Let me give you some background information, in Girl Scouts, girls "Bridge" up to the next age level of scouting. It's a big thing, a ceremony involving 30 to 50 girls, and times that amount by three for the guest list. There are awards and symbolic tokens presented to each girl. Afterward, we do a little reception serving food. It is a very traditional event and crucial in keeping enrollment numbers up, the girls enjoy being acknowledged in their accomplishments, and they should be. And we do all of this with a $85 dollar budget.

I have sat on the Bridging committee for 7 years only missing one last year. We have sent out the same information to leaders about supplies, awards, RSVP forms, and Bridging requirements, NEVER have I had so many stupid questions or lack of follow through.

Dumb bitch has coming out of my mouth way to much this last week, not a very Girl Scout thing to say, but come on people!

• Who does not know where to buy tissue paper? Umm ...what mother has never been in the gift bag isle at the grocery store? Or get creative and go to Michael's!
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• Who does not know how to make tissue paper flowers? Come on folks we learned that in elementary school?
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• Who does not know what "paper products for food service" is? Huh, let's see, maybee, anything you don't wipe your nose or butt with.
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• Who does not know it is NOT okay to RSVP 30 or more guests 24 hours before the event? Huh, you can come, but you can't eat!
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• Who does not know if you plan on Bridging you cannot let the produce/ director/ emcee/ program layout artist know the night before? The program has been printed, the emcee has the Script, and if you didn't have 12 girls that would be disappointed I would tell you where to take your RSVP!

I am so retiring!!

I am now gainfully, unemployed, for the first time ever the state will be paying my paycheck. I have never collected unemployment, and couldn't imagine it would be so easy, five minutes online and I am good to go! So much easier then finding a job! My plans for the future is to milk unemployment for as long as possible and play spring away, I can't wait to do some yard work, get the house organized, and NOT GO TO WORK!

Photo, Courtesy of Crystal, Riley playing in the a mud puddle!

Work is like sitting in a waiting room...

Phew...tax season is done, I am so exhausted, I mean really, actually working, MAYBE 1.5 of the 8 hours I had to worked this week. For instance, today, I made one journal entry (billing postage, for all the tax extensions filed), part of a crossword, made four 6 page print outs, did two Sudoku puzzles, read three chapters in my book, answered ONE phone call, listened in on a phone call about what kinds of nasty things people do financially to each other during divorce, and worked on a cross stitch I started last May.

Our Henry? Maybe not...

Doing some more research, I now believe I was wrong in my last post, I believe the man I mistook for my Grandfather, was Henry Hathaway (AKA Henri Leonard de Fiennes) , one of the film directors of "How The West Was Won" along with "True Grit" and many other amazing movies. The resemblance in the clip from from the trailer was just amazing, I wish I had found some missing family history.

Then, again, I look at this... and say how could you doubt?

What a Find!

I watched "How The West Was Won" although the movie was awesome, I should be posting my review, but I saw something else while watching the trailer... the fever is gone... I don't think I am seeing things...John saw what I did... now you tell me...

Beware of the Bendy Straw!

If you are reading through Blogs and find a post regarding bendy straws , I warn you it is a trick, do not read, navigate from the page for your own safety, for she has found a way to rid herself of her germs, by passing them to innocent readers across the world. I hope I had a chance to return the favor.

My fever* broke yesterday evening and I was able to enjoy some of the pampering my husband was giving, with my bendy straw, chicken noodle soup, and 7-up, I was able to watch another western movie, this time it was "True Grit". My favorite part was when John Wayne was riding across an open field shooting at four outlaws, the way he twirled that riffle, amazing!
If my memory is correct, there are scenes in the movie that were filmed on my Uncle Don's property in Colorado and some of the horses were my Grandfather's. A few years ago, when driving through Colorado, my father and I stopped at a park (I don't remember which town), that looked like a town square, I believe it was the same town square where the hangings occurred in the beginning of "True Grit", it hadn't changed much. Sitting in the parking lot of that park, I was told a funny story about a gun trade, that happened during the filming of the movie... I would like to hear it again.


*If this post is incomprehensible it is due to the fact that I am still lying in my death bed, and the bendy straws my husband brought me are helping very little. I am trying to process the information my eyes and ears are taking in but it just takes so much of my strength, I would just rather lie down in my own self pity, don't talk and don't expect me to listen unless it pertains to just how BAD I feel, it is just too much work to do anything but lay around wallowing in my own misery.