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Month End

Most of the time when I think of Moth End I visualize the multiple reports that I have to compile for my company, both at the local level and for the division.  Needless to say the first day of the next month is always the hardest, well, that is a bit strong, it is the fastest paced day due to the work that I do.  I rather enjoy it.  I mean, who doesn't like trudging through a month's worth of data and organizing it in a way that others can see the outcome of the month and compare it against sister plants.  Yep, that is me, database junkie.  There is just something about data mining and sifting through "dirty" data that makes me happy.  Oh and then there are those moments of sheer genius when I get to put my developer's muse hat on and figure out a way to make the systems better, much like yesterday, when I get goose bumps head to toe because I'm so excited to make what we have better.  Yep, I'm a bonafide GEEK; but, shhh...don't tell anyone!  After al

My Hobbies: aka those things I want to do, but never get to

Ok, so I have only a couple of hobbies: 1) reading 2) scrapbooking 3) canning 4) card making Yep those are the things that I have spent a fortune on and well, I never seem to stick consistently with.  Ok, the reading part I do do a lot of.  The scrapbooking, goes in spurts.  The canning, well it can only go in spurts as the seasons dictate.  And finally card making, which was a huge passion of mine years ago (before kids) and I lost track of it when scrapbooking took over and now, I dabble.  I wonder what I would accomplish if I spent a week (at least 40 hours) just scrapbooking.  Yeah, I couldn't do it.  Now there was a time that I could, but you see, I get rather bored doing the same thing over and over and over again; which is why I think that I have to make a list for work each day.  These are all things that need to get done and when I get going on something that I find I'm bored with I start something else.  In the end, I do get it all done, but I like variety.

Yesterday

So yesterday was my birthday.  Was it memorable, um, no.  Was it horrible, um, no.  In all, it too was just another day, but that is, after all, what I thought it would be.  I worked in Auburn Hills at the World Headquarters from the 22nd to the 24th.  The IT Engineering group took me out for a birthday lunch which I found to be a very kind gesture.  The drive home was not fun, I took a different route home than what I did to get to the Office, it did seem easier, but ugh...the traffic and stress of it all wasn't all that worth it.  In all, would I make the trip again to work up north?  Most resoundingly, yes! I got a lot of birthday wishes on Facebook.  I thought that was nice; thank you FB team for posting that for all people to see.  I think the birthday wish that surprised me the most was the one from my father, Sam.  It actually caused me to tear up.  Not because he actually did say it, or took the opportunity to reach out, but because I doubt he would have known the date if

Counting Down

There are 4 days until my birthday.  I don't know why I am even sharing this.  I usually don't get all hyped up about it.  I can't even remember when it meant anything.  Perhaps it is because more than anything I want to be surprised, in a good way, but know that it won't happen and ultimately just want to get it over with.  I've already shared what I would like (Read the Time Flies post from a couple of days ago), but while I am in this funk of a mood and feeling overwhelmingly morose, I think I will just type things out. (Which I am doing more for therapy than to really impart any profoundly substantial information - but hey, this is my blog so I can do what I want!)  While listening to Pandora today at work (one of my secret joys - who says you can't crunch data and jam at the same time?!) Alanis Morisette's All I Really Want came on.  (Little Mandy tidbit #1 - I love the album Jagged Little Pill.)  I found myself remembering a lot of things, but mostl

Summer Camp

Ok, so I never actually went to Summer Camp, but I have camped during the summer.  A stretch for parallelism I know, but I am just so excited.  Not only have I reserved our camp site for this summer's vacation, but we got the exact same spot we had last year.  This is very exciting to me/us because the kids LOVED this spot.  They had so much fun.  The only bad memory, for me at least, was getting horribly burnt while at the beach on our 2nd day there. I have some new activities planned for the girls.  I thought we could make Nature Journals.  These can be used to chronicle things they see, drawings of what they see, stuff about the weather, how they feel or what they did.  Squeee...I'm almost more giddy over this than they are.  I can't wait to create new memories and capture as many of them as I can, not only in my mind, but also on film. I just hope that I don't forget to charge my camera battery like I did last year.  Since we get the non-electrical hook-up it woul

Time Flies...

...whether you are having fun or not.  I vaguely remember falling asleep sometime in January and here it is half way through June.  Yes, this is a slight exaggeration, but in all seriousness, where does it go?  There are days when I have nothing to show for the day; no tangible results outside of the fact I can cross a day off the calendar.  Does life hold more than this constant ticking off of days?  Oh, of that I am sure.  After all, there are memories (I discussed this very thing yesterday).  However, the point I am making is this: What is there when there are no results?  When there are no added memories to the storage banks in your brain?  When there isn't anything but the ticking of a clock and the anxiousness for something, anything, to come your way?   I mean, there are times when I hope and wish and pray for a day to arrive so that I can experience the "thing" it has to offer, then there are days when I want to savor the "nothingness" that it has to o

Remembering When

So today as I woke up and looked at my cell phone I was reminded of the date.  June 14th.  For some of you it is just another day, for other's you actually think of it and know it as flag day, for me and those in my family that remembered, today is the 12th anniversary of my grandpa's death.  I know, you may be thinking it is pathetic to remember, but to me, not so much.  Here is why; I'm not remembering his death, I'm remembering his life, more importantly, that life that I love and those memories we made. It may come as a shock, and much to my family's disagreement, I was not "grandpa's girl."  No, that was my cousin Jessica.  Me, I was more of a grandma's girl, but I still loved my grandpa more than any other adult man in my life.  Why?  He was my only constant.  He never got mad; well, at us kids, he would get mad at grandma and grandma would have to "talk" to us.  Honestly, she was never scary either.  (I think that is why they are