Thanks to the well wishes and prayers (and my excellent resume) I landed the Claims Asst. gig! I started 12/03 and like it so far. The people here are fun to work with and the training is going well.
Thanks again for all the support. Hope you all had a beautiful Christmas and Happy New Year to come....
Friday, December 28, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
GOBBLE ... GOBBLE
I'd like to share a famous Family Thanksgiving Day story....
It started in Granada Hills, CA. on Wednesday November 22nd, 1972 "Thanksgiving Day Eve ".
My Dad was sent to the store to buy my very overdue pregnant Mother rolls. As luck would have it there was a bread strike so the rush of shoppers were in full force.
My Dad ran through the last store in search of rolls (visited about 5 stores). He finally spotted one lonely bag of precious rolls, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed a lady running to the shelf. Being the gentlemen that he is, my Dad resisted the urge to do a full body tackle and let her grab the rolls.
My parents decided to make homemade rolls after the unsuccessful search. At about 5pm (mid bake) my Mother's contractions started. They dropped everything and raced to the hospital. After 3 hours of labor the Dr. sent her home with sleeping pills.
At 7am, Thanksgiving morning the labor intensified and at 2:50pm I finally decided to come into the world. (due date was October 6th)
The whole family waited in anticipation and had to eat vending machine tuna salad sandwiches for Thanksgiving dinner. I am routinely reminded of this fact during each yearly feast and quite frankly have been nothing but trouble ever since.
The DR. came out to the waiting room to share the happy news. (he had broken his foot and was furious that his holiday was ruined.) After the announcement he spotted my Grandfather smiling and stated "What are you smiling at? You didn't have a baby." my Grandpa quickly replied "What did you do, kick one of your patients?"
This is one of the many funny family stories and it reminds me that humor is the spice of life and I am proud to say my family never fails to to make me laugh.
I love you guys and Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
Friday, November 2, 2007
FREEDOM!
Yes its true, I am free from bondage! FREEDOM!!!
My last day with the company of doom is today, November the 2nd, year 2007.
My last day with the company of doom is today, November the 2nd, year 2007.
For the first time in my life I am tremendously happy to be unemployed....
Please wish me luck in my job search! I have a very important interview next Thursday w/ King County for a similar postion.
Only differences: high wage, superior benefits at low cost, job stability, pension plan, generous 401k match, professional management, and lets not forget less stress...
I'd like to send a special thank you to my husband for supporting me through this.
~ Jeni S. Mcleod
Friday, October 26, 2007
Fetish or Halloween Costume?
Let me start by saying I come from the time when a Halloween costume was created at home. For example; " The Bum", "The Cowgirl" or the "Sheet Ghost".... Here's my recent experience while looking for dog costume ideas...(don't laugh)
A theme was emerging. And it wasn't Halloween. Since when did Halloween costumes become marital aids? The hobo has turned into the Hillbilly Honey. The traditional vampire is now the Mistress of Darkness. I have nothing against playing erotic dress-up, or even mass-market fetishism. I'd just prefer it didn't converge with a family holiday (and wasn't sold next to the dryer sheets). If you want to play cheerleader at home, go team. But trick-or-treating with your children in anything featuring latex and cleavage seems like a little too much trick. Some kids were confused. "Where are the monsters? they asked. "Where are the superheroes? I pointed weakly to Wonder Woman and her thigh-high boots. "She's pretty, said a 4-year-old(approx age). Before adding, "You can see her breasts. ~ Need I say more?
A quick trip to Wal-Mart and Target revealed some interesting costume selections. While the hemlines were slightly lower on the Target French Maid and Cheerleader, Wal-Mart hewed to form with a saucy Red Riding Hood and a naughty rag doll, advertising a "sultry vinyl bodice and thigh highs ... lollipop not included.
A theme was emerging. And it wasn't Halloween. Since when did Halloween costumes become marital aids? The hobo has turned into the Hillbilly Honey. The traditional vampire is now the Mistress of Darkness. I have nothing against playing erotic dress-up, or even mass-market fetishism. I'd just prefer it didn't converge with a family holiday (and wasn't sold next to the dryer sheets). If you want to play cheerleader at home, go team. But trick-or-treating with your children in anything featuring latex and cleavage seems like a little too much trick. Some kids were confused. "Where are the monsters? they asked. "Where are the superheroes? I pointed weakly to Wonder Woman and her thigh-high boots. "She's pretty, said a 4-year-old(approx age). Before adding, "You can see her breasts. ~ Need I say more?
Wesley Snipes Indicted on Tax Fraud
Wesley Snipes was charged last Tuesday with failing to pay taxes and conspiracy in an indictment that could put the actor and producer behind bars for more than 40 years..
