tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81496152024-03-12T19:37:27.533-05:00CursingMamaCursing Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16525488337844130010noreply@blogger.comBlogger196125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149615.post-47292289484617887632013-09-18T12:04:00.001-05:002013-09-18T12:04:43.127-05:00What You Shouldn't Yell at Strangers<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It's been a strange couple of weeks around the Motorcycle household and in the Widget Factory. Lots of activities, lots of work to do, lots of things that I can't really post about right now. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But, I caught wind of this <a href="http://minneapolis.craigslist.org/hnp/mis/4067717678.html" target="_blank">Cragislist Missed Connection</a> and thought I'd share it since I'm a woman, and I have a daughter, sister, mother, and friends that I'd like to think could benefit from what this writer suggests. I also have a husband, son, brother-in-law, nephews, and friends I hope have never done what happened to the woman.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A thoughtful, well written missed connection I hope everyone reads and would like to think you'll pass on as well.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><a href="http://www.iheart.com/live/KFAN-Sports-Radio-FM-1003-1209/" target="_blank">So, that's where we were. Me, minding my own business. You, apparently observing my ass. At that point you had options...... </a></i></span></span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Also, the offender might not know this... but she totally wins!</span><br />
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Cursing Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16525488337844130010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149615.post-35666390658286568712013-09-09T13:26:00.001-05:002013-09-09T13:26:18.422-05:00Not an oBITCHuary<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Rumors of my demise are far fetched and not to be believed. I continue to toil daily in cubical hell and pay my debt for what ever it is I did to deserve this while awaiting my ticket out - I keep applying for tickets but haven't landed my own one way fare just yet. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My time will come.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">In the meantime I am BUSY - I know, lame excuse, but it is really the truth. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The time of the year, a special project, and the recovering economy has led to an increase in cubical work which precludes me from having the leisure time to write posts during lunch and coffee breaks like I used to. If I am lucky enough to get a one way ticket to a new cube that lets me ride public transportation to get there I think it's a pretty safe bet that I'll be handling these duties much more often and much more prolifically during the commute.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The Princess is a senior at St. High School now and Gameboy is legally able to purchase his own adult beverages. When I started doing this blogging thing 12 million years ago (fine... September, 200something - possibly 2004, but I suspect that I accidentally deleted the first couple years of archives in a crazy cleaning frenzy a few years ago) these kids were still at St. School and we weren't even contemplating the financial stress of putting 2 kids through private high school... lets all stick our heads in the sand when it comes to putting 2 kids through private college. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Thankfully Gameboy is a 2 year plan kind of guy because his sister isn't! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Speaking of The Princess, beyond the normal hubbub of having a senior in your midst (special photos, college visits, applications, etc....) she also feels the need to be in a lot of activities. I'm glad she's involved, I just wish that all the involvement didn't eat up as much of my free time as it does. I know I'll miss her when she leaves me for good and I do cherish the time I have now with her... but I'd like just a little bigger slice of me time pie. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Which brings me to the last thing I'm going to use as a reasonable explanation for my absence... Me Time!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">In the last 2 years I've really committed myself to making sure I am taken care of. That means physical fitness and social fitness - time in the gym and time with friends. All out in the wide wide world with real life encounters, no more hermitting myself away in the house eating chips and watching bad tv - I hit the gym 4 or 5 nights a week, and try to go out with friends or just Mr. M. 1 or 2 nights a week. Its a lot of selfish Me Time, but some weeks not enough to compensate for the time stolen in the cube.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I'm trying to stay caught up on what everyone else is doing via Feedly while I munch on my healthful lunch - but rarely have time to comment - so if there is news you think I should know leave it here for me.</span><br />
