Room on the internet?

As I have said before, I maintain my fathers website for him. I have streamlined this by getting him a digital camera, so he takes pictures of his various antiques and then brings me the camera and I resize and upload them for him etc. He has a big sale coming up and I have already posted 30 something pictures for him this week. My cell phone rang and he asked me this, "Is there anymore room on the internet for more pictures?" After a giggle I explained that yes, as far as I know the internet is not full yet. I shouldn't find it humerous. I suppose in 20 or so years that my children will be laughing at their technically challenged parents.

Ex Co-Workers

This has always got to me, but tonight I feel like ranting about it! I swear I have worked with every RN, LPN and CNA within driving distance. They filter in and out, some leaving for good reasons, others being fired and others just because they are what we have come to call "gypsies" because they like to roam from work place to workplace. I have nothing against those that leave for a good reason, who can blame anybody for leaving nursing? The work is hard and you are under appreciated by managment and patients to. If I wasn't so lazy I might go back to school myself and get a degree for something else. (Something with payed off holidays and good benefits) Maybe I could be a funeral director, I am tired of the living ones most days. (joking here. calm down lol!)

The former employees that get right thru my skin are the ones that leave and then call our staff in attempts to talk them into leaving also because their new place of employment is so much better. The ones who leave and bad mouth the facility and the ones who seem to place the blame on others as to why they had to leave (the boss is soooo mean, the nurse yelled at me, etc. etc) So if you are one of the above kind of employees mentioned this letter is to you, if not you can probably relate and understand exactly what I am saying.

Dear Former Co-worker,

I am glad you found a new job, based on your previous job performance you are lucky that you did. I am glad that you are much happier then when you graced me with your prescence on a daily basis. I sure miss our friendship. How are things?
As for myself, I am doing great. I no longer spend two hours a night covering the sced. because you called off with that terrible migraine 45 minutes before your shift started. How is your migraines these days? I hope your children are not sick so often also. Is your car running any better? You seemed to be cursed when you worked with me. I mean with your bad head, and sick children and broke down car, you must have been the unluckiest bastard I have ever met. The poor patient care our facility provided, according to you, has also improved since your departure. Seems as if your lack of ability to do two things at once, namly bitch and your job, have been corrected with a new employee in your position.
I am happy you called to tell me how wonderfull things are and the many reasons I should come to join you at this wonderfull place you now work. Your right, it is greener on the other side of that fence. I wanted to thank you for making me feel like shit by staying where I am. I should have known better. I mean if the Director of Nursing stayed on your ass, it is only a matter of time before she gets on mine to. As a matter of fact I think she was getting on my ass today when she walked by me and said hello.
Sincerely Yours , Me

p.s. Please do not call me anymore, especially at work. I do appreciate you calling me on the company phone, so you didn't run up my cell phone minutes, (yes I have a cell phone, your not having the number was defiantly not because I didn't want to talk to you, I mean that is why I go to work, to make friends!) but apparently the way this whole job thing goes is that I get paid by the hour to take care of patients not take personal calls. Who knew? I see what you mean, I wish the managment would get of my ass.

Waste Of Money

Printing at home is the biggest waste of money one can do for themselves. I do very little printing at home. As part of an agreement for an antique bed frame for my new house, I agreed to print up some flyers for my father (antique auctioneer). I thought I was getting a good deal, print his flyers for him, and be even with him. (He paid 120 something for the wood bed frame). Little did I know I almost ripped myself off. My poor ignored printer has only been printing in green for a good year now. I never print anything, the last thing I printed was directions and I didn't mind the green tone, in fact I kinda like green.

36 bucks and some change is the cost of not both, but one of the little plastic cartridges to make my printer see in color again. I put both in my cart as I shook my head, and realized I didn't come out too far ahead with the bed deal. At the end of the aisle was the same brand printer (Lexmark) I have, but a newer slimer version. Sale price 68 dollars. I then realized that the new slimmer printer came with not one but two cartridges both black and one in all the colors of the rainbow. I am slow with numbers but was fast enough to realize that the true deal in this matter is to replace the two cartridges in my cart with a new Lexmark All in One printer. So I now own an All In One Printer used enough to run out the ink in one cartridge out, and a brand new one. If this is the way it is gonna be then I guess once a year when I have to print something, then I guess I will be buying another new printer. I mean how stupid would it be to only buy the little plastic ink holders when I can get the scanner and all? Matter of fact how stupid is it to print at home anyways?

Sorry for the mindless rambles here, but this disbelief has turned into anger towards printers. Not only did I spend 70 bucks, but I only printed 30 darn flyers and I already have a "low ink warning" symbol. Now if I figure that up the price per printed page is just way too much. I envision a future where printed papers will be a thing of the past.

Memories

I am a big Oprah fan, like many others, and I took the time tonight to visit her website for the first time and found some “journaling” exercises. I can remember having a teacher in the eighth grade who gave us a “journaling topic” to write on a few days a week, I enjoyed it, although I found myself holding back what I really wanted to say because of my fear that I knew she kept herself busy reading those journals. Now I realize that she was only encouraging us to write. So here is the first of what I hope can not be the last, journaling “exercise” for myself.

Memories.

When you are asked to recall one of your first memories it is harder to do then you would think. I have a lot of memories from my childhood and cannot say that one or the other would be the first one. I cannot recall the age but my first memories recalled were of me and my cousin at home. I now know my cousins were often at my house not because it was just that way, but because my mother became the unofficial dropping point for the parents of children who really didn’t care to deal with their own children, or had something more important to do. Now as an adult myself I cannot imagine bringing children into this world that you do not want to spend time with and nurture. But that’s the way it was my entire childhood. I remember wearing my blue night gown with Strawberry Shortcake on it, sitting at the screen door watching the lighting and jumping at the thunder of a thunderstorm. My mind always curious asked my cousin, “What do you think causes thunder”? She answered “It’s just God’s angels moving the furniture around.” “Oh.” I said, “Wonder if God will be mad when he gets home like mommy is every time somebody moves her furniture around?”

I have tried to forget nothing. At times I have wished I could forget this or that, or a certain him. Age brings wisdom and I am accepting although not forgiving of some memories. Most involving exboyfriends who for one reason or another moved from they were nice and we had a good time list to the  people I would like to see suffer list. Some regrets of some I have hurt and other friends and enemies in my lifetime.  I have now realized the gift of those memories good and bad. Some memories are still so vivid that even though it has been eight years since high school seem like yesterday.  Looking at the stars with a group of friends for hours in the bed of a pickup truck, a simple activity that I can take myself back to and feel the peace and security I had with those friends. On certain nights when the air is right I can take a deep breath and be there again. A feeling of true acceptance and warmth takes over me and I remember how much we loved each other even though none of us were bright enough at the time to cherish the relationship we had. On lonely nights I still want to call up all of them and plan a night out to go out in the country and look at the stars. New wives and husbands would not probably be very receptive to the idea however.

I wish I could remember life before life, the time  before I was born. Where was I? Heaven? Hell? Nothing? A piece of dust in space? Did I exist somewhere? Sure it would take all the mystery out of dying but I wouldn’t mind that so much. No religion I have ever studied has given me the knowledge of life after death. Religion has been mostly a joke to me in the past years and even when I considered myself a certain religion was not ever completely satisfied with the answer I was given about dying.  I am very conflicted in the religion department these days and am getting frustrated with it. Which leads me to the question I ask myself of why I even want one in the first place.

So if you want to try this on your own here is the starter questions for you!
My very first memory is:
I have tried to forget:
I wish I could remember: