Last Day

Today is the last day of my dead end job. I start my new one on Tuesday. I have high hopes that this one will lead to bigger and better things for me. The first day of school, and the last day of school were always the most emotional. It’s the same with a job. I’m glad to be leaving, but I’m scared that I won’t be as good at my next job. I’m scared that the people won’t like me or won’t be as nice. I have to remind myself to be brave. Good things only come to those who are brave enough to try new things. I’m also a little sad for the people that I’m leaving behind. This office will be very boring without me here.

I’m also sad today because my friend’s dad is dying. They think it might be his last day too. I can’t get my mind off the pain she must be suffering. No matter how old you are, it must feel like you are being orphaned when your parent dies. He always seemed so full of energy to me. He seemed like someone that would live to be a hundred years old. I can picture him making jokes, thick with a boston accent that never seemed to fade. And his poor wife....to be left alone after forty years. It’s heartbreaking to think of her. I would be half the person I am without my husband, and we’ve only been married for five years. Cheers to you Rodger Padden. May your next step be everything you dreamed it would be.

I don’t have much humor or creativity to release today. Today is a sad day that has the audacity to be unseasonable sunny and warm. I can’t wait until after work when I can see my Henry. In order to take my mind off the generation that is beging to leave us, I want to be with the one that we will leave behind. I promised to take him to Costco and buy him “Flushed Away”. He’s so excited. I’m hoping that his excitement will drown my own sorrow.

On a lighter note: Anna Nicole Smith's dauhter now has FIVE potential baby daddies. 1) Howard 2) Zsa Zsa's old fart husband 3) Larry Birkhead 4) The chef/personal trainer/body guard 5) The frozen sperm of her fossilized husband J. Howard Marshall. This woman's life is like a greek tragedy. Next thing you know we will find out the baby daddy is actually her son Daniel. Don't laugh, he is the only man that came within ten feet of her that she hasn't slept with!

Self Portrait

My birthday was earlier this week. Some of my presents were new albums that were lovingly placed on my ipod, by my husband. I’m especially enjoying the Miles Davis and the Norah Jones. Maybe it’s the weather. It’s an unusually foggy morning here in Denver and blues music compliments a foggy day.

I would like to give a shout out to all those who made my birthday great. This list includes: My previously mentioned husband, who gets more thoughtful every year; my generous parents, who supplied me with some good grub and some fun money for new chocolate brown clogs; my lovely and fun friend who has kept me smelling good with new Kheil’s products; the people who gave me a job interview that day, which left me with hope in my heart; and those cousins and friends who contacted me to let me know I was special. Thanks to you all. You are the reason there is a twinkle in my eye.

Please enjoy my self portrait. It’s a combination of trying to take a picture of myself at work, and a creation made in Playdoh, while hanging out with Henry.

It’s only 11:30 AM and I’ve already eaten a donut, an almond danish, a peanut butter and honey sandwich, a sugar free jello cup, and a 100 calorie pack of Doritos. I gross myself out....