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Hidden Agendas and Liars Can Be Annoying...........
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Posted:Aug 13, 2008 12:54 pm
Last Updated:Aug 16, 2008 8:39 am 1906 Views
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It's a major league pet peeve when someone lies and thinks that I am dumb enough to believe the lie.
When I called my Younger Brother in Arkansas to let him know that I would be heading to Arkansas to pick up my computer. I was told that when he picked up some of my property at My Sister-In-Law's House - the computer was among the missing. The computer was a dinosaur so I'll just get a new one but when I inquired about the computer, I was called "Roadside Trash, A Trucker , and a Crazy Wannabe Witch!"
Dah! Smoke and Mirrors! Some folks justify doing wrong by vilifying others.
So..........Recently, I've working on getting a job transfer. When I faxed in a request at a distribution center - I was told the job required constantly lifting 70 pound or more -
A Wise Man told me That lifting more than 60 pounds unassisted is against OSHA Regulation. So someone is speaking out of thier A$$hole. What's the Motivation and Hidden Agenda?
I was advised that I might be too Female and too OLD to be considered for the job. I usually run circles around some of the guys at work younger or otherwise.
Life on Life's Terms. I did a telephone interview for Sam's Club. It seems like a much nicer place to work regardless even if I do have to drive further to get there.
Life on Life's Terms
So Yesterday, I was approached by the Landlord who advised me that he would be raising the rent to an amount that exceeds my paycheck. My intuition tells me that he's got a hidden agenda and smoke blowing out of his A$$. He offered to return my deposit plus $100. if I would leave early.
Actually, it will work out good because I was worried about having to pay him an extra months rent because of the 30 day notification requirement.
Nevertheless, It's still annoying because I know he is not being truthful. I am an ideal tenant because I don't smoke, drink, party, usually pay the rent two weeks early and keep the apartment neat.
Oh Well! Life on Life's Terms. It is my belief that some folks are not as progressed as others but eventually they will progress too. The whole purpose of being on the Red Road/Earth Walk is to progress. Progress Not Perfection.
We all Trudge the Road and eventually find Happy Destiny.
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Here Come the Crones
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Posted:Aug 11, 2008 12:34 pm
Last Updated:Aug 16, 2008 7:09 am 1595 Views
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This weekend I was laughing as Joe's Mother zipped her way all over Montpelier (James Madison's Old Abode) on a motorized scooter.
I remarked that something to the effect that Crones have the best time and was surprised that Joe and his sister had a different prospective of the term Crone.
I have a circle of female friends and this is a term of respect for "Seasoned" Women.
Women's Wisdom - Our Heritage
For millennia women’s wisdom was honored; crones were revered. Today women are reclaiming the identity and status of the ancient crone. We are coming of age, accessing our wisdom and acting upon it. Croning is the process of becoming active wise women.
I flew to California in 2000 to join my friend Sue to attend a Goddess Festival. One of our activities was to group the women according to our age group. We put together a ritual based on the experiences of being that age.
The Crones simply took off their tops, danced around the bonfire and left. Afterwards the Rituals were over, several of us stayed and enjoyed the bonfire. There was drumming and dancing around the fire. Some of us even took our clothes off. There was nobody but us girls to see. 
Now my Friend Sue is a officially a Crone living with another Crone that She can legally marry since they live in California. 
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Montpellier is Not Just A Pregnant Caterpillar in Vermont
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Posted:Aug 10, 2008 6:22 am
Last Updated:Aug 12, 2008 11:42 am 1620 Views
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When my older in Kindergarten, we used association to memorize the State Capitals. Santa Fe, New Mexico (Santa Claus at a Buffet) Carson City Nevada (Herrrrrre's Johnny) Charleston, West Virginia (Charles Ingles Stuck in a Bathtub) - Montpelier, Vermont (A pregnant Caterpillar) ad infinitum...........
It has always been my Mecca to see Monticello which is now a stone's throw from what will soon be my new abode.
I remember telling Josh that Monticello is my Mecca and he would ask "WHY???? "I've seen where Charlemagne was ordained as the King of the European Empire."
Thus far, I haven't seen Monticello but I did see Montpelier this weekend. Joe's Mother has seen Monticello a million times and wanted to see James Madison's Place instead. So off to Montpelier - we went.
After James Madison's Death, Dolly Madison sold the Mansion to the DuPonts who recently deeded it back to the State with the understanding that it would be restored back to how it was when the Madison's lived there.
Thus Montpelier is a work in progress. The tour consisted of showing some of the original construction that was found after removing layers of the newer stuff.
The Graveyards are always an interesting adventure. There is the Family Graveyard with big Stone pillars to honor James and Dolly. I was told that the public can't even walk into the Jefferson Graveyard at Monticello. One gravestone had a woman listed as a Consort with a big Pillar on top of it stating Wife. Hmmmmmm..... Maybe a Wife in the Parlor and a Consort in the Bed Chambers.
