You know you don't like your job when it starts to feel like a prison and its no longer fun to poke the warden.
Ever wonder why things are the way they are? Because we allow it.
How you have eluded me today. All I want is to sip on that frosted, cold milk. Soothe my throat and curb my craving for you. You are st my fingertips and then...gone. Why must you tease me with your water drops running down your paper thin cup? Your tall slender straw peek-a-booing from atop … Continue reading Chocolate milkshake
Why is it so hard to find friends that are worth keeping around? You find some that seem to be great. But as time wears on their shiny newness dulls to a matte finish. Why? Didn't you do all of the required friend things? Didn't you share your life stories with them? Put time and … Continue reading Friendship
It's amazing how some people do everything they can to make your work life difficult. They even go out of their way to scrutinize your every email and work turned in to see what mistakes they can find. If you really have nothing better to do than sit and read every email, every work order … Continue reading Hmph
Really?? I do what I'm suppose to, follow the instructions that were given and ask questions but I'm still going to make mistakes, as I'm not perfect. But you, you seem to think the crap produced by your under carriage don't sink. You NEVER make mistakes, ever. You're PERFECT. You take on everyone every chance … Continue reading Tattle tail
Bras. Over the shoulder boulder holder. Melon holder. Slingshot. Ear muffs. Balloon launcher. Eye patch. Whatever you call it, it's the same thing. My question is, whose idea was it to create this thing? I understand that the first sports bra was created by a woman who took two jock straps and put them on … Continue reading Brasserie
It's been a minute since I last wrote something on here. Well I've been busy and life happens. Right now I am working which takes up sooo much time. But I guess its something to do between weekends.
No one ever tells you just how bad writer's block can be. I am sitting here wondering what to write and there is not a thought in my pretty little head that seems to want to come out. The fears of failure and worry of offending are there but not one of the good thoughts … Continue reading Writing
Him I see her standing by the barn. Her long, dark caramel hair blowing in the breeze. Right now, she is brushing out Kojin. She runs the brush though his dark mane. They just came back from a run, which means he needs to be cleaned and brushed out. She really does love that horse. … Continue reading Persecuted Chapter Three