What's In a Name?

The Mongolians now have to come up with the once forbidden last name. See full article. I can't imagine not having or knowing my last name - it's my father's and my history; therefore, very special to me. But let's say for the past 80 years in America last names have been illegal and suddenly I am forced to chose, what would I choose? Would it be a name of someone famous in the past or something unique about me? That would be hard. I don't think I would take the last name of someone famous, even if I respected him or her, that would feel a little like stealing. Maybe, I'd take one of those names that describes your profession - Dana Lackey, Dana Dump-On? I truly don't know. I am glad, I have my name and don't have to choose to one - I fear I would have an identity crisis.

Cable - My Friend Has Returned

Life is beginning to return to normal - as I blog here and now, the Charmed Ones are on the tube in the background. It is odd how the TV plays a vital role in our lives. I can stand to clean in the kitchen if I have the TV to listen too as I do it. For the last two weeks even though I was busy working on the house, I missed the background noise of the TV.

Here's another odd tidbit, when all's I had was my books and no TV - I didn't want to read. Today, I could have watched the TV but instead I chose to read from 9 to 11:30. I enjoyed so much more knowing I had the option. I fear that I am addicted to my TV.

Christmas in June

I am exhausted and emotionally spent. I've been in my pj's since 6 p.m. trying to put myself together again. I unraveled yesterday and once that's done it's hard to get back raveled again.

I hid in my office most of the day but was forced out by the little boy who came back from a seminar/workshop. Where the man went, I have no idea, but the wee one sitting at his desk talking about the latest version of the Adobe video products was so refreshing, a little like Christmas morning. I jokingly teased him about trying to leave his office twice and getting pulled back in but it was nice to see him so stoked about what we do at work. These moments don't occur often and I am happy when they do.

Alls I need is a Hibachi, an Up-Do and an Apron

I've moved into 1969, complete with children on bicycles, families working in their yard every evening and one little gentleman who walks daily with khaki walking shorts, safari straw hat and white calf high socks who waves hello every time you drive past. I like my neighborhood - it's good for a single girl. Harold and Benny, my immediate neighbors, will watch over the place for me.

My office is now set up in my house, my computer is set up and my books are out. I have the neat things I enjoy surrounding me - I hope to have some time to relax and enjoy them - soon real soon. Imagine 7 shelves 9.5 feet long from floor to ceiling covered with books and smiley faces and you will have a small idea what one side of my office looks like.

This new house has all the sounds of a new strange place and I am easily scared. One night, I got spooked and had to turn the hall light on but in time these things will pass.

There are things about buying a home of your very own when your single that just aren't right. One, it's a lot of work and without my parents I couldn't have done one-quarter of the work. Two, it's reminds you that life didn't turn out the way you wanted and you have to push forward anyway. And three, I have managed for 37 years to never have mowed a yard and I am going to have to learn. I've always said that a man's job was to fix the car and squish the bugs but now I add mow the yard - I think I need a man quickly, I don't want to learn how to mow (sigh).

My cable goes in on Saturday, I am so out of the loop. Can anyone tell how goes the political race? Who's stuck his foot in it this week?

Drizzle and Fizzle-My Life And the Weather

Rain, Rain, go away and don't come again - EVER! I hate the rain, I really and truly hate the rain. When it rains the custodial workers either fix the freaking A/C or crank it down, I swear I would have froze today had it not been for my space heater.

I am back to waiting for work to come in and that just drives me batty! Everyone needs everything now, so I get to them the jobs now and then they sit on the proofs for a week or two. It just pisses me off.

My brain isn't wire on straight right now, so I have very little to say. I feel so out of touch without my fox news channel. Bill, Greta and the rest - I am missing out on my politics and this isn't a good year to miss out on politics. I will get my cable hooked up and I'll be plugged in then. I knew the first month in the house would be busy so I scheduled the install as late as I could - it'd be okay if I could calm down enough to actually sit and read but I am to wired for that.

anyway...enough for now.

I've Blogged Down and I Can't Get Up

Here's the problem with blogging, when you first start out your excited about this then you develop a routine of jotting down all those brilliant thoughts in your head that others must know. Then life happens and you get busy and miss a day here or there, when you do finally sit down to dump a few quips into this cyber world you go blank. How was it possible that I used to blog daily and enjoyed it? Now that I am out of the groove and I feel guilty for not blogging but I am not blogging because I am blank of anything relevant to say. How do you get back that creative spastic one once you've ignored her? I need my spastic mojo back!

Jazz Better Than Any Drug!

I am sitting here in my make-shift office/study, drinking my coke with Nina Simon (the greatest jazz singer ever) belting out "I put a spell on you," and I have to smile. My house, my coke and my jazz - life is good at this moment.

So, here's the thought - who would you put a spell on, if you could? I'd fly straight to Ireland and work that mojo on Gabrielle Burne. The sexiest man alive - that accent, that demeanor, that class that oozes out of him just sends chills down my spine.

I wonder if I'll ever date again? If I do, a quiet classy guy with dark hair and tall (6 foot or more) would be nice. The jazz is getting to me....man, I love her! Enough for now, got music to relish.

Bored Silly, Stiff and Out of My Mind

Today has been a total waste of time! The Spanish translator came down to make the correction to the Spanish version of our handbook, this she has to do because she doesn't have Indesign on her computer. I was bumped off my machine around 8:15 a.m. and she finished at 3 p.m. I am not angry at her it's just one of those things we have to do but man, has this day been long. I cleaned the office, hung out with Waldo, played computer games on L.'s computer when she was away. It's only 3 p.m. and I feel as though I have been here an eternity.

Random question of the day...why do hair and nails continue to grow after we die?

I need a vacation.

