Saturday, November 18, 2006


Okay - I start a new job on Monday 11-20. It's the Monday before the Thanksgiving break. I started a new job 2 years ago Monday that sent me on a whirlwind tour of a nightmarish career path. I am hoping this is a fresh start and I am cautiously optomistic.
I went to the corporate office on Friday to sign all my paperwork. You know, sexual harassment, employee handbook, drug screening, etc.
I started Monday. Everyone was very nice - so far. I butted in on conversations, I hate it when I do that. I can just hear them saying to each other after I leave the room, "who the heck does she think she is.?" I know, I am just starved for adult conversation. It's day 2 already since I got back to this Blog entry. I am now up and running with a computer that works, (I had to bring in my own mouse) and a phone that works, (the handset didn't) and email at work that works. Plus, I can print to the printers. So, I am good to go. The gal that works with me took Thanksgiving off, so I sat with her on Monday, tried to mind meld with her and I won't see her again till Monday the 27th. I hear she is a big Grey's Anatomy fan, so we have that in common. She seemed really cool and I am hoping we become thick as thieves. (I before E except after C). There is a model grand opening or something to that effect. Maybe just Sales office opening on Friday thru Sunday. I volunteered to stop by on Saturday to help. Such a good newby. Making points early in the game was always my strongest asset in a new job. (I just wish the Chargers had the same attitude. Man, they are killing me....but I digress.
Anyway, Here I go again on my own, going down the only road I've ever known. I will let you know how it goes. In other words, I will keep you posted. Blog humor, can't get enough of it!

Monday, November 13, 2006

I am: A lonely girl
I miss: My family back in New England
I long: for enough money to visit them and possibly move back there in a couple of years
I wish: I didn't feel so lonely
I feel: the need for speed
I drove: to a job interview on Friday
I want: A job
I fear: we will run up our bills and wont be able to get out of debt again!
I might: dump this whole Purchasing Agent thing and do Real Estate
I discussed: life with my friend Christine at lunch Saturday (YUM Olive Garden)
I am excited for: the holidays except we are broke
I am sad to: hear about the soldiers that keep dying in Iraq
I like: Pasta
I plan: to have a job soon
I disregarded: my ever growing waist and ate pasta this weekend
I witnessed: my face looking older
I enjoy: hearing my son laugh
I hate: being overweight & Monday mornings
I played: Solitaire & Free Space on my computer & Bejeweled on my cell phone (I am addicted)
I love: 1st: my honey and son, 2nd: Family, 3rd: CARBS!!!
I went: to bed too late last night
I will: try and be more positive about my self
I kiss: my son's face every morning to wake him up and my husband every morning before he goes to work -it may be the last time
I have: hairs growing out of my chin for some ungodly reason. What's up with that?
I did: not win the lottery

Wednesday, October 25, 2006


Mail them to:
Save Lids to Save Lives
P.O. Box 72716
Rockford MN 55572-7016

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Monday, September 25, 2006

~A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE~
WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...
A set of screwdrivers,
a cordless drill, and
A black lace bra.
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...
One friend who always makes her Laugh...
And oneWho lets her cry...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...
A good piece of furniture not previously owned byAnyone else in her family...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE
Eight matching plates,
Wine glasses with stems,
And a recipe for a meal that will
Make her guests feel honored.
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...
A feeling of control over Her destiny...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
How to fall in love Without losing herself...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
HOW TO QUIT A JOB
BREAK UP WITH A LOVER
AND CONFRONT A FRIEND WITHOUT RUINING THE FRIENDSHIP...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
When to try harder ... and
WHEN TO WALK AWAY.
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
That she can't changeThe length of her calves,
The width of her hips, or
The nature of her parents...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
That her childhood May not have beenPerfect, but;Its over...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
What she would and Wouldn't Do for love or more...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... !
How to live alone... even if She doesn't like it.
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
Whom she can trust,
Whom she can't,
And why she shouldn't Take it personally.
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
Where to go...
Be it to her best friend's kitchen table.
Or a charming inn in the woods...
When her soul needs soothing...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
What she can and can't accomplish In a day...
A month.And a year...

Monday, September 11, 2006

You are Maryiln Monroe
A classic tortured beautyYou're the dream girl of many men. Yet they never seem to treat you right


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Thursday, September 07, 2006

CATCH UP LETTER

I never sent this out - So, I wanted to post it here.

