Brush Your Teeth and Other Crap You Don’t Care About

Today’s topic on The Daily Post is to write about the wackiest advice you have ever gotten. I thought about doing that, y’all. But it’s really difficult impossible for me to think straight type coherently today because I started working my night shifts last night.

So after a 12-hour shift last night and only sleeping five hours today (yay me!),  the only advice I could think of was along the lines of “How to Survive Working a Swing Shift” which, I’m pretty sure, I’ve already blogged about to death.

One tip I did get one time from one of my more interesting crazy co-workers: He told me that the  SECRET to waking up, when he gets up from working a night shift is to brush his teeth. Seriously? This was his big piece of advice. Like, who doesn’t brush their teeth when they first wake up?

Do y’all see what I have to deal with?

Anyways, that huge revelation aside, which I can’t even believe I wasted your time with, I still have the problem of what to blog about today. Because, you know, I’m committed to this-here Post A  Day Crap.

I decided to enter one of my blog posts from the past week into Mrs. 4444’s (that’s Mrs. Fours, in case you were wondering like I was) blog, Half Past Kissin’ Time. She does this thing on Saturday’s called “Saturday’s Samplings” which gives you a chance to link up your best post from the past week. (Um, I’m pretty sure this post won’t be making it onto next week’s list.) Then everybody who is time challenged (and who isn’t?) can visit the other bloggers best posts. And leave comments (is the hope.)

I chose to enter my blog post about my new fourteen day manicure. Which, I am happy to report, still looks perfect on Day Eight.  At least I’ve got that going for me!

Y’all head on over to Mrs. Fours and check some other awesome posts. Me? I think maybe I’ll just go brush my teeth. Again.

Merry Christmas, Y’all!

I’ve been busy, ya’ll.

I hope to get back to blogging more after all this holiday hoopla is over.

I’m discovering that the older you get, your memory sucks the harder it is to do all the things you like to do for the holidays. Also, menopause is a bitch extremely unforgiving all the damn time this time of year.

I’m almost done wrapping, shopping, buying, ordering things online, making lists of menus, sending out Christmas cards, making phone calls to organize various family events, texting people to make sure their packages arrived, tearing my house apart looking for gifts that I was sure I would remember where I put them, getting online to reorder the gifts that fell into the depths of hades I must have misplaced and re-organizing and re-decorating my house after I had a good old-fashioned hissy fit pulled everything a lot of things out of  every several drawers looking for the gift that,  a demon or alien stole I  hate to admit, I lost.

Now all I have to do is clean the house, buy more food, go to the liquor store, wrap the last-minute items and cook two turkeys, some oyster dressing, turkey gravy, cranberry sauce and two pies.

Throw in the fact that I work twelve-hour shifts with a bunch of lunatics delightfully eccentric folks and I switch back and forth between day shift and night shift every week.  Couple that with the hellish nightmare gift of insomnia that menopause delivers and y’all will possibly understand why I’m glad Christmas only comes once a year.

But? It’s my grandson’s first Christmas. Well, technically it’s his second Christmas but since he was just born on Thanksgiving last year, he doesn’t remember much of it and neither do his parents, I think.

So it sure is nice to have a little one to celebrate the holiday with – seeing everything for the first time through his eyes is my reward for losing my mind getting older, y’all.

Have I mentioned how much I would already be in a straight jacket without love my husband lately? He bought me a new red netbook for a late birthday/early Christmas present that I can take on the road with me when we go on trips in our red corvette! And? He put together the new, bright red, shiny Radio Flyer wagon that we are giving Kole for Christmas.

I’m pretty sure that’s what Kole was telling Santa he wanted in the above photo. That, and he might have whispered to Santa to help his poor Grandma Gigi find that damn present get some sleep.

Oh, okay, maybe not. But a gal can dream, can’t she?

 

You Capture Water

I’ve been trying to participate in a photo forum on Thursdays. Brought to us by Beth, at I Should Be Folding Laundry (me too, by the way), it’s called You Capture. Every week there is a new theme. This week it was “Water.”

And yes, I know today is Friday. I work a swing shift schedule, so I’m doing the best I can, y’all. I just got done working three nights and today I will try to transition back to days. It helps to go to the beach and get lots of fresh air and sunshine.

All of these photos were taken at my favorite place in the world, Wrightsville Beach, NC. I always take my camera and work on my photography skills. You never know what you might capture.

I am passionate about trying to capture photographs of the water. It really isn’t an easy subject to capture!

I like to take pictures of strangers when they aren’t looking. With my zoom lens, I’m able to zoom in on the action and get some very candid shots.

Lip gloss at the beach? Obviously, she’s southern.

I would spend every day here if I could, just looking at the water and walking on Johnny Mercer’s Pier.

In fact, today we’re going right back here. What better way to spend a few hours drinking bloody marys trying to figure out what day it is?

