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New software, late evenings, and England

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This week has been a different one. Work, for me at least, has given me a breather.  We are in our so-called "downtime" which just means the phones are not crazy off the hook.  Everyone around me, though, has gone nuts with our new software installation.  Our days at the office involve answering phones and taking orders. My main directive at the office is to answer phones, and direct customers to their account reps.  I check routes, and make sure all the drivers have their papers in order.  This new software gets rid of the old order-taking system and installs a new one.  Needless to say, it's going to be a big change.  I can' t say, though, that I'm excited to go in on Monday when it actually goes live.  I haven't learned the new system thoroughly enough to be comfortable with it.  As tech savvy as I am, I loved the old system - but know that the old must fall away sometimes to make way for the new.   Life will move on whether I'm ready or not - n

Wordless Chocolate Wednesday

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You can go to Pinterest here to find links and recipes. They are part of my decadent dessert pin board. 

Friday style and wishes

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Poetic Wednesday

I found this poem from Thomas Merton on Rachel Held Evans blog .  She is a refreshing slap in the face at times, and I have found her blog to be quite delightful.  She has altered this poem to the feminine - I think it's awesome .  There must be a time of day when the woman who makes plans forgets her plans and acts as if she had no plans at all.   There must be a time of day when the woman who has to speak falls very silent and her mind forms no more propositions, and she asks herself: Did they have a meaning?   There must be a time when the woman of prayer goes to pray as if it were the first time in her life she has ever prayed.  When the woman of resolutions puts her resolutions aside as if they had all been broken, and she learns a different wisdom.   Distinguishing the sun from the moon, the stars from the darkness the sea from the dry land, and the night sky from the shoulder of a hill.

Getting that monster out.

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Slightly pensive today.  Watch out.  I wish at times I could hold in my feelings.  I know I seem happy and smiling most of the time - and I am.  But as I've gotten older, I realized that I won't hold things in anymore.  If there is an injustice, I need to say something about it or somehow get my viewpoint in.   That's not always a good thing.  I will probably do it anyway.   People don't always want to hear everyone's viewpoint.  I'm no different.  If someone tries to tell me that I'm doing something wrong, I probably won't listen.  I really should sometimes.  Maybe I'm too abrasive?  Maybe I'm too one-sided?  I like to think that criticism, in its finest form, is a way to better oneself.  I believe that firmly.  It still doesn't mean I won't bristle when I hear it!  We all do.   Working in an office, I've learned to take constructive criticism way better than I used to.  When I realize the person isn't doing it to at

Blog Post Love

I found this lovely post from a fellow blogger that I just had to share.  Check out her blog at Hannah, just breath...   The imagery is so beautiful that I fell in love with her style of writing.  Take a gander... I just want to splash through puddles all day long. My father used to make my sisters and me breakfast every morning before school. It was his time with us, while my mother stayed burrowed beneath the covers in the quiet darkness of their bedroom. He’d whip together pancakes or eggs and bacon, sometimes cinnamon buns, sometimes waffles or oatmeal. Always a tall glass of orange juice, oftentimes a plate of grapes or sliced bananas, and, once a year, homemade doughnuts. We’d stumble downstairs one by one and fall into our seats at the table, red-eyed and rumbling to get out the door to school, and my father, God love him, would quickly place steaming plates or bowls before us and give the weather forecast and ask questions about the day ahead. What I reme

Teary, but happy!

My latest offering for my online blog at The Bargain Hunter  left me a little teary.  I'm a happy mom, though, my kids are the best.  Read away and let me know what you think and maybe tell me some of your own stories?   It's her now. What do you do when all the tinsel is packed away, the last Christmas ball is found under the couch, and the sparkly white lights on the porch shine their last hurrah? What do you do when it’s time for your child to fly away into the vast gray skies back to their life in a faraway college town?    You hitch up your boots, hug them hard, and say goodbye. Christmas is long gone, safely ensconced in the annals of time.  New Years has come with all its glitzy once-in-a-lifetime craziness.  We ushered it in and watched it leave, as we slept the day away and filled ourselves with pork and kraut.  As the days grew closer to that inevitable trip to the airport, each hour and second that passed were denied in the only way we know how to do – ignore

Encouragement For The Week

Encouragement For The Week From a beautiful blog called Clover Lane...