Dearest Friends and Family,

Okay, this is the story and I am sticking to it. If you can make it through the whole letter, I applaud you. The last year (2005) was a real struggle for me with my job and all that stress it had on my family. I had started what I thought was the job of a life time in November 2004. I was to be working for a start up Home Building Company and working for a really dynamic woman named A. She hired me on as a contracts administrator, someone who takes the bid from a contractor, and turns it into a contract. Well, I never wrote a contract. She hired me to be her right arm and help her get the projects out of the ground. She just needed me to get my foot in the door. She wanted to replace some folks in the dept, but couldn’t just yet. So, she and I worked hand in hand to create model specs, option packages and do all the necessary stuff involved in starting 6 new communities out of nothing in a very short period of time while others wrote contracts. Well, as it turned out, we pulled it off and started 2005 with a bang. We didn’t have much to go on and I was learning as I went, but I had a good background in just about all aspects of the homebuilding industry by working for John @ anothr Dev. co. He ran out of land and stopped building homes and I had to find another job. At this writing, I have had 3 since and starting a new one on April 3rd, but I am getting ahead of myself.
So, come April 2005, they fire A, my Mentor. She is crushed and devastated as am I. We had worked so hard and for some many months, and she wasn’t going to be able to see the fruits of our labor. I am left dangling. They bring on a new woman to be the director in May, turns out; she is the neatest woman too. She and I clicked right away, her name was K. She and I were a lot a like and she has been in the homebuilding industry for ever, so she knew practically everyone in the industry and proceeded to introduce me to everyone she knew. This created instant legitimacy for me in my job. I loved working for her. Still, there was a lot of turmoil and red tape and it was frustrating as heck to get anything accomplished. In June 2005, “they” started firing people. We called it Black Monday. It was a scary thing. And I survived the big chopping heads day. Lots of people didn’t. Come to find out, this was par for the course in this company. When they didn’t think it was working, they hired someone to fire people and out you went. No warning. Well, come October, K was pretty much getting frustrated with what was going on at E, and she quits. Now, left dangling AGAIN. So, a couple of weeks later, “they” announce we are merging with another homebuilder. The son’s company of the father who owns ours. F Homes - We are to vacate our offices and move to trailers on our projects out in the field. I say, okay, I can handle this; it’s going to be alright. But they don’t tell me where I am going. No one wants to take me with them. I am continually feeling invisible. The elephant in the room no one wants to talk about. What are we going to do with Snoozer? – I keep asking. No one will look me in the face and tell me where I am going. I finally find out I am going to a trailer in C. Cool, ½ hr from the house working on the project A and I started with 1million dollar homes. I thought, easy street baby! Well, we move our selves. We have 1 week to get out of our suite and box everything up. November 1, 2005 I am in a trailer in C. I am getting adjusted. The gals and I that got evacuated to there are making the best of the situation. Getting comfortable. 2 weeks later, we all get an email. Come Monday 14th, we are to start ‘training’ up in Hell- 90 miles away from home one way. I kid you not. They tell me it’s Temporary. I don’t believe them, I am devastated. I start really looking for a new job that day. I had been slowly looking for a job, but not seriously looking for a job. Heck, I was 1/2hr from home and I knew what I was doing at that point, so it didn’t seem necessary. Well, the new purchasing manager, CL, decided we all had to be with her in their offices in Hell. That’s a place I like to say, is proof hell is full and the dead are walking around in where I was going to be working. Tumble weed city. One horse town, truck stop. It’s nasty. You know where they send all the clothes no one wants to buy even though they were marked down to practically free? Hell. White Trash, double-wides, methamphetamine junkies etc. You name it, they got it, and we were right in the middle of the flipping high desert. That’s what they call it. Right at the top of what is know in these parts ‘The Cajon Pass” it’s a 20 mile stretch of highway that climbs to 4000 feet from low desert. 2 fatalities happened on that stretch of road while I was commuting up there. Yes, I put up with it. The job search was slow going. CL had a sit down with me on the second day I was up there. I was trying to make the best of a bad situation and she calls me into her office and tells me I have a bad attitude and no one wants to work with me or be in the same room as me. Gee, could it have anything to do with the fact that these bozos are ruining my life? She tells me I am to blame for how messed up all the E projects are and that I just dumped stuff on a new co-worker in October. I said, you know what, I knew this would happen eventually, go ahead, blame me for everything that is wrong with E, cuz you don’t have anyone else to blame, they are all gone except for me. So, bring it on. And if I am so horrible, why don’t you let me go? She said, D (the president of F Homes) wants to, but she thinks I can be ‘saved’. I am thinking, crap! So, I tell her the real story of how it was all left up to me and how much I had been doing and putting up with before she got there and she realized it wasn’t all my fault, but the damage had been done, I was trashed at that point and a pariah to the company. There was no going back and proving to them otherwise. So I sat there, did what ever stupid little task she needed me to do, helped everyone else like an assistant or a temp, and prayed for a new job to take me away from all of that. December rolls around and we get notified that we have to work the Friday before the Christmas holiday weekend and the Monday after. No exceptions. My Christmas was trashed at that point. I am driving 180 mile round trip to work, I get home at 8pm and fall into bed at 9:30 if I am lucky. I was looking forward to a long weekend to catch up for the holiday and I was a lost cause. This was my life for 4 ½ months. I attempted to get a Christmas tree decorated, didn’t happen till Christmas eve – Saturday night- I never got to do my favorite holiday traditions, make sugar cookies with our son, send out holiday cards with a picture of our handsome boy in his Sophomore year in High School. Nothing! New years rolled around and I was even more exhausted. At least I got that day off. The year was over, and I was still in Hell working for a company that hated to even see me show up every day. People would give me these strange looks and I was perplexed. I had about a dozen recruiters calling me; I went on ½ a dozen interviews. No one thought I had enough experience. Everyone wanted to know why I was looking for a new job. I wanted to scream out, “hello….don’t you know who I am working for?”But I kept saying, it’s the commute, it’s a real killer, quality of life is important to me. My husband and son are so very important to me, and those new companies still didn’t rescue me. The owner is an ex-con who got this company by his father starting it for him. He is a drug addict who has a rich father. To boot, he is a jerk. Not a nice reformed junkie, but a real horse’s ass. He is very full of himself and loves living in excess. The president, D, is a megalomaniac. He is a horrible person, He revels in demeaning people –his own – in meetings while other watch. It’s embarrassing and uncomfortable. I vowed to myself that he would never do that to me. I am proud to say, he never did. I never gave him the opportunity. I hear a story, and I know it’s true, I wasn’t there when it happened, but someone actually took a dump on his office desk. I am not kidding. Just think to what point does someone have to be pushed in order to go to that extreme. That my friends, is who I was working for by default through the merger.
However, over time, I became friends with the support staff in the building. They found they liked me in spite of what they had heard about me. I am a fun gal to work with as you all know. I find humor in almost anything and try to make work a fun place full of jokes and laughter. It’s a stressful place and I have to make it fun. I sucked them all in to my vortex and I earned some of their respect I hope. They don’t have a choice but to work there, so they think. They live up there in that godforsaken place and it’s the best job around – otherwise you work at Bob’s Big Boy or Jack-In the-box. . They have to pay people well; otherwise, no one would work there.
Then the news came in: The ‘training’ was to be extended another 2-4weeks I was told. There was lot clean up to do and housekeeping of sorts in our computer system to get paperwork to subcontractors so they could be paid. That was another thing. “they” say they pay their subs every week, but they try really hard not to. That’s embarrassing on a whole other level. I am good on the computer, they had to admit I was good at stuff, and they kept me on to work on the computer lot clean up. It was mindless data entry, but it was a job. No stress. While all the other Purchasing Agents where busy bidding new jobs, I was doing data entry. It was a joke.
CL ended up quitting at the end of January. Yup. Boss #3 was gone. I was going through them pretty fast. 1 every 6 months or so. And I was hanging in there. After CL quit, we were told it would be another 6 month or through the end of the year that we would still have to be up there in Hell. The assistant manager, TF, was a decent gal. She liked me. I don’t know why, but she did. She got me a car allowance, gave me 3 new jobs to bid and I was getting into it again. But, I was given impossible deadlines, and set up to fail and when I went up against D to tell him why I didn’t get something accomplished, TF had already smoothed the waters and told him I was just given this assignment 1 week ago, when the last guy who had it went to lunch and never came back. So, he cut me some slack in that first go round. I knew I wouldn’t get a second chance.
I got a call one day a couple of weeks ago from a recruiter in SD. Said he had my name in a data base from a long time ago, and wanted to know if I was still interested in a new opportunity. I said, absolutely! He said he had a company in E, 1/2hr from Home, just south of the border patrol. Yes, we have a border patrol crossing before you come into Home. Been going through it for years. My Husband even gave the border dude in the road a cold diet Pepsi one summer afternoon. It must have been 100 degrees out and we came up to him, he had us stopped as all are to stop before continuing, and we grabbed a DP out of the ice cold cooler we had in the back and handed it to him. He smiled as soon as my Honey put it in his hand. My Honey is going great by the way. He has been with TJ, a commercial concrete contractor over 2 years now. It’s great. He loves the guys he works with, they gave him a small job to run. He is content so far. He is out riding his beloved blue Harley Davidson Soft Tail Deuce – she is a beauty. Lots of chrome of course. Still needs new chrome wheel rims front and back I am told. Does it ever end? I don’t think it does. He hasn’t done much physical labor on the job lately, just reading, studying the blueprints, laying out the job, checking and rechecking the measurements. They poured 190 yards of concrete on Friday. He had figured 185. Under is good he said. He was in the ball park. He always wondered why I was always so tired when I got home when I hadn’t done anything physical all day but talk on the phone and sit and type at a computer. I tell you what, he is more tired now, than he is when he has his bags on and he is working as Mr. Carpenter. He finally understands that the mental stress and strain is sometimes more exhausting than the physical labor.

