Counting Down

Not much news here...2 work days left at McD's. This week has been easy labor-wise, as we are closed inside due to remodeling the Dining Room and bringing Restrooms up to code.

(The codes have changed since the building was originally built).


It has not been easy on the emotional side. I have found that I am tied to a lot more people a lot more than I realized.

Should I count down?

I celebrated today...by myself in my little apartment. Is that silly? Yes, and I'm okay with that. I officially accepted the job that will take me from McDonald's. I celebrated because I didn't know if it would ever happen. My last day is this Friday. I have enjoyed working at MickeyDee's...its lasted nearly 20 years. But, lately, it hasn't been so much fun. And, of course-more importantly-its standing in the way of other things that mean more to me than the job.

¿De qué se trata?
What means more to you than your job?

Update for Matt

Since Matt didn't like the question about chick-flicks..I offer a short update.
Visit the Sharpening Blog for men, and tell me if you want to post sometimes on it.

*You do need to be a man to post on it.

Thanks!

¿De qué se trata?

The Princess Bride turned out to not be too much of a chick-flick after all.
What's the worst chick-flick you've seen, and what made it so bad?

Pancakes and a Princess

Well, this was one of the better weekends off I've had in a long time (besides the one I spent in Ecuador). I stayed busy, but not with the job. That was nice. Man's breakfast kicked it off Saturday morning. The Church Fiesta closed it well. And...brunch with the YG at Hogan's along with an afternoon movie was great!
Thanks, teens, for reminding me why I wanted to work with you in the first place--and why I want to do it full-time. Thanks also to Gerry and Robin for opening your home yet again.

¿De qué se trata?

Inspired by (or stolen from) the tater.

Fill in the blank:

Its all about ________________.

How I came to be

No, this is not a sex talk. Sorry.
This is a story about how incredible my parents are.
You see, I was adopted. But, there was a possibility I wouldn't have ever known this world. My biological mother was pretty much left alone after the announcement of my conception. My adoptive parents were not exactly in a great position to take on another child, either. They were in their mid-twenties, with 2 girls and a third one on the way. My dad-to-be was a student doing cancer research--Ph.D. candidate. Living in a foreign country. Okay, it was Canada, but still, no other family around.
Anyway, my bio-mom was working for the same company as my dad-to-be. When he heard about her situation, he stepped up. He contacted her and let her know he would take care of me. Do not abort, repeat-do not abort!

I was less than 3 months old when I was delivered to my new parents. To answer a couple FAQ's:

The man and woman that raised me, John and Susanne, ARE my real parents. And they're incredible!
No, I have never had the desire to look up my bio-parents. Neither of them.
My sister and I are 3 months apart, it is possible. We are not twins.
I am not offended when asked about being adopted.

¿De qué se trata?

Do you know me? I need a career change.
What do you think the perfect job would be for me?

Or, what career change would you like to make?

Withdrawal

I don't know when I'll get tired of telling stories from my trip to Ecuador, but I do understand that people will get tired of hearing them. That said, I will tell one more story
My story of withdrawal.
While in Ecuador, I spent a whole lot of time with family--okay, wasn't my family at first, but they became my family. Especially, Jenny and Steph. I was close to them before our trip, and acting as their guardian for that week, we became even closer. We shared a few small crises, lots of meals, naps, and a great adventure. The two days that we spent traveling I was their lifeline, their provider of all. The five days between, I was their authority and guardian. Most of the week, they were near me, and a good part of the time, in my arms or on my lap.
Even when we returned home, after hugging their missed mommies and uncles, etc, they seemed to be still attached to me. (I guess that was ok with me...)
Then, I went back to work.
I went back to working too many hours, I went back to spending time with my other friends (I like that part-have no fear), and, of course, I went back to living in my own home. There is something nice about sleeping in my own bed...but I miss the girls. I miss sharing my morning chocolate coffee with Jenny. I miss Stephie running to me after she had been out playing with neighborhood kids. I actually miss carrying them around at the same time because they wanted to be near me. That was the key right there--they wanted to be near me. I wanted to be near them. I am going through withdrawal.

Do you think God goes through withdrawal when one of His children stops spending time with Him? If you're not sure...read a Gospel. See why Jesus came to Earth!

Follow the Leader

Usually, in the winter I take a couple of ski trips, to refresh myself. This year, I had to give up skiing. But the joy I see in "my kids" eyes, and the fun we had was worth it. This game of follow-the-leader wrapped up around 1:00 in the morning--about 3 hours before we left Ecuador.