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<i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Cursing Mama</b></span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">PS Am I the only one scared that Christmas is almost here and I haven't done a thing to prepare for that either?</span>Cursing Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16525488337844130010noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149615.post-22692943111846596092013-08-10T22:26:00.001-05:002013-08-10T22:26:47.849-05:00Billy Currington at The Cabooze. Fantastic night for an outdoor show!<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><img src='http://distilleryimage5.s3.amazonaws.com/328e999a023311e3b7fc22000aa821d1_7.jpg'/><br/><br />via Instagram http://instagram.com/p/c23PkpyUSt/</div>Cursing Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16525488337844130010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149615.post-17392007199906579362013-08-10T15:26:00.001-05:002013-08-10T15:26:50.836-05:00Everyone is enjoying the beautiful weather today!<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><img src='http://distilleryimage6.s3.amazonaws.com/b2a7430a01f911e3bcaf22000a1fbcb3_7.jpg'/><br/><br />via Instagram http://instagram.com/p/c2II7-SUXa/</div>Cursing Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16525488337844130010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149615.post-77727098069665142932013-08-08T09:26:00.001-05:002013-08-08T09:26:52.874-05:00Cubicle Misery<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><img src='http://distilleryimage3.s3.amazonaws.com/e25b38fc002f11e3930822000a1fab4e_7.jpg'/><br/><br />via Instagram http://instagram.com/p/cwRGUOyUUL/</div>Cursing Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16525488337844130010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149615.post-56491097894140008222013-08-06T19:26:00.001-05:002013-08-06T19:26:45.171-05:00Here comes the rain<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><img src='http://distilleryimage3.s3.amazonaws.com/7e752864fef611e296ca22000a9e0933_7.jpg'/><br/><br />via Instagram http://instagram.com/p/csQXpPSUQT/</div>Cursing Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16525488337844130010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149615.post-9469978956675212372013-08-01T17:26:00.001-05:002013-08-01T17:26:54.736-05:00Not Retired<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><img src='http://distilleryimage6.s3.amazonaws.com/45eb1926faf111e2aaaf22000aa802e0_7.jpg'/><br/><br />via Instagram http://instagram.com/p/cfFO1ISUZC/</div>Cursing Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16525488337844130010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149615.post-62690801405862815412013-07-31T17:29:00.001-05:002013-07-31T17:29:01.009-05:00Retirement Strategy<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><img src='http://distilleryimage3.s3.amazonaws.com/c7eb3980fa2c11e2ac5022000a9f18b3_7.jpg'/><br/><br />via Instagram http://instagram.com/p/cckQ-pSUQL/</div>Cursing Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16525488337844130010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149615.post-75650893344713343352013-07-23T20:27:00.001-05:002013-07-23T20:27:01.789-05:00Rare sighting of a golden retriever in his natural habitat.<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><img src='http://distilleryimage6.s3.amazonaws.com/5b4b4810f3fb11e2918122000a9f4d8a_7.jpg'/><br/><br />via Instagram http://instagram.com/p/cIRfFeyUe2/</div>Cursing Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16525488337844130010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149615.post-47653043621641820012013-07-20T21:27:00.001-05:002013-07-20T21:27:03.918-05:00Living the Golden life.<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><img src='http://distilleryimage9.s3.amazonaws.com/90a801ecf1a811e2bf3222000a1fd299_7.jpg'/><br/><br />via Instagram http://instagram.com/p/cAqO4GSUUV/</div>Cursing Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16525488337844130010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149615.post-30143359442025540642013-07-18T07:54:00.001-05:002013-07-18T07:54:06.862-05:00What Summer Should Be<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I'm not entirely clear on where summer has gone... we're half way through and I haven't dipped my toe in a single pool or sat around a single bonfire. I have been on a big family vacation (that is something deserving of its own post which will come... eventually), I visited my good friend Kenny Chesney, and I've possibly been out a night or two. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Possibly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But, work is busy and life outside work is busy. I'm adult, so I expect it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Ran across this on my favorite radio station website,<a href="http://www.kfan.com/main.html" target="_blank"> KFAN</a> (yes it's a sports talk radio station, no they don't ever play music, and I do listen to it almost all day every work day) (my coworkers LOVE me!)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I'm posting it because I remember summer when I was a kid - it went incredibly fast and incredibly slow all at the same time. We spent long days in the sun floating in the lake, water-skiing, riding our bikes to town for ice cream, playing night games, and dreaming up stunts to pass the time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This is what summer should be...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Last minute tickets - AWESOME show - STOOPID beer prices.</span></div>
Cursing Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16525488337844130010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149615.post-52482205043137871992013-07-05T20:27:00.001-05:002013-07-10T09:32:59.311-05:00Dorie, our POS GPS, is a hostage taker and travel terrorist!<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">