The Slave graveyard was found in a Grove of Trees. The Graves were unmarked but identifiable by the indentations in the ground. It seems very peaceful compared to the Family Graveyard.
What was even more valuable about the visit to Montpellier was the companions that I was with. The Magnificent Mr. Joe, His Mother and Younger Sister. Joe's Mother has a wicked sense of humor. She raced around in a riding machine - sneaking cigarettes in places where she wouldn't get caught.
After leaving Montipellier, we dines at a resturant that served way too much food. We splashed around in Joe's Hot Tub and Pool and played Dice Games afterwards.
Montipellier can be compared to the relationship that I have with the Magnificent Mr. Joe.
A Work In Progress
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Job Transfers and the Concept of "Let Go - Let God" However...............
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Posted:Aug 7, 2008 1:10 pm
Last Updated:Aug 9, 2008 4:03 am 1615 Views
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It has been my experience that things tend to fall into place the way they are suppose to and how they are suppose to AND I can get into a WHOLE lot of trouble when Self Will Run Riot becomes the mode.
When I went to Texas, I didn't find a Love Connection but I did find Wal-Mart and it has served me well. Since my track record on Love has not been very good. I am insecure but it's like SkyDiving. I learned to jump no matter how scared I was. Now I like to check and make sure the Parachute is good order. A Caution I would not have been concerned with in the past.
So I am transferring to the Charlottesville Areas to follow the Love Connection. I did the footwork but still project about the results although I know better.
There is a Wal-Mart Distribution Center just right up the road from where I will be living. There is a Sam's Club and a Wal_Mart in Charlottesville which is 27 miles. There is a Wal-Mart Super Center 33 Miles away in Culpepper.
Upon talking to the Folks at the Distribution Center, I was told that I would be required to lift 70 pounds or more constantly. Dang, are they looking to hire Hercules. I work in a Meat Market and I can sling those boxes around but most of them average about 45 pounds. The Heaviest ones are 55 pounds which can be a bit of a challenge to lift. Do they expect me to lift the brand new 150 pounds televisions without dropping them.
I can lift 700 pounds or more with a Pallet Jack or even a Forklift but Dah! Let Go Let God! If They offer me the job, Do I tell them OHSA says I don't have to Lift more that 60 pounds unassisted. Yeah Right.
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Decisons, Three WallyWorld's and A Sam's Club
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Posted:Jul 28, 2008 4:26 am
Last Updated:Aug 11, 2008 1:55 pm 1877 Views
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When I started at WallyWorld - My goal with to stay there six Months and Transfer SOMEWHERE ELSE! I wasn't sure where somewhere else would be but figured circumstances would dictate where?
Experience has taught me that I usually end up exactly where I am suppose to be when I turn it over to my Higher Power.
So instead of being at the job for six months, I've been there for nine months and have really gotten into my comfort zone. I like the job, the folks that I work with and the fact that it takes less than five minutes to drive to work. It makes it real nice for those 4 am start times. Realistically, I know that the only way to promote is to move out of my comfort zone and transfer
I gave up on the possibility of finding a relationship on SFF. In fact, I've given up on the possibility of a relationship EVER being on the horizon for Star.
So...............Along comes Joe - Which means I need to Transfer Regardless. There are four different possibilities. There is a Sam's Club in Charlottesville with a WallyWorld right next to it. There is a Wally World Super Center in Culpepper and a WallyWorld Distribution Center right down the road where where I will live.
Although the Distribution Center is closer - About 12 Miles, My intuition tells me that the Sam's Club in Charlottesville is the best career move. It's a twenty-seven mile drive. Despite gas prices, sometimes closer is not better. The Supercenter in Culpepper would be the second best choice. That's a 33 mile drive. This is something that I will discuss with the Supervisor this week.
I find it interesting that at least three of the Assistant Managers and several of the Associates at the Virginia Store actually live in West Virginia. The Job Market in West Virginia is a disaster and always will be.
There is always the possiblity that the relationship will go South. I am a major league skeptic in this area. Maybe he'll find a new love when he goes to Michigan to visit his family. Maybe he'll reconcile with an old girlfriend. Maybe he finds my hearing aids a turn off. I still remember the pain of the last break-up and feel very insecure with this aspect. Nevertheless, if I opt to stay in my shell and don't reach out............ I'll regret it for the rest of my life.
Life on Life's Terms.... It's could be that my Higher Power wants me to have a Career and LOVE. It's Really Possible.
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How Clean Is Your Abode? Road Trips and the Love Connection
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Posted:Jul 24, 2008 7:22 am
Last Updated:Jul 25, 2008 5:50 am 1437 Views
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Earlier this month, I cleaned my house when TazBoss51000 drove over to meet me for coffee. It only took me 30 minutes because my house was not that Messy to begin with. Yesterday, I drove to his house and we are going to Montecello. (Thomas Jefferson's Former Abode) Yea Ha!!!!
