Archive for April, 2008


My father called me today.  I hate to say that I dread answering my phone when he calls.  Its very unfortunate, but he never calls with good news.  When I answer, I try not to say “what’s wrong”, instead I say, “what’s going on”, but in my head that’s what I am thinking.  He started off by stating he had to fire his secretary.  That’s not the worst thing in the world, but to him it is.  He’s a lawyer.  In his business, most of his clients are going through the phone book and call him.  When no one answers, they most likely just go to the next name in the phone book, without even leaving a message.  So for him, having someone answering his phone is crucial to his business. 

But then the real reason for his call was revealed.  My brother is in his final semester of college and has applied to Law School.  Lets take a step back for a minute and give a brief history.  His Sophomore year he got his senior in high school girlfriend pregnant, had the baby, married her, and dropped out of school to work full time and support his new family.  Guess he didn’t learn from my mistakes.  A year later came hurricane Katrina where he lost his house and all of his possessions.  His young marriage, already strained by an array of issues did not survive.  Since then he has gone back to college and is in his final semester.  He only applied to one school.  His/my fathers Alma Mater.  Like there was any other choice.  My father got a letter delivered from the school on Friday, and could not help himself but to open it.  It was a rejection letter.  My dad was sick about it all weekend.  He could not bring himself to tell him, in fear it would perpetuate a drinking binge. 

My heart breaks.  I am so fearful that this will cause a downward spiral.  And he has come so far. 


I Love My Job

I love my job, I love the pay!
I love it more and more each day.
I love my boss he is the best!
I love his boss and all the rest.

I love my office and its location,
I hate to have to go on vacation
I love my furniture, drab and gray,
and piles of paper that grow each day
I think my job is really swell,
there’s nothing else I love so well
I love to work among my peers,
I love their leers and jeers and sneers
I love my computer and its software;
I hug it often though it won’t care.
I love each program and every file
I’d love them more if they worked a while.

I am happy to be here. I am. I am.
I’m the happiest slave of the firm, I am.
I love this work, I love these chores.
I love the meetings with deadly bores.
I love my job- I’ll say it again-I even love those friendly men
Those friendly men who’ve come today,
In clean white coats to take me away

Busy, Busy

Why does everything happen all at once.  Well, actually I am Guilty of letting everything pile up so that I have to get too much done in too little time.  Last night DD worked a back sale with student council at the school talent show.  Of course that meant I had to bake something, so yesterday morning I made cupcakes, and as soon as I walked through the door after work I had to frost them.  DS2 has a baseball clinic tomorrow, and of course he needs new cleats and pants, so after I dropped DD off at her bake sale, DS 1 & 2 and I went shopping for shoes and pants…  Let me tell you that shopping with boys is not fun.  DS2 put his shoes down somewhere in the store and lost them.  I didnt find out until we were at the register, and of course since we tried on 4 pairs, I could not remember what size we had picked, so we had to start all over.  I had no time for this, I had to be back at the school to pick up DD, and I was late.  Luckily, the talent show ran over and my tardiness went unnoticed. 

The Fiancee worked last night.  Which was good and bad.  Bad in the fact that I cannot sleep when he is not home, but good in that I got a lot of things done around my house.  I didn’t end up going to bed until 1:30, and thankfully he got home at about 3:30, so I got a few hours of sound sleep before I had to start my day. 

Tonight is poker.  I love poker, and this is such a great group to play with.  But, again with the no time.  Because I was shopping and cleaning yesterday, I did not make my “snack to share” ahead of time like I had planned.  So rush, rush when I get home.  Feed the kids, make my snack, and get them settled for the evening. 

I still have to go to the grocery, and I still have to finish making my house “company ready”.