So anyway, this recruiter, D, was an Indiana U. Alumni! We got along very well over the phone, and as some of you may or may not know, IU won its first game in the NCAA tourney, but lost to Gonzaga in the second game. So, he says they want to meet me. I say okay. I meet the Director of Purch on a Tuesday morning @ 7am in a Starbucks in E-how Southern California is that? Very covert I might add. Apparently, they were going to have to let someone go to hire me. So, we had to meet off site. She was a really nice lady and needed help desperately. I said I could help her immediately. We talked for 1 ½ hrs sitting there. She said she would let me know. They all said they would let me know. No one ever did. So, I though it was another waste of my time. Turns out, she loved me. She didn’t want to talk to anyone else, she wanted to hire me. I had to meet the HR lady – so Friday morning, 7am, same bat time, same bat channel, I go meet the HR lady in Starbucks, same table. We get along very well. We talked for an hour. Turns out, she loved me too! Go figure. I get an offer then next Tuesday. Same rate of pay, but I don’t have to drive 180 miles a day. I take it! I fax over my signed offer letter on Weds. Morning. I go in to quit that day. I have to wait till the afternoon to get a sit down with TF. She says why?, things were getting better, I said not good enough. Sorry, and that was that. D was on vacation, and he told TF to have Friday be my last day and they would pay me through the end of the month. They took me to lunch on Friday and that was my last day with F Homes. I haven’t wiped the smile off my face since. I start my new job with people that like me already on April 3rd. I had to take a Drug Screening test and a personality test and they have to check my back ground. Never had to take a Drug screen test. I figured if carbs, chocolate and caffeine are still legal substances, I am cool.
I was off all this week and was able to drop my son off at school and pick him up every day this week. I am off all next week too. He has the next 2 weeks off. I feel so relieved not to have to drive up that hill any more. I was able to be home each night and make my boys dinner. There’s a welcome switch. I am so glad to be out of that nightmare. It took a lot out of me and I don’t want to have to be in that situation again. Some of you may know this story or parts of it and some may not, but this is my only reason why I haven’t been in touch as much as I would have liked over the last year & ½. I also vowed, I would make my favorite sugar cookies this year and get my tree up Dec. 1st. 2006 is going to be the best year yet.

