Nothi' But Rain

Every week at work I post a different "funny" on my office wall by my computer. This week will be Maxine!! This is SO me in the morning time. One of my bosses is a morning person - he comes and talks to me in the morning. He gives me work - in the morning. He says hello and how are you - in the morning. I want to shoot him - in the morning!

These are some friends of my son. I have no clue who they are - not because I am a disinterested mother but getting me to remember someone's name is like winning the argument of which came first - the chicken or the egg. It's a no-win situation. But it's kids being kids and I thought it'd be fun to post it.





Me at work. Yeah, `you should never leave me without work to do. I find all sorts of silly things to do. This day I pulled out my camera phone and decided to take a picture of myself. The phone survived (always a good thing). Friends have asked if I just have the right arm - of course, I do have a left arm. It was holding the camera phone. Can you imagine a one-armed legal secretary? I suppose though if a one-armed paper hanger can make it work....don't look too close. I turn 47 next month!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeegads!

Confuser..Computer..

I tell ya what - I can type at the speed of light, file pleadings, set depositions, handle my corner of the legal world but God knows I cannot figure a computer out to save my soul. For some reason, IE has decided it and CyberDefender will NOT play nice. Now, Firefox and CyberDefender can get along - but, of course, not Internet Explorer. It has taken me the last few weeks to figure out how to import bookmarks from IE to Firefox so I can at least post!! Please, can't we all just get along? ha ha.

The infamous RMan. We all call him that cuz we met when I needed someone to put a radiator in my former vehicle. Someone said, "you need to talk to" and there ya have it. He still lives in the country and I was born and raised in the city and so there are some differences in what I think and what he thinks when it comes to what you do and don't do when dating someone. One big emotional issue is whether he's gonna take the walls down he's built up from being hurt from his own divorce - she left him after 24 years for someone else - that occurred 2 years ago. My arms get awfully tired sometimes of trying to get over those walls. Then other days I can see where they are coming down some. I don't know. I do know the God we serve, that knows when a sparrow falls from the Earth, knows the number of hairs on our heads - and sits on His throne in all His glory - also will guide and direct my pathway with His word as my lantern. So, even though I worry I really shouldn't. God has a plan; I just need to make sure I follow it.

And remember the infamous Bunny?! Yup - this is her. She has been telling everyone she "wants" RMan and wants to be his girlfriend. Her MySpace page is full of songs like - "My Heart Can't Tell Me No" (Rod Stewart); "Have I Told You Lately That I Love You" (ditto) and other songs like that. This woman is 3 years YOUNGER than I am!! RMan says he considers her a friend and so far, friends and family back him up. I have already explained to him if he plans to date someone else, not trying to be rude, but she dang sure better be prettier than I am cuz, you know, I have an "image". He rolled his eyes and muttered, "I AIN'T gonna date Bunny - EVER"and I think I heard the words "high maintenance" in there....

Whew

Well, the meeting wasn't about Stephen. Thank goodness. It did give me a big chuckle though. My car had broken down yet again...I've stopped counting. I was driving my sister's Ford Expedition - ah, must be nice to have one of those. That baby is loaded with ALL the extras, but I digress. Anywho, seems the church committee thought I had someone living with me. THAT'S why they had the lady member call.

I found this funny because...I mean, come on. If I was dating someone with a Ford Expedition loaded with every luxury item Ford could think of....would we really be staying in a rented home in a small town...I have no pool; I have no hot tub; I just have a simple house. I don't know. The irony made me laugh so hard!!

RMan is still around. Slowly I am figuring out he isn't much for verbally saying he cares but is actually kind of shy so he shows folks by the things he does that he cares. Which makes Bunny come to mind - Bunny is this waitress at a local Omelette Shoppe that, let's just say, "likes" RMan. RMan wants to be just friends with her. Fine and dandy, I say. EXCEPT - every few minutes she is texting him or emailing him or calling on his phone. Finally, this past Saturday I just looked up and said, "You know. Bunny is NOT the best of topics with me."

Now, I did NOT say - don't talk to her, don't answer her texts, don't be her friend. I just simply said what I said. RMan says, "There's nothing to talk about" and guess what? Text, text, text from Bunny. I didn't say a word. I just looked over at him. He didn't move. Didn't answer the text, didn't answer the call. NOW that's what I'm talking about. Showing some respect for the person you are dating....see, only 9 of his knuckles are dragging the ground now! (Just kidding, just kidding. He walks upright pretty well for a male!) And I am happy because we have reached an agreement about Bunny.

Well

RMan says I am a bit...um, high maintenance. I don't think I am but maybe I am. I am spoiled most of the time - not alot, just used to certain things being certain ways. Having doors opened for me, getting a compliment here and there, not spoiled with "things" but I guess spoiled with attention, maybe? I am working on it!

I don't understand yet what makes him tick. I really don't. Most folks I can analyze pretty well; I have a strong gift of discernment. But with RMan, I just don't know. Maybe I am too close to the situation? We are still dating. We go out on the weekend, usually a Saturday. I've met his children. I've met some of his family, here and there. Didn't care for the best friend and his wife too much but RMan doesn't hang with them very often so they are tolerable.

I am waiting now for the landlord to come down. I made the mistake of renting a great home but from a small, local Baptist church who wants to run my life for me. They are driving me insane. I HAVE a church. I am worried though because it is such a small, southern town and my son recently broke up with one of the girls at the church (actually, her mom and I made them break up, they were getting too "close") and I am concerned that is going to be an issue and I'll be told to move out. Yeah - that kind of stuff still happens in small towns, believe it or not. I am waiting now for the landlord to come. She had called earlier but I was eating supper and I can't reach her on the phone so I am sitting here worried.