Random Ramblings

randomtuesdayKeely, over at Unmom, does this thing.

You post Random Thoughts on Tuesday. That’s it. Try it – it’s addicting. Then link back to Unmom and see what other people are randomly thinking and typing about.

I’ve come to the conclusion that when people stop blogging, it’s  for one main reason. Y’all want to know what it is? It’s  work. Now,  I’m not talking about how jobs interfere with important stuff like keeping up with your blog, although that’s a problem, sure. No, what I mean is – keeping up with a blog is hard work, y’all.

It’s not like you can just sit right down and start writing. You have to figure out what you want to say, figure out if you think anyone is interested, figure out if you want to post a photo, or not, then try to find the photo you have in mind, give up looking for it because you saved it onto a disk several months (or years) ago, figure out what your title is going to be, decide if you want to just post something without a photo (or there’s always stock photos!) actually get around to writing something, spell check it, preveiw it, decide whether or not you like what you’ve written, worry that it might really sound stupid, go back and edit out the stupid sounding parts, preveiw it again, decide you really do need some kind of photo, spend a half hour perusing all your photo folders, finally pick one out and wait for it to upload, go back and change the title you had written while you are waiting for the photo to download because you obviously need something that sounds more dynamic, preveiw everything again after the photo is in place, go back and rewrite parts of what you had written because now that the title is more dynamic the post doesn’t quite measure up, glance at your watch and realize you are running out of time to get ready for your real work (the one that you earn your living from) save the whole mess as a draft, and try the whole stinking thing over again the next day.

Seriously, who has time for this?

Certainly not me, not this week. Remember my sad little post a few days back, about my grand daughter and her parents moving to Virginia? Well, it’s gotten a little more complicated. Now they are moving to Michigan. Up near Ann Arbor, to be exact.

This little complication has been happening since last Wednesday morning, when after working a twelve hour night shift, we rented a moving van for them to pack all their furniture into – in order to move to Virginia. On the weekend it was discovered that there was no longer an offer of a rental home in Virginia, so after the house they lived in here had been cleaned out, the key returned and the land lord had been kissed goodbye, the excruciating decision was made to move, instead, to Michigan.

Thank God her parents in Michigan had a vacant house that was offered to them. If only it wasn’t so far away.

Are we the only people who didn’t know that yesterday was Columbus Day? And that all the banks were  closed? And that a young couple with a four month old  baby, who are down on their luck, and trying to move all their earthly belongings somewhere, anywhere, with one set of parents in Michigan trying to deposit gas money into a bank account and the other set of exhausted parents working a twelve hour day shift in a place where they are virually cut off from outside communication, would be unable to withdraw any much needed traveling money and be forced to put off moving for another day, while the meter ticks on the exhausted working parent’s credit card to the tune of $60 per day for every day the moving van, which was due in Virginia last Wednesday, but now is being rerouted to Michigan, is turned in late?

Yeah. But it’s all because we love them, y’all.

A few things I don’t love. Like, having to carry a damn radio everywhere with me at work and being forced to listen to everybody’s boring conversations for twelve hours. Like, pretty young women (who know quite well that they are pretty) who spend their whole twelve hours at work giggling and simpering to all the male coworkers after every single sentence that comes out of her mouth. (Really, honey, everything you say is not that funny, OK?) Like, having to have an evacuation drill in the middle of the morning, which forced us to stand out in the parking lot in the beautiful sunshine, knowing that we have to go back into the building for the rest of the day until it gets dark.

Like, having to proofread this post now before I can post it. And edit it. And find a picture. And…oh fiddlesticks!

No picture today, y’all. I’m just not in the mood.

One for Two Memes

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I’m working the night shift this week, y’all. And let me tell ya, it ain’t easy. Besides being bone-tired, sleep deprived, and confused – my feet hurt, my head hurts and I don’t have time to take care of my awful looking chipped nails. Bleh! I had to sleep all day on Mother’s Day, and barely managed to get up in time to see a few of my kids. I had one eye open and was slurping down a cup of coffee.

So I’m gonna be kinda lazy and post one picture for two of my favorite memes.

This is a macro shot of fiber optic grass and a couple of fresh tomatoes. The grass really caught my eye, when I was shopping for some small containers of plants to give as favors at the eco-friendly baby shower that I threw for my first grandchild.  Since my husband and I both work at Corning, and we make fiber optic glass, I just love this plant! And the tomatoes spoke to me and said, “Include us in the picture! We’d be perfect for Ruby Tuesday!”

SO, this picture is for Macro Monday AND Ruby Tuesday.

Macro Monday

For Macro Monday, you take a close up picture that you think is blog-worthy, post it, and link back to Macro Monday so everyone can visit everyone! (That’s southeren-eese for leave each other comments, if you know what’s good for ya.)