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If there is a long not so scenic route, she will find it. If there is a particularly bad neighborhood we should avoid, she will make sure we drive through it at 2AM. When she estimates the time of arrival for a long trip she assumes that there will be no stop lights, no traffic, and we'll drive 15 to 20 miles faster than legally allowed without getting stopped by the law.<br />
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Dorie has got to go!</div>
Cursing Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16525488337844130010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149615.post-57554747417341051592013-07-04T16:26:00.001-05:002013-07-10T09:34:10.992-05:00Moose! But in a zoo<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">
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I'm pretty sure this doesn't technically count as a moose sighting.<br />
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via Instagram http://instagram.com/p/bW8kgZyUZf/</div>
Cursing Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16525488337844130010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149615.post-37730490654077318582013-06-27T13:26:00.001-05:002013-06-27T13:26:26.990-05:00Why I need vacation to get here sooner.<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><img src='http://distilleryimage10.s3.amazonaws.com/c4056290df5211e2948222000a1f9307_7.jpg'/><br/><br />via Instagram http://instagram.com/p/bElEm8SURK/</div>Cursing Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16525488337844130010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149615.post-50452311631599958822013-06-18T07:00:00.000-05:002013-06-18T07:00:13.579-05:00More Than I Ever Dreamed I Could Ask For<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It was my birthday the other day, I shared it with Fathers Day this year. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There was not a lot of pomp and absolutely no circumstance for either Mr.Motorcycle or I... we ran errands, and had a mediocre dinner with service so craptacular the highlight might have been the point where they vacuumed the rug around us as we ate.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Even though there were no grand gifts or parties and I am still daunted by the pile of laundry remaining to be done, nothing about the day dissapointed me. It was a beautiful day weather wise, my kids were happy and funny and well, I spent the entire day with Mr. M. I received a few calls wishing me a happy day, a card, some hugs and a lot of Facebook messages. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">What I didn't anticipate was the best birthday present I've ever received. A present I never dreamed I could hope for, ask for, dream of. Just seven simple words that when put together meant more than any surprise party or Luxury Car Event To Remember ever could.</span><br />
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Cursing Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16525488337844130010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149615.post-67975530398870352302013-06-14T13:10:00.000-05:002013-06-14T13:16:13.665-05:00Faith, or something like it<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I was raised Catholic, the kind with the capital "C". The one that counsels you on living Christ daily, the comfort of saying a rosary, the mandatory attendance at mass on Sunday, and the healing powers of prayer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I know that other religions have these same qualities, Catholics aren't all that unique despite what some who share the faith might have you believe. I find the common thread of taking comfort in prayer, believing that, with enough prayer, God will hear me and possibly grant the comfort I seek an interesting connection.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I am in awe of people who have and live a very strong faith. People who are willing to let control go (something I'm not built for). People who all caps BELIEVE. When things are tough and rough they find solace and comfort in their faith. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I remember as a child praying like crazy that my dad would come back. Not from work, the store, or even war. No, I wanted my daddy to come back from the dead.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">At 7 I didn't know about zombies and hadn't seen Pet Cemetery so it seemed like a reasonable request to have fulfilled. That was probably the first time I threw a rock at my own window of faith.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Over the years I've witnessed horrible things happening to good people, atrocities to the vulnerable and innocent, injustices and devastation. Each time I launched a rock, some big and others small, at my window of faith.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Conversely as miracles have happened like the births of my children, safely making it through danger, and friends and family beating scary illnesses, I would call the glass repair man and some of those pits, holes and cracks created by the rocks were been repaired.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My window of faith is not perfect. It is marred by scratches and pits that no miracle will probably ever be able to repair, and it remains a very fragile commodity that requires care. But, it is somehow still intact and although ugly you can still see through it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Recently <a href="http://cursingmama.blogspot.com/2013/05/what-kids-know.html" style="color: #1155cc;">What the Kids Know</a> was shared with some whose window of faith is stronger than mine; prayer circles were notified, intentions appeared in churches, prayer shawls bestowed, and tiny miracles began to happen. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Maybe it's all medical science and the final, last ditch effort is providing the relief we didn't think would come, but I've put the glass man on speed dial anyway.</span></div>
