Village Etiquette (ttfn)
A year ago I didnt know what a blog was. I just learned how to text three months ago so my kids would write me back. I clicked the wrong button looking for my daughter's blog, and lo, now I'm in middle-aged blogland hoping to get my writing fix happy back.
Thursday, October 2, 2008

Early Bird waiting on coffee
Coffee is nearly a religion with me, in the food-est and most-habit type of way. Not church religion but must have; never run out; try for the coffee perfection every morning kind of coffee drinking. As a fairly random human, it's hands down the most predictable feature I exhibit. It's morning, me, the coffee pot signalling "ready for you" and the ever vigilant kitty cat sizing me up to see how long until I refill her kat chow bowl. If I happen to be sipping fresh hot joe at the same nanosecond the sun rises, or getting my lazi-ness to take the top off our little three person hot tub on the deck and hopping in with said cup, perfection.Coffee enjoyment is for me, what smoking nasty cigarettes is to my better half, known affectionately as the pirate. There is no cutting corners, no going without. It is always at the top of any mental shopping list. Joe consumption started about 30 years ago in college when I realized it was cheaper to exist on coffee, on my always nil and minus budget, than six packs of now extinct Tab cola. My idea of a well rounded meal then was coffee, a bean sprout sandwich and more coffee. Disgusting in retrospect. But I was fighting weight, thoroughly awake at all the critical moments and it fit the budget.Yes it's a highly addictive habit, but I figure everyone has one habit, at least one they will acknowledge is non-negotiable. Coffee is mine. I hate malls, shopping; only drink occasionally (and less by the month as two beers normally means fall asleep an hour later); and don't get up to the nickle machine at the local Indian casinos on a rare occasion other than to enjoy the fabulous all you can eat sea food buffet.But back to coffee. Yes, its sitting hot and patient as I type this, near my left elbow.Next topics may be living with dyslexia, life as a Foodie and becoming an un-speller. All of them are me features or lifestyle issues I wasn't aware even had names until my 30s, 40s and 50s.
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Labels: coffee drinking, early morning habits
Wednesday, October 1, 2008

First out blog
I think writing is best done just flat out writing and thinking later. Some one said along time ago that I must write so I know what I think. I wish I had said that first. I thought since I was little if I could go through my life just writing everything down, it would be perfect. I must write so I can continue thought processes and not get weighted down and overloaded.I decided to start this blog when I was trying to find my daughter's blog. I clicked the wrong button and here I am.As my intro says, a year ago I didnt know what a blog was; and I just learned to text so I could get my kids to write me back. I certainly dont know what a T9 is, but i's just the way it s.I changed jobs during the middle of the summer and my new position doesnt have me doing much writing.I am starving for it. So here you go.I have spent the last two and half months transitioning my brain. I am now one of the older people in the work place. It's the strangest thing to never think of yourself as having an age, and then changing jobs, seeing that I am one of few with grey hair and old lady support shoes (not really, but getting close). I think all the time how I am older and slower. Wiser in so many ways, yes, but older and slower.I used to have that killer instinct. I dont have much killer instinct left. In exchange I has a workplace perfectionism for all my projects and assignments and a great release, a totally great feeling of knowing very little is worth getting stressed over. It all works out!I love my kids, and my grands, and my better half and my family. We are about as typical as anyone I know. A little drama, alot of love sprinkled with a dollop of dysfunction.More later. I want to turn back into a reading vegetable. My Oprah magazine is waiting and so is the stack of books from the library.TTFN
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I am ageless and timeless and impatient and kind. My hair is three shades of colors, all natural and I have freckles coexisting with age spots. I am as real as you get. View my complete profile