For  Ruby Tuesday , on Tuesday you post one of your own  photos that contains something red. It can be a whole lotta red, or a little bit of red. I liked the eclectic collection of pictures I saw over at  Work of the Poet, so I decided to play.

rubyslippers-copy2And I really, really like the cute little red Dorothy shoes in the Ruby Tuesday button (left). Ain’t they just too cute? If you click on them, you can look at lots of other folks’ Ruby Tuesday photos.

And if y’all enjoy lookin’ at my pictures, visit my other blog. It’s called Wilmington Daily Photo. I’m posting a photo a day over there; glimpses of my scenic home town.

What the Heck is a Meme?

Richard Dawkins initially defined meme (rhymes with dream) as a noun which “conveys the idea of a unit of cultural transmission, or a unit of imitation”.  Memeticists often define an individual’s mind as a “playground for memes”  and what they regard as “meme-generated patterns of behavior” can also be referred to as a person’s personality.

These days, a meme is an Internet  list of questions that you saw somewhere else and you decided to answer the questions. Then someone else sees them and does them and so on and so on. There’s even a bunch of websites devoted to memes, like The Daily Meme.

Why am I blathering on about this, you might ask. Well, my good  friend Debbie, over at Buzzin’ By, tagged me with this meme. It doesn’t have any questions, but  here’s the rules:

1. Go to your documents
2. Go to your 6th file
3. Go to your 6th picture
4. Blog about it
5. Tag 6 friends to do the same

There seems to be alot of controversy about how to do this. What if your pictures aren’t in your documents? What if your documents don’t contain picture files? How about if your pictures aren’t in files…just a whole bunch of pictures in one little ole picture file?

Well.

Here’s what I decided to blog about. It’s the sixth picture in my documents, which only contains five files.

ar008502This picture was taken in the summer of 2004, in the Outer Banks of North Carolina.  This is me and my step daughter, Danielle, getting ready to climb up into the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse, which was constructed back in 18 70.

Also known as America’s Lighthouse, it’s the tallest brick beacon in the nation. It stands at an impressive 208-feet. The familiar spiral-striped landmark serves as a warning to mariners of submerged and shifting sandbars which extend almost twenty miles off Cape Hatteras into the Atlantic Ocean, known as the Diamond Shoals. In 1999 the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse was moved, at a cost of millions of taxpayers’ dollars, a half mile inland, to save it from falling into the encroaching sea.

It was a great weekend, y’all. My husband, Jeff, Danielle and I were invited up there to spend it with, coincidentally, my same friend, Debbie and her husband, Kirk. They had rented a beach house somewhere near Avon, NC, for the week, and had invited a  menagerie of their kids, step kids, friends and parents. Lucky for us, we got included. It was one of those priceless, summer weekends that will go down in my memory banks as one of the All Time Greatest.

While we were there, I had a decision that I was mulling over. On Friday before we left, I had been called by Kathy, the HR person at Corning, and offered the right to return to my former job there. Three years before, in 2001, Jeff and I had both been laid off.

At the time, I was working as the publisher’s assistant at Wrightsville Beach Magazine. I loved the job. I got to write articles for the magazine and also for it’s sister publication, The Lumina News.  My office had a wonderful view of the Intrcoastal Waterway. I really had no intention of leaving there and going back to the boring production work at Corning. Also, there was no guarantee that  Jeff would ever be recalled, which would mean that the two of us would never be on the same sleeping schedule, since we worked swing shifts at Corning.

However, that beautiful and warm Sunday morning, Jeff and I walked on the beach, stealing a few minutes of solitude with our morning coffees in hand. We found ourselves remembering  how we met at Corning, the days of our courtship, and the friends we had made there. We realized how much we  had been missing for three years.

Monday morning, when we returned to Wilmington, in a move that suprised me more than anyone, I called Kathy and told her I would return.

In February of 2005, Jeff got “the call” from Kathy.

Five years later, I find I miss writing for the magazine, but not much else. The deadlines, the dramas, the stress….are all gone. Right now I am on a relaxing seven day break. I get to enjoy one of these every month, thanks to my schedule at Corning. And during these breaks, I ‘m fulfilling  my creative urges by blogging, thanks to, again, my friend Debbie, who suggested it.

Debbie, I sure do owe you a lot.

This visit to the playground of my mind was fun. Now to tag some more folks!

I’ll tag my son, Kyle, because he really needs to get blogging again. My first “stranger” that commented, Jan, because she has such a unique take on everything. Goodfather, because he’s been laid off, too, and he has already demonstrated he ability to do memes. Another Jan, at Jan’s Sushi Bar, because she and I have a million things in common (we just haven’t discovered quite all of ’em yet!) I guess I’ll tag our Spin Cycle hostess, Sprite’s Keeper, because I’m hoping I’ll become a little more popular by association. Finally, because she likes fried okra, Meli!