Cursing Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16525488337844130010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149615.post-65936153361510841782013-05-30T11:15:00.000-05:002013-09-09T12:29:12.157-05:00Don't believe what you learned in Art, blue doesn't mix with anything.<div style="color: #222222;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">In 1974 a Hungarian sculptor and professor invented a 3-D combination puzzle that was widely released in 1980 by the Ideal Toy Corporation as the "Rubick's Cube". As a child of the 80's I coveted the puzzle I would never solve without taking it apart and reassembling it or taking the stickers off and switching them to make it look like I was a lot more clever than my surface let on. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">As a longtime lover of both metaphors and similes I don't think it's a bit of a stretch to say that most people are like Rubik's Cubes. Each color of the cube represents a facet of peoples lives or interests... blue is career, green is children, red is loves, white is faith, orange is hobbies... and most of us are unsolved. We mix things up, career ends up next to hobbies and faith with a square of love... until the whole things is mixed up up and you find every facet of your life overlapping into each other. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Rarely does one color remain untouched by another color; if it happens it typically doesn't last. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There is a level of dogma here in the Widget Factory by those in power who believe that this is a family friendly, nurturing, and flexible work place; they believe they encourage you to be a Rubik's Cube and to be mixed up. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Employee's are constantly reminded how much the Factory is like a Family Friendly Club Med! And then quickly encouraged to vote the Widget Factory as a Great Place to Work*. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Unfortunately, when it comes down to it, the family friendliness and flexibility is really only available when it is convenient to those in charge, and the nurturing is a pipe dream. I would classify it as hyperbole by hypocrites.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">In the recent past I had a less then friendly interaction at work, and from my understanding, the crux of the problem is my personality. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Actually, scratch that.. it should be the facet of my personality that demands my life not revolve around my work was the stated problem. I was instructed that I should leave my home life at home and not bring those emotions to the office.....the irony is that I was only bringing personal joys to work because there is more than enough sorrow here to choke a herd of elephants. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">What I presume was an unintended consequence is that I am rarely happy or joyful in the office and I talk nothing of what I do before or after office hours be it fun (vacations, accomplishments, social fun) or sad (funerals, divorce and illness). I've become so disconnected and those I work with are so unaware of what goes on in my life that when they overhear bits and pieces or learn things from others they are taken aback, shocked, and sometimes even look foolish.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Obviously this is now a problem for the powers that be and my always friendly and professional interactions are not good enough.... so I'm being questioned about what I did over the weekend, last night, where I'm going on vacation.... WHY are you so quiet? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I learned my lesson - always friendly, but not too, always professional... blue doesn't really mix with anything.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">*The Widget Factory never makes the list and are always shocked so they spend money on promoting their family friendly, nurturing and flexible work place policies instead of giving their employees raises, adding staff where necessary, increasing the 401K match, cutting red tape, or holding down the increases in health insurance. </span></div>
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Cursing Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16525488337844130010noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149615.post-27259173011412992312013-05-23T12:20:00.000-05:002013-05-23T12:20:02.737-05:00What the kids know<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>"What do the kids know?"</i> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It was a simple question with a loaded answer I didn't want to respond to.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>"They know it's not good, they weren't too shocked, they're too old to have not noticed everything going on."</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Thankfully there were no follow up questions.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">How did you tell them, what did you tell them, how did they take it, was it hard to tell them... are they okay, are you okay?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Quietly and individually, everything, quietly but with loud pain in their eyes, horrid, not really, not by a long shot.