Handygirl
It’s the little things, really, that make me happy. A cup of hot chocolate, a grin from either of my girls, a walk in the park. Oh, and changing my own water filter for the first time.
I do most of the stuff around the house for myself. I call my brother if it’s something that requires tools I don’t have, and I have professionals do things that neither of us should do (like furnace and air conditioner maintenance), but I still get lots of satisfaction from doing the little things. RC may have had to install the faucet for me, but I can change the filter all by myself. Hang a picture? I do it. Repair a hole in the wall? Call RC. Now, if I could just get over myself and learn to do simple car maintenance… the most I can do is fill the washer fluid and replace the windshield wipers.
Meme - Day 9
I got the idea for this post from Melissa at Sarcomical, and thought it was a pretty cool meme.
- What is your first name? Amanda
- What is your favorite food? Pizza
- What high school did you go to? Salem Park Academy
- What is your favorite color? Pink
- Who is your celebrity crush? Clive Owen
- What is your favorite drink? Mojito (hey, we have the same favorite!)
- What is your dream vacation? Europe (over several months, especially the UK)
- What is your favorite dessert? Caramel Walnut Brownies
- What do you want to do when you grow up? No idea!
- Who/what do you love most in life? My Nieces
- Choose one word that describes you? Mellow
- What is your Flickr name? Little Miss Magic
Now, the pictures that represent the words…
(photo credits: 1. Amanda’s Pennant (Celithemis amanda), 2. Shakey’s Pizza, 3. USS Salem park: what appears to be a World War 2 Nazi German miniature submarine, 4. The closed window, 5. _MG_9768, 6. sunset mojito, 7. Over the mountains and the sea…..:), 8. caramel walnut brownies 012, 9. The Way To The Unknown, 10. through the looking glass, 11. Key Biscayne scene on 22sep06, 12. IMG_0775) Filed under me, meme, nablopomo, photos | Comment (0)
Sleep is for the weak
One of the unfortunate side effects of spending one or more nights at my brother’s each week is that even if I remember my laptop, I usually forget to write a post. See, I’m not one of those disciplined people that write posts ahead and set them to publish later… I’m more of a just-in-time kind of girl.
That’s true everywhere in my life, but nowhere more than my attitude about sleep. I am not an early bird in any way, shape, or form. I hate the alarm clock - in fact, the only thing I like about my alarm clock is the snooze button. I keep thinking I should try one of those clocks that wakes you with light, becoming brighter as the minutes click by. Not that it would help… it’s not that I can’t wake up in the morning, it’s more like my mind just can’t see the purpose in it, and my body is happy to comply.
Unfortunately, I have one of those jobs working for one of those people who sort of expects you to be there at 8am. I’ve been coming to work at 9am for several years now… lately, it’s actually been sliding closer to 9:30. And at the beginning, I felt guilty. I worried about the ramifications of coming in late. I even bought this book. Apparently, there really aren’t any negative ramifications for showing up late… yet. I guess I’m silently rebelling against the 8-5 mentality, and hoping the fact that I still work 40 hours or more a week is more meaningful than what time I actually get to work. All of this is one of the reasons that the ROWE appeals to me so much. I’d love to work somewhere where the results of my work are more important to my manager than the hours I worked to obtain them.
It’s a frustrating work environment for me, for sure. I wish I didn’t feel so stuck where I am… but until ROWE becomes widespread, I suppose I’ll live with it. At least I have a job, right?
