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.