He warned me about his house. It's not messy as I anticipated. Nevertheless...........It will take more than 30 minutes to make it sparkle. I'll start with his bathroom.  I advised him that I am not a Domestic Goddess but at least we won't have to hire a maid.
I bet Thomas Jefferson's house has an entire Housekeeping Staff and Gardeners too.
I was on the Cell Phone with TazBoss as he gave me directions to his house. Interstate 64 past Charlottesville toward Richmond to the Zion Crossing Exit - Left toward Orange to Holly's Tavern where he would meet me. Sounds simple but I did a Google Map as well. I can be directionally challenged, I had a half tank of gas, fourteen dollars cash and about ten dollars in the back. Getting lost in Virginia would not be a good thing.
I googled with my WallyWorld Job site as the Starting Point and ended with Holly's Tavern and added Tazboss's House as an additional destination.
The Map looked Easy - Exit 14 to Exit 121 toward Richmond and exit 136 to the Tavern.
It started to rain. I thought to myself. I must be nuts but here we go. I started counting the mile markers. Exit 26 is Clifton Forge. If I wanted to go to Roanoke - that is where I would turn. Pass Maurry River where the Quakers gather to 50ish mile Markers - Lexington where the mortal remains of Stonewall Jackson, Robert E Lee and his Traveller reside.
About 15 miles out of Lexington, the mile markers suddenly jumped ahead and I I was heading toward the 200 mile markers. Gasp! I hope I didn't take the wrong turn off. A sign said I-64 East so I kept going.
Tazboss called. I generally don't like using my cellphone while driving but if the alternative was getting lost...............
I was about 12 miles from Stanton. I was doing okay, he assured me. Once I reached Stanton - I saw Exit 221 toward Richmond and suddenly the mile makers were lower numbers like they were suppose to be.
I passed Charlottesville and noted there was a Sign to Martha Jefferson Hospital. Dang, a hospitial named for a First Lady. Except she didn't survive long enough to be the First Lady. Too bad they don't name a Hospital for Sally Hemmings. By all rights, she should have been declared the First Lady. Instead, she's buried under the Hampton Inn Parking Lot in Charlottesville. It doesn't seem fair but Life on Life's Terms.
Oh Well, I reached Exit 136 to Zion Crossing and headed for the Big Orange. Yea Ha!!!!!
TazBoss's Abode. I am looking forward to utilizing his hot tub with him in it.
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Yea Haaaaaaaaa! A Mudbogging Date with Bikenski
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Posted:Jul 11, 2008 10:54 am
Last Updated:Jul 13, 2008 4:35 am 1654 Views
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When Bikenski bicycled his cute tush into the Commonwealth of Virginia. - I opted to introduce him to some Appalachian Culturaaaaaaaaaa.........
We drove into West Forgotten by Santa Virginity to the Greenbrier River Trail with our Bicycles. I pointed out a few Geocaching Spots including Galileo's West Virginia Howdy. We stopped at a Local Church where the Rotary Club was holding a Ramp Festival. Ramps are a Southern Delicacy consisting of VERY strong smelling leeks. Afterwards, we rode over to a Mudbogging event and drove Hillbilly Trucks in the Wet Stuff. I offered to compromise his virtue at the local Confederate Graveyard. Bikenski declined so instead we went to Barehunter's House where he was having a Hot Tub Party. A Good Time was had by all.
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Adventures of a WallyWorld Meat Womyn
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Posted:Jul 11, 2008 10:26 am
Last Updated:Jul 12, 2008 8:05 am 1659 Views
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"Where's the Meat Man!" a lady customer demanded.
"I'm the Meat Woman, What can I help you with?" I asked her.
"Well! Ah don't think a woman's place is in the Meat Market. Ah will just have to wait until the Meat MAN gets back," she responded and walked away.
Since she's a customer, I have to be nice regardless. In my not so humble opinion a woman's place is where ever - she wants to be. The meat market is not a bad place to be. It's like going to the gym and getting paid for it despite the fact that the pay sucks swampwater. Does a job ever pay enough and what is enough?
Afterwards, a Gentleman customer asked me where the Brown Sugar Bacon is. "Let me go check in the back room." I came out carrying an entire box of Brown Sugar Bacon and advised him that there was enough Brown Sugar Bacon to add sweetness to his life.
"Right On! Baby!" he replied as he grabbed a couple packages out of the box. Usually the Customers call me Ma'am. In Nevada they called me Honey.
As I was stocking the Brown Sugar Bacon, the lady customer took one for herself. "Where can Ah find the Quaker Motor Oil," she asked. I pointed out where the Automotive Section was. "You might have to ask the Automotive Woman exactly where." I advised her with a wink. 
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