One of my favorite pics. Can you believe I took it with my camera phone?!! It's from the deck of my (sick) sister's lake place. I was tired of sitting inside watching hour after hour of tv. There really isn't much to do up there if you don't ride a boat of some sort (which I don't cuz they stay out for HOURS and I am not into that)and any time we tried to talk, Dee would have us "turn the tv up louder." It was a beautiful day and yet one of the most boring days I've ever had. But I did get a pretty picture as I sat outside on the deck.


This cute fellow is Ozzie. He is my son's new pup. Ozzie has some Snauchser (however you spell it) and a little Husky in him. Trust me, he acts like an Ozzie but he looks like a Stewart. SDS went bonkers when I said name him Stewart (I have NO idea why) so now we have a poopy named Ozzie!

This is my nephew, the cop, in his U-G-L-Y Auburn University shirt. He's an Auburn grad (following the steps of my dad and after my nephew, my neice went there. They have all walked away from the light of Alabama - ROLL TIDE!). He insists on wearing ugly orange shirts, just like my buddy Shawn. That's okay, we have a REAL coach now and all Auburn fans are looking over their shoulders! Hee hee.

I told RMan today I was tired of being on the bottom of the list. I told him I doubt I am even on his list. Last Sat we were supposed to go out. He TEXTED me to tell me he was working (he was, but still) he TEXTED me. I was most unhappy. This weekend, of course, now it's something with the motorcycle. His son crashed and broke the drive belt. You know what? That was Wed night. They all stayed at the Omelet Shoppe until 12 a.m. chatting Wed night but he does NOT have time for me on a Saturday?

I told him to come get his puppy (Ozzie's sister is supposed to be his) and just have a good weekend without me. I'm through. I officially give up. I'll be the old lady that dies with her dog by her side..hee hee. At least Ozzie loves me?! And Ozzie does know how to give moose kisses! (those are licks, by the way, not real kisses!)

I'm bummed

my saying for this week. Now, I know my source of joy is my relationship with Christ but we're all human and we all get down. I have had the toughest week of my life at work. I actually had to sit down and decide if I was going to go to worktoday.

The 2nd in command's sec is an overwhelmed redneck bitch who cannot do her job. She moved down from Tennessee claiming to be a legal goddess but she doesn't know jack. Yesterday, my boss sent me over to ask her a very simple question and she jumped down my throat and cussed me out. I told her, very calmly, well, let's get my boss on the phone and you can tell him what you just said to me. Only, as freaking always, he is on the phone. More cussing from her and more chewing out. I finally laughed in her face and said "girl - you better find you another job cuz you can't handle the one you've got." she dog cussed me some more. i start to walk off but i turn around, look at her and said in my most meanest voice "and don't you EVER talk to me again like you just did. Your ass can't handle your job and that's not MY fault."

Well - she sent an email to her boss and demanded a meeting with him for today (the day after). He's busy, doesn't want to be bothered and didn't respond to her email. She sent it before she left yesterday and just assumed he had rushed to read it. Well, he hadn't.

This morning she comes in all dolled up and fashionably late - trying to trick him into thinking she has a job interview. She even tells the other staff that is what she's doing. Well, he finally reads her email at lunch, says nothing to her or acknowledges it and goes about his work. He does tell my boss he is m-a-d and doesn't even want to speak to her right now.

She's giving him until Monday and on Monday she's going to DEMAND he make her happy (sorry, just typing that makes me laugh until I cry. DEMAND from a seasoned attorney who is 2nd on the letterhead. Well, good luck with THAT.) Meanwhile, back at the ranch...

When my boss came in this morning, I tell him (instead of hiding behind an email) that we need to talk. I tell him exactly what she said yesterday and exactly what I said back and why I said it. He tells me not to worry about it. See, I know he and the 2nd cheese will talk about this either on Friday or Monday. My boss deserves more respect than she showed on Wednesday (she had a few choice names for him) and my boss also knows - I man up. I mean what I say and I say what I mean.

She can NOT do that job. She is a psycho bitch. (okay, i just said that here - not at work.) It's time for her to move on. Pray hard - we have a good firm and we don't need Satan in our midst. It's hard enough having attorneys (God knows alot have sold their souls but my 2 haven't).

THAT was just Wednesday...tomorrow we'll cover Tuesday.

So I'm working this week on stopping to smell the roses. I don't do too well with it - I am type A from the word "go". I get frustrated easily because there is so much stress in my life with family illnesses and then...

RMan tells me today I have deciphered some comments he has made lately incorrectly. But he won't tell me what they are. I HATE THAT. Monday he was supposed to come eat dinner - couldn't, worked late. Tuesday he was supposed to come eat dinner - couldn't, worked late. Ditto for tonight although he calls at 6:30PM and actually is off and on his way home. Personally, I figured if he wanted to eat with me, tonight would have been the night. Now, we have a date for Sunday so it's not that I won't see him; I just don't understand why he hasn't been over (well, I do for Mon and Tues night).

All I can think to do is not ask him to dinner during the week anymore. I mean, why bother? I am going on the assumption that I'll see him on weekends and that's it. Now, that is fine but if that is what he wants, why doesn't he tell me instead of making plans that he cancels? He always calls while he's working late but I just don't understand.

Anywho, next week I start a training class to learn to teach illiterate adults to read and write. It's a 3 week training program and then for 6 months, 2 hours per week, I will tutor someone. I know that's a long commitment but I am hoping I get someone who really wants to learn and will let me teach them and that way, we both make a difference in each other's lives.

And I guess I'll plan some stuff for a couple of other nights and then if RMan asks, my answer will be, "got plans". I don't get it but I guess it's still a game, even at our age and I'll just have to play it.