I miss all of you!
Love,
Susannah


P.S. Just to let you know, I never stop thinking of each and every one of you!
INTERVIEWS - GOTTO LOVE 'EM!

So, every recruiter and intervewer asks me, why did you leave these jobs and pursue another one. I can't say, "for more money you asshole" so, I sit there and come up with politically correct answers. I went to one the other day. The talking head said, "I am looking for a 2 year commitment out of the person I hire for this position, are you willing to give that to me?" what am I supposed to say? Of course I said yes. But seriously folks, if he lasts 2 years, I will eat my resume with salt and pepper. He's only been there 5 months. If he would put it in writing that I get a 2 year contract and won't get laid off for 2 years, sure, you got a deal. But they won't do that ever. It's an 'At Will' state. They can can your ass faster than you can say unemployed.
So, here is my work transition history in a politically correct scenario. I publish it here for all to see.
My husband and I and our 5 month old son moved to California in 1990 from Nashua, New Hampshire and lived in Mira Mesa – Worked for Jessop’s Jewelers in Mira Mesa first in retail sales, then as a purchasing manager. I had worked for their sister company in Boston (Shreve Crump & Low) and did a transfer.

When Jessop’s was bought by a Canadian newspaper conglomerate and I had to start working @ Horton Plaza, I really needed a job closer to home and get out of retail.

My neighbor in Mira Mesa said she had a job for me @ Allenbach Industries in Carlsbad; it was a software Duplication & Packaging company- Before CD’s were all the rage. Shortly after I started working for Allenbach, we moved to Vista to be closer to work and a better school system for our son.

In 1993, I started there as a Customer Service Rep. and worked my way up to a Project Manager where I was writing technical instructional specifications on how to put the software packages together on the assembly line. I bought all the components that went into the packages (manuals, registration cards, labels, etc.) and kept track of the inventory for several large software companies.

We moved to Temecula to a better community and better schools and then unfortunately, in 1996, Allenbach sold their operations to a larger company, shut down their operation in Carlsbad and moved it to San Jose where I telecommuted from Temecula for 6 months after that. I was working from home at that point in Temecula and I needed to find another local stable job.

In 1997, the company that did our flooring in our new home in Temecula was hiring Customer Service reps, so I took the job at Interior Specialists. After a year, they promoted me to Production Coordinator where I was involved in purchasing all the flooring selections and scheduling the installs for over 30 different new home communities. I was dealing with Subcontractors and Vendors on a daily basis. It was a great job, but no longer was I challenged. I longed to learn more about the business and grow within the company - but there was a glass ceiling there, no women were ever promoted and only men were the managers. I aspired to better career opportunities.

In Feb. 2000, I found a job with a small infill builder in Rancho Bernardo called Benamel Development. John Silverwood was the President and Owner. He and his wife were running this small company. He needed an Admin Assistant to help him build about 30-50 homes a year. It was a good start for me in the New Home Construction industry. I became more and more interested in all the aspects of the industry and in a year grew my position into more of an Operations Manager position where I wore many hats. Purchasing Manager, Contracts administrator, Options Manager, Customer Service Manager, Sales & Marketing Manager, Office Manager and I was the assistant to the president. It was a great job. I loved it. Unfortunately for me, he ran out of land and sold his last piece of property to KB Home. There wasn’t any more for me to purchase. All the current jobs were coming to a close. Once again, I had to find another job.
2 of my friends from Interior Specialists were now working for another flooring company called SC Design. They were based in Carlsbad at the time. They had another operation in Rancho Cucamonga. Their short term goal was to have both operations merged into one building in Temecula. They needed an Options Manager to handle the builder accounts. I took the job and started out with them in January 2003. Unfortunately, after I was hired, I found out they didn’t have any Builder Accounts doing Options with them. So, they had me do design center renovation/remodels and coordinate the new construction of their building in Temecula. Then, when those tasks were completed, they made me Operations Manager to split some of the Production Manager’s responsibilities. She didn’t want to be responsible for overseeing Accounting, the running of the building, the warehouse, the front desk and the production coordinators. So, I took over those responsibilities. When I was given the job of collections for accounting to be my main focus, it wasn’t my forte and I couldn’t get my arms around it. In October 2003, they reorganized the division and let me go.