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Last week, maybe the week before, I read a blog post written by someone whose writing style I happen to admire and enjoy. It spoke of how her blog is not her journal and it wasn't her place to discuss the situations of others openly and publicly even though a current situation affects her very deeply and personally. I struggle with this, wanting to tell something that isn't mine to tell, wanting to yell </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><b>See this? THIS is why I am not here. This is why you get pictures of bubble gum toes, kleenex and beer. This is why I spend a lot of time in my own world, why I read so much, am at the gym so much, eat copious amounts of Lays Carolina BBQ chips.</b></i></span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But, so much of what is happening, the choices being made, the plans being forged, and the detours on the path we are all being forced to walk along are closely guarded secrets. Secrets that only a handful of people know, secrets that others need to know... </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But, secrets that aren't mine to tell. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It isn't good, the chances of it getting any better are barely discernible. There is only one thing left to try and if it doesn't help the path will be very rocky and then it will simply drop off into the abyss. </span></div>
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Cursing Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16525488337844130010noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149615.post-91646602297634443012013-05-17T16:26:00.001-05:002013-05-17T16:26:51.976-05:00Seriously?!? Gotta love it when people get inpatient and just pull out in front of you and block the whole damn intersection.<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><img src='http://distilleryimage10.s3.amazonaws.com/32561b84bf3411e2beb322000aaa0754_7.jpg'/><br/><br />via Instagram http://instagram.com/p/ZbVJLiyUY-/</div>Cursing Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16525488337844130010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149615.post-9527794779719477152013-05-17T12:52:00.001-05:002013-05-17T12:57:14.787-05:00My new bestest friend<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">
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I sound like I've rented my sinus cavity to an elephant & they have taken up residency. I'm fairly certain that I have blown at least 10 pounds out of my nose, but the scale does not reflect this. My garbage cans are all filled with tissues.... might want to buy stock in my preferred brand if you can (it's the common name for tissue by the way). I had to stop using the lotion tissues for fear that all that lotion was building up.<br />
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BUT! I'm not taking any medicine today because it is Friday and I will be damned if stupid allergies are going to ruin my happy hour!<br />
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Just don't let me leave without my box of tissues. And, no, one of those convenient travel packs is not enough.</div>
Cursing Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16525488337844130010noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149615.post-21853455726010835292013-05-10T11:26:00.001-05:002013-05-10T13:59:50.419-05:00Take That Minnesota!<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">
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Even though it is only 57 degrees outside I am wearing sandals & have bubble gum pink toes to show off. This is a form of cold weather protest. <br />
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Minnesota may have gotten the message because I heard them mention that we could see 90 degrees next week.... might have to go bare foot for that!</div>
Cursing Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16525488337844130010noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149615.post-79996821466192046612013-05-06T18:27:00.001-05:002013-05-07T12:14:00.012-05:00Sounds of summer<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">
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The familiar song of the neighborhood ice cream truck. My husband yelling "ice cream man" and running out of the house with his wallet. Leaving his faithful companion whining at the door because he didnt get to choose a treat too.<br />
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Cursing Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16525488337844130010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149615.post-86874693773249467782013-05-02T17:35:00.001-05:002013-05-07T12:16:10.053-05:00Coincidence? <div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">
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Someone must have been playing Lambchop today, since he had both of them out laying side by side on his bed in the office. What is wondrous is that this well loved furry family member didn't know what to do with toys when he first arrived on the scene in our house nearly 2 years old - almost 2 years ago to the date.<br />
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He's learned a lot. Now if I could just teach him to fetch me a beer we'd be good.</div>
Cursing Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16525488337844130010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149615.post-78910741772872757782013-05-01T15:30:00.002-05:002013-05-01T15:30:30.408-05:00WrongYesterday I wore sandals, today I need rain boots, tomorrow I'll probably have to get my snow boots back out. I should not be saying this on May day.Cursing Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16525488337844130010noreply@blogger.com0