Alone - but I need a job!!!

Ever spend time with yourself? I do. A lot. And I like it. I'm alone but not lonely. I entertain myself often and I trip, slip, stumble, and fall - which happens more often than not. My daughters have 3-story homes. I haven't been to either place without a fall down a few stairs. One of my sons is in a 2-story and I've slipped down a few of their stairs. My other son is in a 1-story but somehow I managed to slip off of the curb. Last week I fell out of my house, off the curb into a storm drain, off of the running boards on my Yukon, and over an extension cord. I'm currently looking for a job - but I'm afraid to leave the house. It means I have to wear shoes (which are a great cause of falling) AND I have to be a lady. I don't fall like a lady - I just go down like someone shot me with one of Bryan's guns. At my last job, I constantly stumbled. I even managed to trip a few times in my bosses office, once pulling his phone and a few other things off of his desk. So if any of you know of a job that I can do safely in the protection of my home, please let me know.

The Honeymoon is Over

I love being unemployed. I enjoy working. I enjoyed most of the people I've worked with. I've gained great experience and learned a lot. There isn't much in Excel that I can't do - which I attribute to employment because I knew next to nothing 15 years ago.

Against my own desires, it's time to seek employment again. I won't tell you where I'm looking, but consider this - the next time you eat a strawberry, I may be monkey that may have had a part in it's packaging! So enjoy your fruit - and know that you're keeping me busy.

Sisters

Yesterday I spent the day with my sister, Carolyn. She called me around 8:30am to tell me she was waiting for her piano student. We talked and laughed for almost an hour while waiting. Then she called me at 9:30 tell me she was getting ready to leave and would be here soon. We talked and laughed for almost 45 minutes. She arrived around 10:30 and we left for the Temple. We arrived in time to make the 11:30 session. We talked and laughed all the way to the Temple - about a 45 minute drive. When we left the Temple we decided to split a turkey avocado sandwich (we found a Quiznos less than a half mile from the Temple). We stopped at 7 Eleven and got a Dr. Pepper and proceeded to home - talking and laughing all the while. Because of the May Day March in Los Angeles (immigrants wanting more rights - on, please don't get me going), the 45 minute drive took an hour and a half. We talked and laughed (hysterically at this point) the entire time. Then we went to Payless Shoes, Wal Mart to get snacks for her grandies, Kohl's then home. We talked and laughed some more. When we got home we ate ice cream for dinner and went to bed around 9:00. She had to be at the airport at 6am this morning and as usual she couldn't sleep. Truthfully, neither could I. I laid in bed til 4am and got up to spend the morning with her while she got ready - but she was gone. I called her - she had left the house at 3:30. And what do you think we did? We talked and laughed - at 4 o'clock in the morning.

You get the picture - sisters talking and laughing all hours of the day and night. No matter when we talk we enjoy conversation. We cry, we laugh, we're serious, we're nonsensical, we talk about our husbands (we agree mine the best), children, grandchildren, aging parents, sisters, friends, laundry, flower gardens, house keeping or whatever else comes up. We are never at a loss for words. If one of us is in a sad mood, or even worse, a BAD mood, we call each other and within a few words, we're ok. So here's my question - why can I talk to me sister for an hour at 4am, but only exchange small conversation with my husband when he leaves the house at 8:30? Here's how it went this morning. I'll pre-empt by saying that Gene is a man of few words, but this is borderline reclusive:

Me: GOOD MORNING! (This means I'm smiling and happy).

Him: Morning (This means don't talk to me it's too early and I'm not the least bit interested in anything you have to say.)

Me: YOU CUT YOURSELF! DID YOU USE A NEW RAZOR?

Him: Yes. Bye

Me: BYE, SWEETHEART. HAVE A NICE DAY.

Him: See ya.

That was it. Last night's conversation had a little more substance not not much more. I think he should be glad that I have Carolyn - because if I didn't talk to her all day, HE would have to listen to me. And that puts him to sleep!!!!!

Small but mighty

Have you ever wondered how something so small can have such a huge impact or significance to life? A diamond ring given to a girl by her sweetheart means he wants to spend the rest of his life with her. The word 'yes' means she feels the same way about him. I have 10 small but very significant things. My grandies!! Every time I see them, talk to them, or see a picture of them, my heart beats faster. They are so small. They each have their own little personalities that make them unique. Each of them tickles me in a different way. When one of them calls, Gene and I put them on the speaker phone so we can both enjoy them. And we giggle with each other as they talk. Dallin can talk for hours. Becky has instructed us to just hang up when we're done. If you ask Bryson how his trains are, he'll go get one and bring it to the phone. Kora loves her dollies and likes to cuddle. Taylor creates - I have many of her little creations in my memory box. Tylie looks like her Mommy and holding her is like De ja vue. Preston loves horses and gets to spend the summer in Nebraska. Hunter loves baseball, and golf, and tennis, and computers, and WII. Kailee is a girly girl and fixes her little sisters hair (I hope she doesn't cut it like her Auntie Jo Jo did her Mommy's). Mason loves to eat (he's grocery shopping from the fridge in the picture), and is a little lover. Mylie has red hair and is so smiley and tiny - she looks much like her Daddy - another Kerr clone. They fill our lives with love, joy, laughter and peace. Our children have made great choices and brought forth "good fruit!"