I had worked well with one of the superintendents from Fieldstone when we were building a design center in Carlsbad for a joint venture they had with SC Design, he recommended me to the VP of Operations at Brehm Communities. I went in to talk about being his admin assistant and ended up being their Options Coordinator. They had a woman who was close to retiring and needed a hip operation; she was to train me on all she knew and then retire after the surgery. After about 9 months of her training me and working together, she ended up not retiring. I was working in the corner of her office and there wasn’t any opportunity for me there. They had one PA and 2 Contract Admins and a Director of Purchasing and that was it. I didn’t see any room for me at Brehm to grow.

So, in Nov. 2004, I took a job @ Empire Communities/Prestige Homes in Ontario. Great new challenging opportunity for me with lots of growth potential. Mr. Previti’s home building division of Empire Companies. He had sold his homebuilding division of Forecast Homes to K. Hovnanian and had a 3 year non- compete clause that was up Jan. 2005. He couldn’t build entry level homes to compete with Forecast for 3 years. We were building high end homes & Move up homes. The Director of Purchasing could only bring me on as a Contract Admin at the time, but really needed a right hand person to help her get the company up and going. In Jan of 2005 she promoted me to PA. We had 6 projects to get in the ground by Jan 1 and it was a mad scramble and no systems in place to do it. We got it going. She was let go in April 2005, we had a new Director in May. Then in June 2005 they let about 30 more people go including the Purchasing Manager and the Options Coordinator. They were never replaced. I was still plugging away with one contract admin, one PA assistant and the new Director of Purchasing. In October, the new director quit. At the end of October, we merged with Mr. Previti’s son’s company, Frontier Homes.
Their purchasing operation is in Hesperia which is 90 miles one way from Temecula up the Cajon Pass and back. So, once again, I found myself looking for a job closer to Temecula.

In my search for a position closer to home, I found one at Innovative communities in Escondido. They had lots of land and lots of work to accomplish. Their land lay mostly in Yuma, Imperial Valley and Palm Springs/Coachella Valley. Their builder partner, Ashbrook Communities, recruited me to be their Purchasing Manager for their new Inland Empire Division. Eventually, they would open up a division in Temecula. I would be working directly for the president of the division, learning off-sites from their senior superintendent and doing what I loved, learning the business again from the dirt up. However, shortly after I took the position, they couldn’t get funding, the master developer was dragging their feet on the final mapping process and the CFD hadn’t been finalized. We didn’t see closings happening this year. On July 31st, they canned the whole new division, let about 11 people go and closed down that operation.

Consequently, this leaves me once again, looking for another opportunity to be a hard working PA for a strong homebuilder.

