I have not blogged in ten days? Actually, I am only blogging now because I am bored out of my skull and have the dog tied to my ankle, literally. Friends of friends have written an independent film in which I am playing a small part and then we offered our home for them to film two outside scenes. They have been here since 9:00 am and it is now 5:32 and they are on the last scene which is being filmed on the front porch. As the dog is rather curious I cannot have him running the house and working his way into the film by breathing on the front door so here we are in the computer room blogging with his leash around my ankle.
This weekend was uneventful really. Yesterday we ran some errands that consisted of The Brit's Father's Day gift and running my mom around to a few places so I could get off her shit list as she has not seen me too much lately. Working full time will do that and then this past week was VBS at the church and I was playing a small part each night so it was a run,run, run kinda week, as in get off work, have 45 free (LMAO...free if you call vacuuming, sorting out dinner and changing clothes free time) minutes before hauling ass to church till 8:45. But I will say that it was the most fun I have ever had at a VBS. Those of you who have been following me for some time know how much I hated it at the old church because I had to co-run it, I already worked there so that meant more of my day VBS week was spent at the church then at home, and then more often than not, we would have 6 kids show up. This past week, I did not run anything, we had several dozen kids, it was extremely well run and the kids had a fab time. I will gladly help again next year even though it makes for a hectic week.
I think part of the reason I have not been blogging so much is that life is just so busy but it is mostly mundane. Nothing extraordinary is happening despite the fact that I am crazy busy. Yesterday during our errand running, I bargain shopped very well. Got a yard sale kitty tower for $20 and a wooden filing cabinet for $15. Cannot beat that. In the last few days I have broken my own mold and elected to buy some dresses to wear to work during the hot summer months. Those of you who know me well know I am not a dress up girl, but pants get hot during the summer. I have purchased four dresses for about $25. Again, cannot beat it. I love me some second hand bargain shopping. Just because it belonged to someone else does not mean it is not in perfect condition and completely washable. It is my contribution to being green.
I think I am ready to have an extraordinary day. Will someone please get on that?
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Don't Ya'll Faint Now
Yeah, two in two days! Who would have thought? Jimnotmike threw down the gauntlet after all so I guess I need to try to get back on the ball at least a wee bit. No promises but I am trying.
Today has been one of those days I have been in awe of. Nothing extraordinary happened, but it was just a good day. Work was busy as we have a huge event Saturday night (I do not have to be there but am very involved in the prep work), so my day was spent on laminating and creating signs, working on silent auction items, helping B, my work husband who is head of Events, and running errands. B and I went off to lunch together and there has been lots of camaraderie in my little department which is a welcome change from all the kitten sadness that will eat me alive if I allow it to. It's just nice. My boss thanks me on a daily basis for my work, T, the head Admin, jokes and carries on with me all day which is great fun, B and I get along famously and my least favorite staff person just gave her notice.
Tonight, The Brit and I went out to dinner with another couple we are friends with, Emily and Dave, and my church gals, who I adore. We had some wine, chatted and laughed for two hours and I just again marveled at the way God works. In an odd way, I thank Him for the horrible things that happened at the old church because they caused me to finally leave a place I was not being fulfilled. Though it was one of the most difficult things I've ever had to do, when I think of how it all turned out, I am just amazed. When I think that I could still be at that old church, fighting to keep it together and not getting anything back spiritually, I almost shudder. I cannot imagine still being somewhere that is close to dead now that I am a part of something that is on fire. Sometimes our blessings come in unexpected and unwanted at the time packages.
This weekend we are heading out for the day Saturday, potentially to a dog peach near Annapolis. I still adore my pup and I want him to have some doggie fun on the weekends. He loves other dogs so I try to find him some playmates over the weekends. Next week starts VBS so I will be busy every night. Yes, I hated VBS at the old church but I do not have to run this one and I am only playing a part in the drama each night. Bring it!
Today has been one of those days I have been in awe of. Nothing extraordinary happened, but it was just a good day. Work was busy as we have a huge event Saturday night (I do not have to be there but am very involved in the prep work), so my day was spent on laminating and creating signs, working on silent auction items, helping B, my work husband who is head of Events, and running errands. B and I went off to lunch together and there has been lots of camaraderie in my little department which is a welcome change from all the kitten sadness that will eat me alive if I allow it to. It's just nice. My boss thanks me on a daily basis for my work, T, the head Admin, jokes and carries on with me all day which is great fun, B and I get along famously and my least favorite staff person just gave her notice.
Tonight, The Brit and I went out to dinner with another couple we are friends with, Emily and Dave, and my church gals, who I adore. We had some wine, chatted and laughed for two hours and I just again marveled at the way God works. In an odd way, I thank Him for the horrible things that happened at the old church because they caused me to finally leave a place I was not being fulfilled. Though it was one of the most difficult things I've ever had to do, when I think of how it all turned out, I am just amazed. When I think that I could still be at that old church, fighting to keep it together and not getting anything back spiritually, I almost shudder. I cannot imagine still being somewhere that is close to dead now that I am a part of something that is on fire. Sometimes our blessings come in unexpected and unwanted at the time packages.
This weekend we are heading out for the day Saturday, potentially to a dog peach near Annapolis. I still adore my pup and I want him to have some doggie fun on the weekends. He loves other dogs so I try to find him some playmates over the weekends. Next week starts VBS so I will be busy every night. Yes, I hated VBS at the old church but I do not have to run this one and I am only playing a part in the drama each night. Bring it!
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
My Non-Existent Blog
Yeah yeah yeah. I know. I suck. If someone could create another eight hours in a day for me or better yet, a pill that enabled me to only need one hour's sleep a night, I'd get a lot more done.
Work has been rough lately. Really rough. It is not uncommon to walk around a corner to see another employee in tears or to hear two employees who are really good friends, exchanging angry words. Fuses are short and emotions are running high. We are all there because of our love for animals and we are in the heat of kitten season and it sucks.
Kitten season means that cats are out there producing at alarming rates because people are irresponsible and don't have their cats spayed or neutered and then they let them outside. Those with male cats probably figure that their tomcat is not going to bring home any kittens and that would be correct but someone is finding them and bringing them to our door. Little balls of sweet fluff who are unwanted in the world and who were brought into the world due to human irresponsibility. It sickens me.
The shelter is completely FULL right now which essentially means that anything that comes in right now is given a death sentence. 71 animals were put down in one day this week, simply because we are out of room and I would bet that the majority of that number were feline. Each afternoon on break, I go back to the feline holding room, find a little kitten that fits in the palm of my hand and take it back to my desk to love on for 15 minutes and when I take it back to the cage I have no idea if I will see it tomorrow. This is the reality of shelters during kitten season.
Is this post doom and gloom? Yeah, probably, but it is a hard time for us right now.
Yet there are happy moments too. Yesterday, The Genius was out walking the dog before I left for work and he called me from his cell phone, announcing he had found a "puppy" and no one was around. I drove a few blocks over to meet him and the "puppy" was actually an elderly chihuahua. I put the little girl in the back of my car where she sat politely for the ride into work. Checking her out once we arrived, we found her nails had been recently trimmed and she smelled as if she had been recently bathed, but she was off the streets and not in any danger of being hit by a car or worse.
By that afternoon a crying elderly lady was at the shelter, so grateful that her beloved companion had been found and rescued. The dog, who was actually 16 years old with a heart condition, had apparently slipped out when her husband had left for work, but now she was back safe and sound with her human mama.
These are the good stories and the reason I love my job. I know we are working for the greater good, but at times it is so painful. We see the stupidity of people firsthand; their lack of caring and their inability to comprehend that their decisions dictate a horrible fate to a lesser but in my opinion, far more superior species.
We do the best we can. If only the general public would strive to do better then maybe one day kitten season could cease to exist.
Oh and Strat, I dunno. I have thought about writing THAT book before but am afraid they will find out and sue me for some reason...or stone me.
Work has been rough lately. Really rough. It is not uncommon to walk around a corner to see another employee in tears or to hear two employees who are really good friends, exchanging angry words. Fuses are short and emotions are running high. We are all there because of our love for animals and we are in the heat of kitten season and it sucks.
Kitten season means that cats are out there producing at alarming rates because people are irresponsible and don't have their cats spayed or neutered and then they let them outside. Those with male cats probably figure that their tomcat is not going to bring home any kittens and that would be correct but someone is finding them and bringing them to our door. Little balls of sweet fluff who are unwanted in the world and who were brought into the world due to human irresponsibility. It sickens me.
The shelter is completely FULL right now which essentially means that anything that comes in right now is given a death sentence. 71 animals were put down in one day this week, simply because we are out of room and I would bet that the majority of that number were feline. Each afternoon on break, I go back to the feline holding room, find a little kitten that fits in the palm of my hand and take it back to my desk to love on for 15 minutes and when I take it back to the cage I have no idea if I will see it tomorrow. This is the reality of shelters during kitten season.
Is this post doom and gloom? Yeah, probably, but it is a hard time for us right now.
Yet there are happy moments too. Yesterday, The Genius was out walking the dog before I left for work and he called me from his cell phone, announcing he had found a "puppy" and no one was around. I drove a few blocks over to meet him and the "puppy" was actually an elderly chihuahua. I put the little girl in the back of my car where she sat politely for the ride into work. Checking her out once we arrived, we found her nails had been recently trimmed and she smelled as if she had been recently bathed, but she was off the streets and not in any danger of being hit by a car or worse.
By that afternoon a crying elderly lady was at the shelter, so grateful that her beloved companion had been found and rescued. The dog, who was actually 16 years old with a heart condition, had apparently slipped out when her husband had left for work, but now she was back safe and sound with her human mama.
These are the good stories and the reason I love my job. I know we are working for the greater good, but at times it is so painful. We see the stupidity of people firsthand; their lack of caring and their inability to comprehend that their decisions dictate a horrible fate to a lesser but in my opinion, far more superior species.
We do the best we can. If only the general public would strive to do better then maybe one day kitten season could cease to exist.
Oh and Strat, I dunno. I have thought about writing THAT book before but am afraid they will find out and sue me for some reason...or stone me.
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