Whine O' Kelly

The adventures of Kelly living in the Great Northwest w/ the Husband, (Kurt) the four dogs,(Rudy,Sammy,Riley, and our newest Molly) 2 cats,(Toby & Citrus) chickens (they don't have names) and the old one. a.k.a. Victor(DAD)

Thursday, December 09, 2004

Now What?

My dilemma continues. I have not told my boss yet. Nor will I tell her today, tomorrow, or the next. I admit it. I am a pussy! I fear the look of disappointment, sadness, or worse gladness.

How should I break the news? Oh hey by the way I quit? Or how about, you know I love working here but I'm outta here. Ok, how about this... It is not about you really you are wonderful, we can still be friends, it is just me really. I just can't make commitments.

Seems no matter how I slice it I sound like a schmuck. Like all those loser guys I dated way back when.

So any suggestions on how to break the news?

To My Girlfriends

To my girlfriends!

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 the responsibilities 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 girlfriends," she advised, swirling the tea leaves to
the
bottom of her glass. "They'll be more important as you get older. No
matter
how much you love your husband, no matter how much you love the children you'll have, you are still going to need girlfriends. Remember to go
places with
them now and then; do things with them. And remember that "girlfriends"
are
not only your friends, but your sisters, your daughters, and other
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, not a young girl who needs
girlfriends!
Surely my husband and the family we'll start will be all I need to make my
life
worthwhile!'
But she listened to her Mother; she kept contact with her girlfriends and made more each year. As the years tumbled by, one after another, she
gradually
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, girlfriends are the mainstays of her life.
After 50 years of living in this world, here is what I've learned:
Times passes.
Life happens.
Distance separates.
Children grow up.
Love waxes and wanes.
Hearts break.
Careers end.
Jobs come and go.
Parents die.
Colleagues forget favors.
Men don't call when they say they will.
BUT girlfriends 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 for yourself, your girlfriends will be on the valley's rim, cheering you on,
praying
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. My mother, sisters-in-law, mother-in-law, aunties, nieces, cousins, extended family, and friends
bless my life!
The world wouldn't be the same without them, 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 the women who help make your life work.
I just did.

Wednesday, December 08, 2004

Decision Made

It is official. Got the word last night. Now, the hard part. How do I break the news to my boss? I really like my bog. She is great even on her "I am a stark raving Bitch" days. Then she is just funny.

But here is the deal: I don't like her bosses. I don't really like this corporate mentality. I don't like the CONSTANT pressure week in and week out. I know how to make my numbers. Yet, when I am constantly playing catch up, trying to contact people who called to a frigging call center then get routed to me via a shitty software program the fun wears thin.

You see I didn't really believe Jo would meet my demands. I threw them out there with the confidence that it wasn't going to happen and I would be here for the next twenty years. I underestimated Jo.

She went to bat and scored a home run. I will have the freedom to be creative. I will get to network. I will be able to schmooze. I will make a VERY nice salary. I will have a NICE schedule. I will NOT work weekends. Yes, I am pretty sure it is a good move.

Question, how do I tell Laurel?

Monday, December 06, 2004

Car thieves are impressive

I had a GREAT weekend planned. First, I DID NOT have to work, second I was kidnapping my friends adorable little boy to have some "child time" third I was going to watch the San Diego Chargers and Denver broncos.

A GREAT weekend plan!

And like all good plans, Murphy's law came crashing down. Not right away, he let me believe for a few hours it was going to be great. Friday night we went over to Joanna's, drank too much wine and chatted until 1:00 AM or so...

Saturday morning we even left the house and kidnapped William. And then upon arriving home, Murphy's Law struck. Why did he chose this time, probably because I had a three year old boy that needed and deserved mine and Kurt's full attention. Probably because the Gods of chaos can not for one flippin second see Kurt & I have just a happy relaxing weekend. Not to mention be financially stable.

So what was the disaster, the tragedy, the trauma?

The little yellow car. The one we have had for a whole three weeks. Smashed, stripped, completely inoperable.

Sometime during the night, I think, some thieves, stopped by our home, smashed the back passenger window and proceeded to remove EVERYTHING in the interior of the car. I am talking airbags, dashboard, center console, ignition, door knobs, window knobs. I think they tried to take the seats but perhaps ran out of time.

Oh, and where were our three LARGE dogs? Sleeping!!!! Not one bark, grunt or even, "Hey, I think there might be a sound I don't reconize". They are about as protective as our cats.

Thank God for the Mafia, I mean the insurance company. Everything is getting fixed.

Yea, everything minus the $500.00 frigging deductible. Yes, Murphy's Law!!

What's not to love?

Two good notes, Chargers BEAT Denver and William did get some fun time.