Sunday, August 13, 2006

IT SUCKS!
Okay - So, the job didn't last. I got laid off. Not sure if anyone out there ever got laid off but I have now, twice. It shakes your confidence. I can't believe they hired me after I asked all the right questions and left another perfectly good job for this one that ended up being a bust. What a freakin' nightmare. The only consolation is that I wasn't the only one laid off. My boss was laid off to. He said he had never been laid off before. He was pissed and depressed all at the same time. Me, I was stoic - this had happened to me before, so I was old hat. I even had a bag ready to load up so I could take all my stupid desk stuff home with me. Rolodex, Address lists, nothing much. I have never been much for decorating my work space. You know how some people go off the deep end and put up all this stuff, pictures, quotes, calendars, sayings, name plaques, etc. I had one gal do it the very first day she worked there. I was saying to myself, nothing is that permanent, why take root, it could be so temporary, and it was for her. She was fired a month later.
So, I have been off work for 2 weeks and Unemployment kicks in for me shortly. I mail my form today. I should see some $$ by mid week. It's $450 a week - that's the max you can get from this lovely state of California. It will pay for some groceries and utilities. But it's 1/4th what I was making. I spent the last two weeks revamping my resume, scouring the internet looking for a decent paying job. I am over priced now as it is so I am going to have to take another step back or two just to get back into the workforce. It sucks. I had such high hopes. I am in a funk right now. Don't know what to do next. I have my resume on like 6 different websites including all the government ones and the newspaper ones and of course Monster and Careerbuilder. Nothing is happening. I apply, and no one calls me. It sucks.
A friend sent this to me and I wanted to share it:
To all my sisters..................... A young wife sat on a sofa on a hot humid day, drinking iced tea and visiting with her Mother. As they talked about life, about marriage, about theresponsibilities of life and the obligations of adulthood, the mother clinked the ice cubes in her glass thoughtfully and turned a clear, sober glance upon her daughter. "Don't forget your Sisters," she advised, swirling the tea leaves to the bottom of her glass. "They'll be more important as you get older. No matter howmuch you love your husband, no matter how much you love the children you may have, you are still going to need Sisters. "Remember to go places with them now and then; do things with them. "Remember that 'Sisters' means ALL the women...your girlfriends, your daughters, and all your other women relatives too. "You'll need other women. Women always do." 'What a funny piece of advice!' the young woman thought. 'Haven't I just gotten married? Haven't I just joined the couple-world? I'm now a married woman,for goodness sake! A grownup! Surely my husband and the family we may start will be all I need to make my life worthwhile!' But she listened to her Mother. She kept contact with her Sisters and made more women friends each year. As the years tumbled by, one after another, shegradually came to understand that her Mom really knew what she was talking about. As time and nature work their changes and their mysteries upon a woman,Sisters are the mainstays of her life. After more than 50 years of living in this world, here is what I've learned: Time passes. Life happens. Distance separates. Children grow up. Jobs come and go. Love waxes and wanes. Men don't always do what they're supposed to do. Hearts break. Parents die. Colleagues forget favors. Careers end. BUT......... Sisters are there, no matter how much time and how many miles are between you. A girlfriend is never farther away than needing her can reach. When you have to walk that lonesome valley and you have to walk it by yourself, the women in your life will be on the valley's rim, cheering you on andpraying for you, pulling for you, intervening on your behalf, and waiting with open arms at the valley's end. Sometimes, they will even break the rules and walk beside you. Or come in and carry you out. Girlfriends, daughters, granddaughters, daughters-in-law, sisters,sisters-in-law,Mothers, Grandmothers, aunties, nieces, cousins, and extended family--allbless our life! The world wouldn't be the same without women, and neither would I. When we began this adventure called womanhood, we had no idea of the incredible joys or sorrows that lay ahead. Nor did we know how much we would need each other. Every day, we need each other still. Pass this on to all the women who help make your life meaningful. I just did.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006


Which John Cusack Are You?

i love John Cusack. i loved him in 'a sure thing' like i loved nick cage in 'valley girl' and sean penn in 'fast times at ridgemont high' - i am so glad it came out that I was John Kelso, because i actually love this movie. It's strange, quirky, so well acted and all the characters are awesome and it just makes me want to go to Savannah - maybe also because people often misspell my name as Savannah. So, if i ever had a little girl, i ofthen thought i would name her Savannah. Wouldn't that be cool. Click on the link and find out which John Cusack you are. It's fun!


Saturday, July 15, 2006

First Timers :
There's my guy on the left. We were up in Big Bear over the 4th of July weekend and on Monday night we went to the bar to have a drinky winky after dinner. The bartender is Chris. Young kid, but very cool. Anyway, the place is dead. My honey and I are the only one's having a drink. In walks these two dudes with top hats and sit down at the bar with us. Their names are 'Joe' and 'Joe' they tell us later. So, they aren't drinking much. The one in the blue is drinking water and the dude in the green who looks like a leprecaun (sp?) is drinking beer. My honey opted to try appletini's for the night. I am drinking gin and tonics. Love 'em. So, Chris goes over and turns on the Kereoke machine and trys to get us going. Well the two Joes' are up for this and get up and proceed to entertain us for the next 3 hours till Midnight. We are suggesting songs, we are punching in numbers and the boys are singing away. A perfect rendition of an Iron Maiden song is on it's way as well as an eye opening version of Brown Sugar that no one realized those were the words. I will never listen to that song again without thinking of those Joes. I get a few gin and tonics in me and I do Mack the Knife. Love that one. Know all the words. Chris does a Johnny Cash tune and Joes are up there again. I am telling you we were singing at the top of our lungs all night. Finally, my honey, who challenges anyone to an arm wrestle who is questioning his manhood for drinking appletini's, has enough of them in him to take a spin.
Doesn't do a solo, but joins the two Joes. I wish I remember the first song, but there were many after that. He even took the dude in the blue shirts top hat from him and wore it while singing that one. Joe in the blue shirt was so cool. I was up there a few times struggling and he would come up there and rescue me. Especially when I started singing 'That's the way, uh huh, uh huh, I like it, uh huh uh huh." And 'Stand by your man..." I had to do an REO speed wagon tune too. 'Take it on the Run!" Who hasn't sung that in their car to the top of their lungs? Raise your hand if you have...Mine is up there. Chantilly Lace comes to mind when all 4 of us were up there with another gal, coincidently named Chantilly. What a fun night. Never forget it. I kept calling up to our son's room and begging him to come down to see his dad singing and he just couldn't face the embarrassment. I almost peed my pants a few times and was horse the next morning. The night wound down and we settled up with Chris and made our way back into our room. No bed spins, no headache the next day. YEAH! I don't 'tie one on' too often. But that was a blast! Here's to us! We broke our cherry as my honey said. Now, we can hold our heads up high and say, we have done Kereoke and survived.