"Each of the conspiracy and false claim charges carry a maximum sentence of five years imprisonment," prosecutors added, noting: "Snipes is also charged with six counts of failing to file income tax returns."
"Snipes also faces up to one year imprisonment on each charge of failing to file income tax returns," they said.
"Each of the conspiracy and false claim charges carry a maximum sentence of five years imprisonment," prosecutors added, noting: "Snipes is also charged with six counts of failing to file income tax returns."
"Snipes also faces up to one year imprisonment on each charge of failing to file income tax returns," they said.
Can anyone show me where in the constitution it states that U.S. citizens have to pay taxes on wages. By signing your W-2 you're telling the government that you're volunteering, willing to pay them a % of your wages. Look it up! Oh, and guess what the IRS is NOT part of the U.S. government. Imagine that!
Thursday, October 25, 2007
I Have the POWERRRR!!
Aha! I have been granted permission to write on the blog of another! Oh, the power! The things I could write! The truths I could reveal! The ideas I could share with the world!
Or, I could just say "hi"...
Thanks for the backstage pass, Jen! Great to see you hitting the blog universe (note that I refuse to use the word "blogosphere". I've barely gotten myself to use the word "blog").
And for the rest of you, feel free to drop by and see my own blog at Michael O'Blogger.
Remember this basic fact of life as we know it...words can change the world. Or, at the very least, really piss people off...
Or, I could just say "hi"...
Thanks for the backstage pass, Jen! Great to see you hitting the blog universe (note that I refuse to use the word "blogosphere". I've barely gotten myself to use the word "blog").
And for the rest of you, feel free to drop by and see my own blog at Michael O'Blogger.
Remember this basic fact of life as we know it...words can change the world. Or, at the very least, really piss people off...
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
New Zealand Trip 09/09/09
New Zealand Air and Campervan
Free stop over in Tahiti
Round trip Airfare from Los Angeles to Auckland
8 days Maui Spirit 2 T/S Campervan.
Free transfers to Maui depot
Unlimited Mileage
Includes NZ tax (GST 12.5%)
Nationwide roadside assistance & 24 hr helpline.
NYC departures include 2 night hotel stay in Papeete
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
"I feel the need for speed...."
I have the good fortune of living close to my workplace and this fact allows me to drive leisurely (on most days). Yet having once been the unfortunate commuter; I can immediately spot the morning speeders rushing to get to the gridlocked freeways. I will sometimes get out of the way, drive to meet the frenzied pace, or simply drive the speed limit.
I prefer the later because it allows me to relax, wake up, and prepare myself for the more than likely stressful day at the office. I'm sure a person can picture a time when they have intentionally driven slow or cautious to annoy those obnoxious speeding drivers...
Keep this mental picture in mind for the next paragraph.
I drove into work this morning; the sun had just risen, the cloudless sky was a soft pink hue and Mt. Rainier was presenting its purple majestic shadow. The perfect morning for a drive.
I left early and was enjoying the sights from the red traffic light, when the light turned green I approached my turn and just at the curve a Silver Lexus Coupe decides to turn right from the traffic light across the intersection. I quickly sharpen my turn to arrive in the right lane as "Iceman" speeds through on my left.
My casual drive quickly turned into the Indie 500. I wasn't about to let this jerk pass me when I had the right of way. My inner "Cruella Deville" instantly took over. I unfortunely do not own a fast sports car (Mitsu Mirage) so I was passed shortly after my pedal to the medal move... I was able to calm down enough before arriving at work and enjoy the rest of the drive.
I prefer the later because it allows me to relax, wake up, and prepare myself for the more than likely stressful day at the office. I'm sure a person can picture a time when they have intentionally driven slow or cautious to annoy those obnoxious speeding drivers...
Keep this mental picture in mind for the next paragraph.
I drove into work this morning; the sun had just risen, the cloudless sky was a soft pink hue and Mt. Rainier was presenting its purple majestic shadow. The perfect morning for a drive.
I left early and was enjoying the sights from the red traffic light, when the light turned green I approached my turn and just at the curve a Silver Lexus Coupe decides to turn right from the traffic light across the intersection. I quickly sharpen my turn to arrive in the right lane as "Iceman" speeds through on my left.
My casual drive quickly turned into the Indie 500. I wasn't about to let this jerk pass me when I had the right of way. My inner "Cruella Deville" instantly took over. I unfortunely do not own a fast sports car (Mitsu Mirage) so I was passed shortly after my pedal to the medal move... I was able to calm down enough before arriving at work and enjoy the rest of the drive.
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