Here's a pic of my office space. Hope you can see my desk! 

I'm Working My Butt Off - T's Playing!

I am covered with paint, attacking a bedroom door painting as fast as I can to get two doors painted so they can dry enough to get the final coat of paint on today and all of suddened my cell phone begins ringing. I drop the roller in the tray, grab my nice leather Coach purse (smearing paint on the handle) dig for the phone only to discover another Commencement crisis at work. I talk co-workers through the issue and worry that chaos is happening. At 10 p.m., I get back to my apartment and check Co-worker T/Waldo's blog to see if he was going mad in my absence - low and behold what do I see? BOOB's - I am not going to worry about T anymore!

I wish I could have the same kind of fun at work that T does!

Does Any Body Know How To Proof Any More?

Final proof means just that final. Why is it so hard to proof something for print but so easy to spot the errors after print? I find it amazing too, when I send something to proof and say check my corrections they don't but when something is left off they are quick to grab their copy of the edits and say "we made the corrections on the proof we sent you." Yeah, but there were more than 50 corrections to make and I sent the final proof for them to make sure I'd made all the corrections! If they are going to keep edits to proofs to use against me, why don't they save us all the trouble and money, and use them as comparison on the final proof as they are supposed to do!

I hate graduation time!

Nodding Off In Front of My Monitor

Fair warning fellow bloggers, I got a taste of what weeks ahead of me are going to be like and I fear my blog entries will be sparse. I am trying to keep my all consuming house information separate from my spastic personal blog; however, currently there is very little in my brain but house thoughts and ideas. My body is reeling from one nights work and I fear by Friday, I will be crawling into work. I need sleep. My eyes are burning from the lack of sleep. My arms are aching from removing shower doors, curtain rods, a million and five screws strategically placed in the most bazaar places, etc., etc.

While you might not hear from me nightly, I will be check everyone's for the latest tidbits of news. Why not blog at work, you ask? Mainly, because I really don't feel creative here and don't want to bore you or myself.

Anyway, enough for now.

A Question from Venus to Mars

I never laughed so hard when I saw Andy's blog and the photos he had posted and then thought about the pic of naked men on my blog. We must be on opposite sides of the polar universe. I love to ask the annoying question "Why?" and that photo of many naked men running and flapping in the wind inside a football stadium made me ask why? These men need a hobby or women to control them. This really has to be a guy thing and therefore, I cannot wrap my brain around this. Would some male please explain why men would want to bare all and expose their trinkets?

Things You See On the Internet

Why? Boys are confusing! 

When Good Things Happen - Look For the Bad

Why is it that when really good things are happening to you, some incident comes along and sucker punches you? What's worse is that since I am a girl, I cry and I've cried a lot today. Some days I wish I only knew myself and no one could effect my world and I couldn't effect theirs. I hate interpersonal relationships, I suck at them.

Guilt Trip By Seamus

Things are so crazy right now with trying to pack and buying all the things I will need once I own my home. Everyday at lunch I am either buying something or pricing things. Today I thought "I've had enough, I'll go see mom and Seamus." It was icky misting and I didn't feel like getting out in it. However, when I got home, mom wasn't there and Seamus was standing at the gate very depressed to be out in the cold.

Since I couldn't let him in the house for longer than 20 minutes, I decided to just go say hello through the gate. He pressed his nose through the bars and as I petted his little face and brushed off the dirt around his nose and mouth, he closed his eyes and kept them closed. It was as if he were saying "if I close my eyes she won't go." It was horrible when I went to leave, he just sat there as if I had just killed his best friend.

I don't think I'll ever do that again - made me feel like dirt!

Enough for now.

Blogger Changed, So I Thought ... Why Not?

It doesn't take much to inspire me for change. I embrace change after I get over being pissed that it changed. I was bored with my colorless blog so this gave me a good excuse. I also thought now that we can add pics you all might like to meet Seamus who was the subject of so many entries. He's a sweetie who believes if he's not in your lap the world is about to crash. By the way, he's twice as big as he is in that pic.

Will this week ever end? I am amazed at how slow it has gone. I needed time to move just a little faster...do you know where H.G. hid his machine?

I am craving conversation that doesn't include my house or my work. I need one of those phone calls where the caller calls to chats about all the stuff that is happening in their life. I need all the distractions I can get. I feel as though I have become self absorb and I don't like it. I want to hear about others and their news.

Maybe I'll call that ex-boyfriend who called me a couple of weeks ago just to see how he's doing. lol! I want my little uncomplicated life back.

I need outside interference - hit me with your best shot! I am a webble, I wobble but I won't fall down!

By the way, this new blogger system is okay until you can't find something that was once there and is now moved, however, it is easier to maneuver.

Help me! Help me! I've got nothing creative left to blog about. I've got no spastic energy to move me. Help me! Help me!

Today is Mother's Day and with all the chaos in my life I couldn't do one of my favorite things - make her dinner. My kitchen is packed, my dining room table is broke down, so I did the next best thing I could. I went to the grocery store and bought bread, lunch meat, chips, potato salad and a cheese cake. She laughed and laughed and then thanked me for not coming to house and making dinner, which would have left her with a wreck of kitchen. I love my mom and wanted her to know I wanted to make her dinner to show her I appreciate her.

Enough for now!

This morning was the like something out of the Twilight Zone. Co-Worker T's wee one was a little puny and he called in saying that he would be out. Then the Boss calls in with bad heart burn and says going to stay home and come in after lunch. Then Co-worker T. IM's me stating he's coming in after all.....Are they coming? Are they staying? It was rather funny.

I need more work to come in! I am pinging off the walls waiting for the proofs to come back. I have only three more commencement programs to complete and I will be done with that hell!

Enough for now, me sleepy.