Friday, July 14, 2006

My brandy new truckYes, it was my turn. It would have happened sooner, it wasn’t for lack of my honey trying to get me to buy something. It was me resisting.
This time it was out of necessity. I have been driving around in our 1997 Forest Green Ford Explorer. For the past 10 years, it's been relatively reliable. Brakes and Tires, Brakes and Tires, thrown in an oil change every now and again, a new windshield for good mesure and I had a very reliable car for commuting, and tailgating. (Go Chargers!) My honey has been pestering me every flippin' time I would throw $500 at the car and keep it going that it didn't make sense and that should get and deserve a new truck. I had been oogling the new Volvo XC90 for quite some time. It gives me the shivers just looking at it. Like a school girl. What is wrong with me. But when it came down to it, it was way too expensive for what it was. Sure it's awesome looking, it's safe as all get out, but if i got one, I would want the top of the line bells and whistles one and that bottom line was out of my price range. So, I kept the 1997 Explorer on life support and kept driving up and down the 15 freeway bombing along. It had a great engine in it and I could fly!

But, the saga takes a turn a few months ago.....
We were coming out of big bear on Memorial day weekend. My honey likes to ride his Harley up the mountain on Friday night, I drive up with the bags and the coolers full of frosty beverages and snacks that same night. On the way down, I follow him on his bike. We get about 1/2hr from home and he turns into the auto mall out of the blue. We get out and I say, "what are you doing?" And he says," I just thought we should look at trucks for you." (Being that it was Memorial Day, he knows they are all hot to sell cars/trucks while slashing prices/wheeling and dealing. (yeah, right) Anyway. I reluctantly walk around the lot, checking out the inventory while our son pouts in the trusty steed playing some electronic gadget (Gameboy I think) and ignoring us. (Par for the course) it was blazing hot - in the tripple digets. UGH! Ungodly.
So, I say, I like the Mercury's just as well if not better than the Explorer (that was the idea, get another explorer, since the curent one was up to almost 200K miles. Pure logic folks) We start looking at one , and one of my criteria is that any new truck I get, has that feature that brings the gas/brake pedals closer to your feet if you are height challenged like me. And this one silver Mountaineer did. See picture above. It had black leather interior and I thought 'hot hot hot" but if the AC is on, who cares. Then the slimy salesman comes by and starts giving me the creaps.
It was hot out, we had a truck load of baggage and stuff from our trip and I didn’t want to buy a car. Matt was with us and being miserable. So, when the guy offered us $5k off, and I turned it down and left, oh boy, did my husband give me heck about that. I just wasn’t in the mood to spend 5-7hrs buying a car right then. I know you understand. He gave me heck about that all the way home and half the rest of the week. Told the guys at work," the guy was ready to offer us $5k off the truck and my wife turned him down....." I said, I didn't care what he was ready to offer us. If he really wanted me to buy that truck that day and he was really going to give me $5K off that truck, he wouldn't have let me just say no and walk away. It was a bullshit offer.
However.....
Then, the next weekend, we went up to Big Bear by ourselves (sans teenager with angst). That my friends is another blog waiting to happen... Coming down the mountain, same bat time, and same bat channel. The truck makes this noise like a blender going under the hood and stops, then does it again and stops and does it a third time and stops. Mind you, again, following the hubby on the bike. He doesn't know about this and I am freaking out. The engine isn't reving rpm's and the fan isn't on. It did this like 8-9 times coming down the hill. I started to slow down and fall back a bit so he would wonder what was wrong and pull over, which he did. We kind of have a sixth sense with eachother. Must be all the mind reading I do, another blog waiting to happen I am sure. But I digress...

Well, I guess my fate was now sealed. We stopped at the Gosch place AGAIN and met the same guy AGAIN. (still creapy) The truck was still there. Now we had to buy it. Silver, Black leather interior, CD changer (never had one of those), the pedals move forward so I can reach them and not have to move the seat up so far my nose touches the front windshield. You know what I mean. My husband was waiting for me to not get the $5k deal so he could give me heck about it.
I told him to keep his freakin’ mouth shut and let me do all the talking. He has a habit of telling the sales man all our cards right out of the gate. Leaves me no negotiating room. It makes me nuts. So, our agreement now is, you find what you want, then shut the F**K up while I do what I do for a living and negotiate the deal. He agrees. It's worked out well the last 3 big purchases and it's a riot to see him bite his tounge!

So, 'what can i do to put you in this Mountaineer today....." I say well...So, hours and hours later with hubby wandering all the car lots within a 1/2mile radius of this dealership and after many trips back to the finance guy cuz I kept saying no, I got 0% financing, $1000 rebate and $2000 for my trade in, which it wasn’t worth. So, I think I did okay. At one point the sleazy car sales man opened up my file and asked me 'what do you do for a living? want a part time job? Ha!Don't try to flatter me buddy. Give me a better deal and we can go see the finance lady and get the hell out of here.
Look at it. It’s a beauty! It wasn't $5k off, it was more if you factor in the 0% financing. Suzie did okay! My husbands eyes grew three sizes that day (grinch reference) when I told him I was working on 0% financing. He has wanted that deal for ever and our credit has been in the dumps for quite a while. It's a ton better now and it was quite rewarding to get that deal. By the way, they didn't have that deal the weekend before. So, poo poo to him. It's all good I love the truck. two things wrong with it that I had to get fixed. There were 2 paint chips on it and they fixed that. And it has a rattle in the front console that makes me insane. They have it in the shop now and I have a rental courtesy of the ford dealer. It's a red Hundai Elantra - What a piece of crap. I feel so vulnerable on the road driving it. I want my silver and black baby back. (I have a little bit of an issue that it's Raider colors - but I am over it!) I have my Van Morrison and James Taylor CD's in there with my Lynard Skynard and CCR trailing right behind. I deserved it and I got it and we love it and I am making the first payment next week. Crap! Reality just set in.

