Rain vs. Snow

I'm quite jealous.

Denver is swamped with mountains of radiating, fluffy, white snow and Edinboro, snow capital of Pennsylvania, is bare and wet with ....rain.

Where was winter gone? Was there an unexpected vacation of old man winter? With all this precipitation, I'm starting to wonder what is was we polluted now.

I must be honest: I don't miss bundling up like I am stepping out into the artic every morning. But if March comes and snow doesn't, it will be as if a child was stripped of all Christmas spirit in a holiday movie.

Besides...Edinboro has a reputation. Two hours south they get flurries - two hours north, my turf, is layered with a foot and a half of the frozen, crystalized magic,

Oh snow, where did you go?

Back to the 1st Grade

Let's start out with a shoutout: Happy Birthday Brother - another year of age is upon you!

Now, to the blog-ness:

Life lessons can often be found in the simplest of places, like a kindergarten classroom. One that comes to mind is "everyone makes mistakes", a popular favorite for your guilt-ridden child who just broke a window and is seeking forgiveness through groveling or a rushing flow of kiddie tears. Either way, it applies to everyone, and it's funny how.

I made a mistake today (yes, even "perfection" is not so perfect. Ok, I know you're rolling your eyes, I would be too). Anyway, I made a mistake, and said I was sorry, and the offended, well, victim, umm, each word I use here sounds terrible, so let's just say that the other person said it was fine, I didn't know, the usual. But gee, I still do feel awfully bad about it.

I have a terrible nature of feeling bad about something I did, said, or even didn't do. By digging into the recesses of my memory, I can still pick out classic l.k blunders. It's amazing how one can remember the worst moments in this adventure of life and feel a trickle of sadness and embarrassment arises. I know everyone makes mistakes, but it's hard to let them go.

Maybe there is this nature to perfection that is stressed in culture that we really miss the point that perfection isn't in the design. If perfection were in the design plan, there wouldn't be burnt toast, missed shots, and terrific meals at home.

Actually, the meals at home are good. But how can you miss a shot at someone else's cooking? It was wide open. I had to take it.

I have no problem whatsoever forgetting wrongs done to me. It's hard to remember what I wore yesterday, even today when I'm wearing it, so what is the likely hood of me remembering so many "wrongs" or mistakes?

No doubt, some words stick with you. It's hard to let go of the moments when people make innuendos not to get chubby over the holidays or when words are spoken without thought that stab the heart and slice it in half.

But all in all, there is faith in a healer. And that healer is like none other. He was perfection, He heals - it's like neosporin for your heart. Apply and see.

Apply and see.

How may I help you?

I've headed back to school early for a receptionist job at the church I work for with my part-time job during the school year. They were hard up for a replacement to buy them some more time before they found a new replacement and my name was pulled up. I happily accepted the job because, let's be honest people, a grocery store at minimum wage just doesn't cut it. Plus, sitting versus standing wins by a landslide. This is a nice chair too - wheels even.

Phones are weird. It's like there's a secret method and I keep missing the last step. Good thing I'm not an undercover spy, I'd be blowing up the joint because at the last minute of time left on the bomb, I would sit and ponder "was it the blue or the red I cut?"

All in all, this job is ooper nice. Sure, 8 hours a day, but it's the working world, and I'm their woman! The money is good, the people are great, and it's still not snowing in the area (but the call is still out whether I like that concept. Yes, another day without the snow brush and gloves but it's one less day in April that I can hopes of the summer to come.)

...plus, I've got this great heater under the desk to keep me warm AKA make me feel like my legs are in the Mexican heat on vacation while my hands remain a chilly zero degrees.

Welcome 2007 - how may I help you?