GITRDONE's Blog

Sorry I wasn't around to wish y'all a Merry Christmas, I have been working more hours than I ever imagined possible.  I work a 3rd shift (10:30pm-6:30am), get home at 7am, fall asleep at around 7:30-ish and have to get up at 11:30 am to get ready for work and work from 2:30pm-10:30pm. Then I get home at around 11pm, go to bed until 4am and work from 6:30am-2:30pm. It's just been crazy at work lately. I am barely aware of which day of the week it is any more.

I hope y'all had a great Christmas...I had to work 3rd shift through Christmas (Christmas Eve and Christmas Day).  But the residents appreciated it. They are all really wonderful people.  I am finally happy at my place of employment. I am at a place where senior citizens are treated like humans, not pieces of unwanted matter.

I think that this job was the best thing I received this year.  I love working with the elderly, but have seen so much abuse and ugliness in the nursing home scene. I had almost given up on the entire field until I found this place. Although I work MONDO freaking hours, the people are awesome and it's a pleasant atmosphere to be in.

This kind of exhaustion is a GOOD kind of tired. I know that I put in a hard day's work and I got to share in helping some really wonderful people. I actually look forward to going to work now. It's not like a JOB, it's like taking care of family members. It's pretty cool!  :)

Again, Merry Christmas and happy New Year!  I hope to blog with y'all very soon!

Why do we stand in our own way? Why do we make thiings harder on ourselves than they need to be? Why do we put utterly impossible missions upon ourselves? Are we subconsciously trying to fail? Do we intentionally set ourselves up for a fall?

How many of us paint a picture in our heads of how life is supposed to be, only to find that it is just that...a painting. Nothing real, nothing of substance, nothing you can ever even touch?

Why do people procrastinate things? Is it beccause we believe we will only fail and let ourselves down again? Or possibly because we are afraid of what others will think or say about what we do/did?

Have any of us lived our childhood dreams? Have any of us even tried? Or have we just lived the life as it came to us? Is it ever REALLY too late? Or is there still time?

What have we really accomplished in our lives? Aside from money, property, toys...have any of us found the true meaning of success? If we have, are we reaching it?

What will we leave behind when we are gone? Will we leave a mark in life, other than a stain in the underwear of life? Who will remember us...and for what? Have we affected anyone's life in a truly positive way?

Have we been true to ourselves? Being true to others is one thing, but what about ourselves? Many of us have remained true to a spouse, a significant other...but ourselves?

When will we let our guard down and trust ourselves enough to allow ourselves to be happy? How do we bring that wall down that allows us to see the sun?

The snow is coming! The snow is coming! Batton down the hatches and stock up on the supplies!  Well, at least that's what my darling husband was screaming all morning.

Lord I hate the snow. The light snow has everyone driving like they have no brain cells left in their heads and the heavy stuff...we can almost completely forget about driving in. I hope the DOT has been paying attention to the news and is prepared to get their fannies out there to plow and SALT.

Already my kids are chanting for no school tomorrow. I on the other hand, am chanting "Calgon, take me away!" I know that snow is inevitible, but so much, so soon?!?! Wouldn't it be nice if just one year, we skipped the whole snow thing? I don't care about the temperature, just one year without snow.

Summer came and left in what seemed like a month. Now comes the snow, the sleet, the muck, the snow plows, the shoveling, the piles of ugly brown tinged snow...Lord have mercy!

Last Summer is merely a distant memory. Next Summer seems a lifetime away.

Hats off to Rob Haswell for his impression of the Queen Mum the other day! He was awesome! I laughed so hard, I nearly needed 911.  I seriously laughed all day long on that one. Everyone here was donning their British accents for the entire day because of it.

Thank you Rob, for making us smile!

GITRDONE!

What are your all time favorite lyrics to a song? It can be a song that sums you up or just a song that you love to jam out to.

No matter the era, no matter the genre...look up the lyrics and post them right here! Here's mine;

Rough and Ready by Trace Adkins

Yeah
Alright boys follow me
Mostly in A
Stay with me now
Listen up this is philosophical

Mud grips - white-tip
Cigar stickin' out of my face
Earnhardt racing sticker on the window
Banged up fender
4x4 - straight pipe roar
Primer and rust all over the door
Scarred up knuckles, Mack belt buckle
White t-shirt - Ain't afraid to work
Got a "what-are-you-looking-at-pretty boy" smirk

Cold beer, hot wings
Wranglers, Skoal ring
Get just what you see
Gun rack, ball cap
Don't take no crap
Ain't a pretty boy-toy
I'll rock you steady
Rough and ready

Work boots - one blue suit
Size too small - won't wear at all
Unless somebody kicks - gets hitched
It don’t fit – and makes me itch
Up with sun - off on the run
Makin' money money - cause I wanna have fun
5 o'clock whistle - off like a missile
Got a hot date, girl named Kate
Think's I'm cool - 'cause I shoot straight
Ain't one thing about her fake
She's long and tall - and she goes great with

