Lord, give me the strength to deal with this crazy weather and wisdom to know the difference that it is mother nature doing her thing. It is summer after all and we are supposed to get rain often but now, I am not even going to say please because you overstayed your graces. Yes, the lawn is smiling but soaking wet. The grass covered in butterflies, lizards, bees, spiders hanging from afar – yes far, is getting so high that it screams, help me, help me. So we, united in the same common ground, delightfully urges the rain to hit the road, just pack up and go for a few days, give us sometime to breathe. We love you, we need you but it has been days. We need to see the sun because it is just plain yucky!
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Let’s Do It Again In 330 Days
Say isn’t so, it is official, the holidays are over! Since, this is a leap year and there are 366 days, and considering that most of us put our trees up right after Thanksgiving, see you approximately in 330 days.
Putting christmas decorations is a walk in the park, taking them down is another matter. Just ask some of my neighbors, christmas lights and wreaths are still up but in some corners, they are finally coming down.
Personally, I need therapy. I don’t seem to let go of mine as they have become works of art, the emblem of laziness in every corner of my house. Taking my time off course, that’s better – my consolation prize. Hopefully, I will be done by week’s end.
In the neighborhood, some Christmas trees have found their own demise.
Abandoned by the time machine.
Dumped like trash. Oops, they are trash!
Finding beautiful corners to rest!
Sniff, sniff, do I miss it at all?! Off course, I do! I miss the hoopla, the commercials, the craziness at the malls, the traffic, the sales, the lines, the fights. I miss the feel in the air, the decor, the songs, the bright lights. I miss the awesome, beautiful, funny cards and gift papers. I miss, miss, miss… everything and nothing!
Yes, I don’t miss anything other than the gifts I did not receive or the ones I did not give, the parties I attended or the ones I did not attend, the gatherings I was invited to and the ones I was not invited to, the calls I received and the ones I did not receive, the postings on Facebook, on Twitter or the emails wishing me a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year; ooff, I am tired!
Yeah, I am done, until the next fiesta in the calendar which is Amore. I should have saved all my red napkins from the office Christmas party, they could have come handy. Hope Santa Claus, oops, my significant other will be good to me. Gee, somehow I smell Victoria Secret and roses, which color it doesn’t matter and an awesome card. I will see you the day after Thanksgiving when corporate offices and gusto will remind us again that it is time for the madness to begin all over again.
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I Did Not “Buy” The Artificial Sound Bite
By now everyone knows that swine flue or H1N1 as it has been renamed, is ravaging across the world and one of the steps recommended to remedy the influx, is to wash our hands thoroughly. So, you would hope the message is getting across right? Think again.
My request:
“I attempted to IM but since you did not respond to my invite, I decided to draft you an email instead.
Please don’t take me wrong and understand my request but due to the environment we are currently experiencing (we have been advised to take the necessary precautions so to avoid it), I thought I would bring something that I observed to your attention.
I was in the restroom when you walked in and out without washing your hands. Please don’t take it personally but it would be nice and I would appreciate it, if you did it. Sincerely,”
The answer:
“I use anti bacterial stuff at my desk. I don’t like the way the soap dries my skin, it makes it crack between my fingers. Wow!”
Huh! This is the same excuse the motorist gave to the Judge for not paying the toll leading to an International Airport years ago. This is genuine; it actually happened to one of my ex-classmates.
The judge asked, “Sir, did you know you had to pay the toll?”
The motorist, “Yes Sir, I did. I did not have the money with me; so, I was going home to get it.”
The judge, “So, if I understand you correctly; you were going home, get the 50 cents and come back to the toll booth to drop it. Is that right?”
The motorist, “Yes Sir, I was.”
Ok! What am I missing?
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