Funk
All is well in the world, even the small bubble world here.
I worked for a woman about 15 years ago who was self described as an odditySh was the founder and ceo of a drug and alcohol treatment center. She was an alcoholic with 40plus years of sobriety. She had her hair done everyday, wore a dress to work and insisted that the women that worked for her (and yes we worked FOR her) did the same. If my hair grew longer than my collar I wore it up, nails short, no perfume but had to wear makeup. Skirts not above the knee, and hose was mandatory. Why am I going into detail about the details. That was her motto details, details, details.
I am not feeling up to par today and lying on the couch. Why? hmmm. I am not in the details. Geraldine O Delaney would totter in here and kick my sweet little ass. Life is in the details. I was 24 years old and had Allie at home with a sitter. I would drive from PA to NJ to work the 3-11 shift for this woman. Her facility is still one of the most effective long term faciclities in the country. I wanted to work for her. I am rambling, ok first get off the fu*&ing couch Suzanne. She cursed like a sailor. I was never called Suzanne. Suzie even in HS and college. She informed me that no one takes a 24 year old Suzie Seriously so I have been Suzanne ever since. I learned how to sit quietly with her. She would have me sit in front of her desk while she worked on something and then when I woulod try and excuse myself to go somewhere elsedo something else she yelp "Sit down and think first I am almost done and you will disturb the air." OK you whack Ill sit and think bad things about you. "And dont be cursing me cuz It will come on back to you young lady!"
I am experiencing the post holiday gotta clean up the stuff blues. I am thinking about my brother that called last night crying about Dad and his feelings. I sympathize buddy. It is raining cats and dogs here and not the weather to get out. I got my period this am and feeling crappy. SO i spent t he day browsing blogdom. Some interesting characters out there. I found a site of a woman with breast ca that has mets. She is grateful and fighting hard after 5 years of treatment. I found a site of a stay at home mom that is a journalist and man I read her stuff for all day it seemed. She writes so that you feel like your in what is going on. Her life her kids her husband. I loved it.
Jack is playing with his Noahs ark today and really getting into the animals. It is my favorite toy this year. I will write again soon.
I worked for a woman about 15 years ago who was self described as an odditySh was the founder and ceo of a drug and alcohol treatment center. She was an alcoholic with 40plus years of sobriety. She had her hair done everyday, wore a dress to work and insisted that the women that worked for her (and yes we worked FOR her) did the same. If my hair grew longer than my collar I wore it up, nails short, no perfume but had to wear makeup. Skirts not above the knee, and hose was mandatory. Why am I going into detail about the details. That was her motto details, details, details.
I am not feeling up to par today and lying on the couch. Why? hmmm. I am not in the details. Geraldine O Delaney would totter in here and kick my sweet little ass. Life is in the details. I was 24 years old and had Allie at home with a sitter. I would drive from PA to NJ to work the 3-11 shift for this woman. Her facility is still one of the most effective long term faciclities in the country. I wanted to work for her. I am rambling, ok first get off the fu*&ing couch Suzanne. She cursed like a sailor. I was never called Suzanne. Suzie even in HS and college. She informed me that no one takes a 24 year old Suzie Seriously so I have been Suzanne ever since. I learned how to sit quietly with her. She would have me sit in front of her desk while she worked on something and then when I woulod try and excuse myself to go somewhere elsedo something else she yelp "Sit down and think first I am almost done and you will disturb the air." OK you whack Ill sit and think bad things about you. "And dont be cursing me cuz It will come on back to you young lady!"
I am experiencing the post holiday gotta clean up the stuff blues. I am thinking about my brother that called last night crying about Dad and his feelings. I sympathize buddy. It is raining cats and dogs here and not the weather to get out. I got my period this am and feeling crappy. SO i spent t he day browsing blogdom. Some interesting characters out there. I found a site of a woman with breast ca that has mets. She is grateful and fighting hard after 5 years of treatment. I found a site of a stay at home mom that is a journalist and man I read her stuff for all day it seemed. She writes so that you feel like your in what is going on. Her life her kids her husband. I loved it.
Jack is playing with his Noahs ark today and really getting into the animals. It is my favorite toy this year. I will write again soon.
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