Cold beer, hot wings
Wranglers, Skoal ring
Get just what you see
Gun rack, ball cap
Don't take no crap
Ain't a pretty boy-toy
I'll rock you steady
Rough and ready
Rough and ready, Baby

Ahh, Here’s Johnny (Fiddle solo)
Just like that
Ah, here you go Grodo
I ain’t never heard nothin’ like that


Well you are who you are
That's all right with me
But I am who I am
That's all I can be
I like

Cold beer, hot wings
Wranglers, Skoal ring
Get just what you see
Gun rack, ball cap
Don't take no crap
Ain't a pretty boy-toy
I'll rock you steady
Rough and ready
Rough and ready
Rough and ready, Baby
ah...me and my buddies are all alike
We all say, “Hey, watch this.”
That didn’t turn out too good.
You okay?
(Laughs) What are you looking at?
Yeah that’s a real gun in that gun rack.
No I don’t have a permit for it.
Do you have a permit to ask stupid questions like that?
You can get hurt boy.
Get away from me.

I received this in an email and wanted to share it with y'all. I'm still blubbering over it as I type this blog.  Enjoy!

GITRDONE

BEING A MOTHER...

After 17 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to
take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She
said, 'I love you, but I know this other woman loves
you and would love to spend some time with you.'
* * *
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit
was my MOTHER, who has been alone for 20 years,
but the demands of my work and my two boys had
made it possible to visit her only occasionally.
* * *
That night I called to invite her to go out for
dinner and a movie.
* * *
'What's wrong, aren't you well,' she asked?
* * *
My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a
late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign
of bad news.
* * *
'I thought it would be pleasant to spend some
time with you,' I responded. 'Just the two of us.'
She thought about it for a moment, and then said,
'I would like that very much.'
* * *
That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick
her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her
house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous
about our date. She waited in the door. She had curled her hair

and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last
birthday on November 19th.
* * *
She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an
angel's. 'I told my friends that I was going to go
out with my son, and they were impressed,' she said,
as she got into that new white van.

'They can't wait to hear about our date'.
* * *
We went to a restaurant that, although not
elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my
arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat
down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only
read large print. Half way through the entries, I
lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at
m e. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. 'It was I
who us ed to have to read the menu when you were
small,' she said. 'Then it's time that you relax and
let me return the favor,' I responded.
* * *
During the dinner, we had an agreeable
conversation- -nothing extraordinary but catching up
on recent events of each other's life. We talked so
much that we missed the movie.
* * *
As we arrived at her house later, she said,

'I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me

invite you.' I agreed.
* * *
'How was your dinner date ?'

asked my wife when I got home.
'Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,'
I  answered.
* * *
A few days later, my mother died of a massive
heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't
have a chance to do anything for her.
* * *
Some time later, I received an envelope with a
copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place
mother and I had dined. An attached note said: 'I
paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I
could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two
plates - one for you and the other for your wife.
You will never know what that night meant for me.

I love you, son.'
* * *
At that moment, I understood the importance of
saying in time: 'I LOVE YOU' and to give our loved
ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is
more important than your family. Give them the time
they deserve, because these things cannot be put off
till 'some other time.'
* * *
Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back
to normal after you've had a baby.... somebody
doesn't know that once you're a mother,
'normal' is  history.
* * *
Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by
instinct... somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.
* * *
Somebody said being a mother is boring...
somebody never rode in a car driven

by a teenager with a driver's permit.

Somebody said if you're a'good' mother,
your child will 'turn out good'....
somebody thinks a child comes with
directions and a guarantee.
* * *
Somebody said you don't need an education to be a
mother.... somebody never helped a fourth grader
with his math.
* * *
Somebody said you can't love the second child as
much as you love the first .... somebody doesn't
have two children.
* * *
Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother
is labor and delivery....
somebody never watched her 'baby' get on the bus
for the first day of  kindergarten ..
or on a plane headed for military 'boot camp.'
* * *
Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her
child gets married....somebody doesn't know that
marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a
mother's heartstrings.
* * *
Somebody said a mother's job is done when

her last child leaves home....

somebody never had grandchildren.
* * *
Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so
you don't need to tell her....

somebody isn't a mother.

Yep! It's back. The "Let's Talk" blog. The pointless, "Seinfeld-ish" blog that allows blogging fanatics to talk away the hours day and night. Where you can talk about your aunt Sally's hysterectomy or your dog's neutering (or vice-versa!). Basically, anything goes!

In past blogs, we had a great time blogging into the wee hours of the morning. It's usually a very nice group of bloggers on this particular blog. Occasionally, things go haywire and we run into a snag. But in the end, it's all good.

For those of you that are experienced in this blog, I welcome you back with open arms. For the newbies, I extend my most sincere invitation to you to join in. Just pop in and say "hi" or jump right in and join an exsisting conversation. Or, start one on your own. We are pretty open to topics. Our topics take more twists and turns than any ride you can find at Six Flags.

So, pull up a chair, grab your favorite beverage and your comfy slippers and LET'S TALK AGAIN!