his keyboard, hoping, wanting, wondering:  what happens to him when he fails?  What happens then?  What happens in the inevitable then?

So I’m moving this weekend, and I really need a big chunk of money to do that…  and of course, because of this, nobody is interested in setting up a meeting.  I have a couple people lined up for early next week, RIGHT AFTER my move…  but that doesn’t help me very much now.  I really don’t want to lower my standards and hook up with a bunch of guys for $100 each or something, so I’m banking on something turning up tomorrow.  Saturday should be a good day for business, don’t you think?

Maybe i’m not being adventurous enough in the services I offer.

-B

I spent a week of getting up early
Watching the sun rise
Drinking my morning coffee
waiting for two little eyes..
to peep out the window
( looking to see)
If Grandma was outside
then he’d run out to me….
See, we started a venture
a week now ago…
When We found a tiny cucumber
and began watching it grow.
With us both in our bare feet
into the Garden we’d run
to see the cucumber
In the bright mornig sun..
he’d pull back the leaves
and each time he would smile
saying ”I think he”s a lot bigger
than yesterday now”..
We talked about someday
Soon there would be
a cucumber salad
Just for Him and me…
But we both knew His Mother
would be coming for him that day
And for a week maybe two he’d be
In a town far away.
I wanted to eat it
Let him pick it right then..
but like a big boy he said
” he’s so tiny and thin”
“I think we should let him
Grow up a bit more”
I’ll be back next week and
we”ll eat him for sure”
Then he looked up at me
with his voice like a big man
Said ” Will you check him each morning
Grandma, like I am?”
Today he is gone,
And i feel so alone
checking this morning
to see if it’s grown..
I know I’ll never pick it
I’ll leave it for when
He comes back to visit
I’ll leave the picking for him.
Amen..

Im a sucker for a suited pair.  Short hair.  And messenger bags.  And that’s the way it went.

It was early September
a warm sunny day..
my five year old grandson
was busy at play..
when the back door burst open
and he came running in..
Saying “Grandma, oh, Grandma
the butterflies back again…”
Armed with my camera
and him with one too..
we both went chasing
butterlies ( there was 2)..
we laughed as we ran
all over the place…
Sticking our cameras
in their butterfly face…
with a smile on his lips
he sat  on the ground..
 said ” Grandma I love
watching them dance around”…
I sat there a long time
as he danced with them too…
then he reached up &  caught it
said “he’s my gift to you”…
with his tiny hand reaching
to hand it to me..
i told him i’d  rather
he set my present free.
He opened his fingers
& it seemed like a race….
as  he and that butterfly
danced all over the place..

all poems and pictures are by Connetta Jean….

What exactly was Mr. Kite suffering from anyway?  Did the benefit help?  How much money did it raise?  Awareness?

Well, todays sunday, so no Mail. Slow day for cards. But today is a Mike Pelfrey start so Im gonna check that out and also, dont forget to check back this week for a Met Game Autograph Report for Mondays game vs the Giants!

Thanks for reading!

High on a hill sits a old rugged barn
(All that’s left of  A  old family farm)
with no heart to sell or tear it’s walls down
the family all voted to keep it around
No tractor is plowing,no cows in the fields
land sitting idle, where crops brought in yields
I go there to sit, on the hill cross the way
to look at the old barn that still stands today.
I picture the children, at play on the farm
Helping their father put hay in that barn..
i picture a woman with  canning jars full
harvesting  her garden,warming her soul.
I picture the house, that fell to the ground
and wonder what happened how it fell down
with  memories tucked in her walls and floors
with all the times going in and out her doors
I’m sure it was sad when it fell to the ground
she took a lot with her when she went down
now A Barn sad and lonesome sits on that hill
holding on to  the Memories now silent and still..
of laughter and work,and all of the charm
that make up the memories of life on a farm..
   

Lord bless my garden with all that it needs
Hep me to nurture, then small tiny seeds..
I ask not for fortune, or fame Lord I need
Courage to keep  faith,  in growing a  seed..
To live on a back road, with Nature around
making a living, from seeds  in the ground.
And Lord, I am thankful, for Sunshine and rain
for  time watching Birds and all the wild game.
I’m truly thankful, For quiet country time
Being a Farmer, suits me  just  fine….
to sit in the quiet of seeds while they grow
with warm country blessings  that  reap what we sow.
I hope  i will  always, call farming my friend
Blessed in the Spirit, of Country  …Amen

 Thank you Lord.

Down a old gravel road
On a hill I go home
To visit the reasons
I don’t feel alone..
Where good people  love  me
‘Cause  I’m one of their own..
A place out in the country
That i call Home sweet home..
Where chickens are laying
And Horses run free..
Where Grandma is baking
A pie just for me..
Where  all the Men gather
By the barn talking cars…
And women talk about babies
 and  empty out canning jars..
Where children feel safe
Even when they are grown.
And love is the reason
It still feels like  Home…