Bored by the chore, of saving face.
So I'm back at work and once again, pull in 500 different directions and bored at the same time. I don't understand it either. All I know is one of the projects I have to be working on while doing all my front desk stuff, has a tendency to put me asleep. So I have to work a bit on it then skip over to something else to keep myself awake. I wish so much I could work from home. I wouldn't have to get up till it's about time for work. Giving myself just enough time to take care of the animals before plunking myself in front of the old compy and getting to work, while animal planet is on in the background. I wouldn't have to get dressed and the animals could take turns laying on my lap. *sigh* If only. I don't think it's going to happen though. Not unless some wonder job falls out of the sky, or if work takes pity on me and says I can work at least part time at home. Oh, that would be a joy. Of course having horses would be a at home job, but I don't know when that's going to happen though.
Rock Band has been Brett and I's outlet to let go of the day. His Xbox is messing up again, so we may have to spend the money to upgrade.
The farm thing is still up in the air. Hopefully I will know more soon. My urge to push on is ever-present. I'm doing better though, so that's good.
I have a Japanese Peace Lilly now. The cats seem to be leaving it alone. Let’s hope that keeps up. It's pretty low maintaince I just put a aqua globe in it, and check every once and a while to see if I need to fill it.
I need to clean up the house some. We have friends coming over Friday. It will be good to hang out with friends.
I found out one thing though. If you take a week off of work, everything there goes to hell in a hand basket, and it will take you weeks to straiten it back out. Also you will find your pens missing. Want to tick me off at work, then steal my pens. No one is safe then.
I actually banned someone from my desk for that. Needless to say I'm a little perturbed.
I've found since moving I've gotten out of my flow of things that kept me not hating life so much. I stopped watching anime almost all together. Maybe that has more to do with Cat Girl Nuku Nuku being boring repetitive and lacking a good storyline. I need to get some good anime going through my life again. Also I've let this blog go unattended. That just won't do. I love typing my blog.
The ghost bells just went off at work, that reminds me of something I wanted to talk about. First though the ghost bells. We have a door bell for the front door, that use to be for the back, well it has the normal ding dong and nothing else. No other bell setting, but yet out of the blue it will play a different ring, that is not an option on that system. It rings without anyone pushing the button. It's creepy and people think that a ghost that haunts work sets off that ring from time to time.
That brings me to what I was reminded. My mom called me today. My grandma and some of the Texas crew came down to see mom and dad. Well the whole time they were there. Bradley was going nuts seeing things and barking at nothing. He was whacked out seriously. He stopped as soon as they left. It took mom until today to figure it out. Bradley was seeing grandpa. Bradley could always see the departed. He would bark at Murphy, the ghost at the old house from time to time. So we aren't surprised that he could see grandpa, and I'm not surprised that grandpa is still around. He's making sure grandma is going to be ok without him. I doubt he will leave until he's sure she will be just fine. Poor Bradley was probably so confused. He didn't know why grandpa was in that state, he only knew him as someone living. That kind of reaffirms something I experienced after we went back to grandma's house after the viewing. I was sitting on the couch trying to collect my thoughts, feeling utterly overwhelmed and lost, then out of no where in this swelteringly warm house my upper arms get cold. It wasn't a icy cold, but it was very noticeable. I thought after a moment that it could be grandpa touching me. But I figured that more than likely I was just imagining it. But it was right on my upper arms where he use to grab me before and after a hug to say goodbye. I now know that it was him saying goodbye to me. I am thankful for that. I couldn't go up to the casket the day of the viewing, I just couldn't say goodbye. But the next day I could. Leave it to grandpa to be able to tell I couldn't let go and he give me the reassurance I need to do just that. I'm happy I got my one final hug. The hug I needed, that told me he was ok now and I need not worry about him anymore.
Geese this turned out to be a long post and I didn't mean to get all sappy at the end. I just felt it needed sharing. I will try to make the next one shorter and brighter. Laters! Savvy?
-Aislin
Rock Band has been Brett and I's outlet to let go of the day. His Xbox is messing up again, so we may have to spend the money to upgrade.
The farm thing is still up in the air. Hopefully I will know more soon. My urge to push on is ever-present. I'm doing better though, so that's good.
I have a Japanese Peace Lilly now. The cats seem to be leaving it alone. Let’s hope that keeps up. It's pretty low maintaince I just put a aqua globe in it, and check every once and a while to see if I need to fill it.
I need to clean up the house some. We have friends coming over Friday. It will be good to hang out with friends.
I found out one thing though. If you take a week off of work, everything there goes to hell in a hand basket, and it will take you weeks to straiten it back out. Also you will find your pens missing. Want to tick me off at work, then steal my pens. No one is safe then.
I actually banned someone from my desk for that. Needless to say I'm a little perturbed.
I've found since moving I've gotten out of my flow of things that kept me not hating life so much. I stopped watching anime almost all together. Maybe that has more to do with Cat Girl Nuku Nuku being boring repetitive and lacking a good storyline. I need to get some good anime going through my life again. Also I've let this blog go unattended. That just won't do. I love typing my blog.
The ghost bells just went off at work, that reminds me of something I wanted to talk about. First though the ghost bells. We have a door bell for the front door, that use to be for the back, well it has the normal ding dong and nothing else. No other bell setting, but yet out of the blue it will play a different ring, that is not an option on that system. It rings without anyone pushing the button. It's creepy and people think that a ghost that haunts work sets off that ring from time to time.
That brings me to what I was reminded. My mom called me today. My grandma and some of the Texas crew came down to see mom and dad. Well the whole time they were there. Bradley was going nuts seeing things and barking at nothing. He was whacked out seriously. He stopped as soon as they left. It took mom until today to figure it out. Bradley was seeing grandpa. Bradley could always see the departed. He would bark at Murphy, the ghost at the old house from time to time. So we aren't surprised that he could see grandpa, and I'm not surprised that grandpa is still around. He's making sure grandma is going to be ok without him. I doubt he will leave until he's sure she will be just fine. Poor Bradley was probably so confused. He didn't know why grandpa was in that state, he only knew him as someone living. That kind of reaffirms something I experienced after we went back to grandma's house after the viewing. I was sitting on the couch trying to collect my thoughts, feeling utterly overwhelmed and lost, then out of no where in this swelteringly warm house my upper arms get cold. It wasn't a icy cold, but it was very noticeable. I thought after a moment that it could be grandpa touching me. But I figured that more than likely I was just imagining it. But it was right on my upper arms where he use to grab me before and after a hug to say goodbye. I now know that it was him saying goodbye to me. I am thankful for that. I couldn't go up to the casket the day of the viewing, I just couldn't say goodbye. But the next day I could. Leave it to grandpa to be able to tell I couldn't let go and he give me the reassurance I need to do just that. I'm happy I got my one final hug. The hug I needed, that told me he was ok now and I need not worry about him anymore.
Geese this turned out to be a long post and I didn't mean to get all sappy at the end. I just felt it needed sharing. I will try to make the next one shorter and brighter. Laters! Savvy?
-Aislin