I was thinking-
Okay... Horoscopes *winks** Ms. Ramirez brought up points in this such as... have you ever known someone that reads their horoscope then decides to change their plans to match it accordingly?? This would be a great subject.....OR has someone done this? C'mon, tell me you've never checked what kinda day you're going to have in the Horoscopes...Any feedback?
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
Friends~*
Friends~*
We're not in the 50's anymore. For instance-You can't even look at someone without them giving a dirty look back; no one really holds the door for you on your way into or out of a building anymore; no one really says 'excuse me' for bumping into you, and cutting in front of you at a line happens more frequently. What happened?? January 23rd, I had reconstructive wrist surgery to repair some ligaments. Ouch... yeah. Groggy and in pain, that Saturday I managed to make it to my English class. It's not easy working with one arm/ hand... naturally I was late and scurried into class, and sat in the back. I was embarrased, and breathing hard from rushing up the steps to the 3rd floor. Quietly, I tried with my one hand to get my things for class out of my backpack. A sweet voice arose in my ear...I heard, "Do you need help?" I looked up to see pretty eyes staring back at me. "No thank-you." But this sweet girl didn't leave it like that, for she knew I was struggling. Not only did she help me get my things out, but she was there for me all throughout class and after. I don't want to mention any names, but I believe that God has certain people in our path, I'm so happy that he put her in mine. You don't find people like this everyday. I haven't known her for a long time, but I consider us friends already. I hope we stay friends for a long, long time. Thank you very much for your hospitality- You know who you are!!!
We're not in the 50's anymore. For instance-You can't even look at someone without them giving a dirty look back; no one really holds the door for you on your way into or out of a building anymore; no one really says 'excuse me' for bumping into you, and cutting in front of you at a line happens more frequently. What happened?? January 23rd, I had reconstructive wrist surgery to repair some ligaments. Ouch... yeah. Groggy and in pain, that Saturday I managed to make it to my English class. It's not easy working with one arm/ hand... naturally I was late and scurried into class, and sat in the back. I was embarrased, and breathing hard from rushing up the steps to the 3rd floor. Quietly, I tried with my one hand to get my things for class out of my backpack. A sweet voice arose in my ear...I heard, "Do you need help?" I looked up to see pretty eyes staring back at me. "No thank-you." But this sweet girl didn't leave it like that, for she knew I was struggling. Not only did she help me get my things out, but she was there for me all throughout class and after. I don't want to mention any names, but I believe that God has certain people in our path, I'm so happy that he put her in mine. You don't find people like this everyday. I haven't known her for a long time, but I consider us friends already. I hope we stay friends for a long, long time. Thank you very much for your hospitality- You know who you are!!!
Monday, February 4, 2008
High School Behavior
High-School Behavior in a Work Environment:
I have a question for you: Why is it that we end up joining 'clans' at work? Did you notice that our actions around our work place reflect on our high-school behaviour? I had interviewed people, (becuase I did a paper on this in my last English class)
What they had to say was quite intersting. A lot of them said that they join 'groups' to feel accepted, and so they won't be frowned upon... .ring a bell?
I am or was going thru the same thing at my work place. I even confronted the lady that was talking behind my back... I said, "I don't know what I did to you, or what happened between us, but I need to know so our work-relationship will improve."
Her response: "Nothing, you did nothing... I just prefer not to talk to you, or be around you."
OOOKAY then.
What is that? She didn't even give me a chance as a person...I am more grown up than she is, the lady is 56 years old. Last year around this time, another girl... I say girl cause she's in her 30's was picking on me and yelling at me in front of customers. One day, I'd had it. I took her in front to my manager and told her, *sobbing* "What did I do to you? I deserve the same respect that I've been giving you... I don't know what your problem is or why you're treating me this way, but it stops, now." She actually said she was sorry. When I left my bosses office, my other co-workers called me over their desks and said, "Way to go, it's about damn time someone stood up to her."
WHOA! Way to go me!! I think everyone should be treated with the same respect... as the saying goes "Be treated like you want to be treated." I take that to heart.
I have a question for you: Why is it that we end up joining 'clans' at work? Did you notice that our actions around our work place reflect on our high-school behaviour? I had interviewed people, (becuase I did a paper on this in my last English class)
What they had to say was quite intersting. A lot of them said that they join 'groups' to feel accepted, and so they won't be frowned upon... .ring a bell?
I am or was going thru the same thing at my work place. I even confronted the lady that was talking behind my back... I said, "I don't know what I did to you, or what happened between us, but I need to know so our work-relationship will improve."
Her response: "Nothing, you did nothing... I just prefer not to talk to you, or be around you."
OOOKAY then.
What is that? She didn't even give me a chance as a person...I am more grown up than she is, the lady is 56 years old. Last year around this time, another girl... I say girl cause she's in her 30's was picking on me and yelling at me in front of customers. One day, I'd had it. I took her in front to my manager and told her, *sobbing* "What did I do to you? I deserve the same respect that I've been giving you... I don't know what your problem is or why you're treating me this way, but it stops, now." She actually said she was sorry. When I left my bosses office, my other co-workers called me over their desks and said, "Way to go, it's about damn time someone stood up to her."
WHOA! Way to go me!! I think everyone should be treated with the same respect... as the saying goes "Be treated like you want to be treated." I take that to heart.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Calista Belle
October 14th, 2005....
Oh such pain!! My contractions were getting harder and harder. I knew my little girl would be entering this world shortly. In pain, I call my dad and tell him that I was 'ready'. My bags packed, my dad was the first to pick me up; it seemed as if the drive to the hospital took forever! My husband, then in the Sheriffs department, was paged and soon met me at the hospital.
*NINETEEN HOURS LATER*
October 15, 2005
Out comes the most precious face, I looked at this beauty with tears in my eyes and said, "Happy Birthday Calista." I will never forget the expression on her little face, not even crying, she looked at me as if saying... "Is that where that voice was coming from?"
All I can say is, "Wow."
Calista is 4 years old now, and not there is not a day that goes by that my little girl does not make my smile, or laugh. She thinks she knows it all; and is a girlie-girl... loves make-up, dresses, dressing up, doing hair... and yes, she does my make-up and nails too.
"Mommy, can I put glitter on your eyes?"
"Mommy, can I paint your nails?" I look now, as I'm typing this and see the blotchy pink spots that my baby has proudly painted.
Oh such pain!! My contractions were getting harder and harder. I knew my little girl would be entering this world shortly. In pain, I call my dad and tell him that I was 'ready'. My bags packed, my dad was the first to pick me up; it seemed as if the drive to the hospital took forever! My husband, then in the Sheriffs department, was paged and soon met me at the hospital.
*NINETEEN HOURS LATER*
October 15, 2005
Out comes the most precious face, I looked at this beauty with tears in my eyes and said, "Happy Birthday Calista." I will never forget the expression on her little face, not even crying, she looked at me as if saying... "Is that where that voice was coming from?"
All I can say is, "Wow."
Calista is 4 years old now, and not there is not a day that goes by that my little girl does not make my smile, or laugh. She thinks she knows it all; and is a girlie-girl... loves make-up, dresses, dressing up, doing hair... and yes, she does my make-up and nails too.
"Mommy, can I put glitter on your eyes?"
"Mommy, can I paint your nails?" I look now, as I'm typing this and see the blotchy pink spots that my baby has proudly painted.
I look forward waking up to each day:
Weekdays, getting her up in the morning and hearing cute excuses for not wanting to crawl out of her warm covers and get ready for school. On weekends I love getting her ready for ballet, in Mommy's eyes, she is a living doll.
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