Monday, July 10, 2006

Strike up the Band: Here is the bandstand in Ocean Park, Oak Bluffs, Martha's Vineyard. I read recently that they were restoring it to it's original state. It has become somewhat delapidated and run down. They were taking up collections/donations. If I had known, I would have contributed for sure. This is the place where my little sister played her trumpet every summer on alternating weekends where we would go see the band play Souza marches and the kids would all run around it's base circling the bandstand as the band played each rendition of star spangled banner, etc. This is also the scene of the crime folks. This is where it all went down. Earlier that morning, June 16th, 1989, we decorated it for my wedding later that day. I had been to the Oak Bluffs town hall and talked to the Justice of the Peace, her name escapes me right now. She told me in order to gain access to the bandstand, I had to find the grounds keeper who drove a little red toyota truck. (memory is foggy on the color). So, I stalked him and just as I was going to go up to his truck in the Town Hall parking lot, he drives off. Yikes, I am off like a dirty shirt chasing after him thinking, if I don't catch him, I am doomed to have my wedding in this bandstand! I drive through Oak Bluffs into a wooded area, following him at every turn, when he finally stops, gets out of his car with a puzzled look on his face and I say, "I am sorry for chasing you like that, but the JP told me you had the key to the bandstand and I need it to get in to decorate, you see, I am getting married up there." he was so nice and pulled out the one little brass key and handed it to me, on pure faith that what I said was the god's honest truth. I was thrilled. Mission accomplished. I had the key. Off I went. It's been my philosophy mostly, that if you are setting out to do something, you do it, get it done and don't come back till you got it done or got what you came for. It's worked for me. I have to muster up all my courage first, then take action. So, looking back on that day, that weekend, when I was the center of attention for my family, my brother missing cuz he had a hair across his ass about me getting married to my honey, I think how perfect it was, except my honey was wasted from the night before, since it was his 3rd marriage. But his best man got him to the event, got us a limo even (I didn't know MV had limos). Everytime I see a picture of this bandstand, I think back and reflect. It's been 17 years now. And the band plays on....

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

New Job - Jumping off!
Started Monday. Mrs. Big Time now. I like it so far. I had to boot my co-worker in the arse to go around and introduce me to everyone - Day 2. One chick wouldn't shake my hand till I explained who I was and said my name to her 2 times. What a strange bird. First impressions are everything and she didn't make a good one for me. Oh well. There's one in every crowd. I have a nice office space. Kind of a loft area all by itself. We (the whole company is invited) are going to the Padres game on Thursday for lunch and a ball game. Kind of cool. Meet everyone informally. My boss just said they were going to put out a press release about me. Should be interesting to see what kind of reaction I get out there. All Positive I am sure. Some snickering will be heard in the distance. That's just jealous snickering. Go for it I say. I have the run of the place. I have to set up files, do all the groovy stuff when it comes to running a dept. all by myself. Kind of like jumping off a cliff. Oh I bet you were wondering when i would get around to referencing my picture of choice. Yes, Gay Head Cliffs as they used to be called. Now with so many negative connotations, I don't think they call it 'Gay Head' anymore. Oh well. they are beautiful clay cliffs on the very tip of Martha's Vineyard Island. To stand on the top of them and look out over the ocean and think back to when this was a whaling village is a trip in the way back machine. there isn't a part of Martha's Vineyard I don't love. It's all a perfect picture postcard. Every time you turn around, you see something that takes your breath away. Anyway, I am jumping off to a new venture and hopefully, I can swim when I hit the ocean. I will let you know. (Or will you be at the bottom to catch me?)

Friday, June 09, 2006

BLOWING BUBBLES
Okay - Here it goes. Blog #1 - go easy on me people, late coming to the party and didn't bring any chips and dip. Totally out of my comfort zone. Okay - enough with the disclaimers. I feel so new at this, like I am a little kid all over again, blowing bubbles on the back stoop of my parents home in the early 60's. We didn't have two nickels to rub together as they say, but I was happy blowing bubbles on a hot summer day in my hat, and patten leather shoes. Mom would give me a cup with dish soap and I would make bubbles as long as the stuff would last. I still like to blow bubbles. I think they are fun to watch - then try and see how far one can rise without popping, or catch one and reblow into it to make it bigger and let it go - floating up - then "POP"! Then start again. Does it get any simpler than that? I think not.