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Nothing but compliments from the people that hired me. I think that bodes well for the end of my probation. :)

Filed under woot!

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Corvidae30 just called me feisty because I yelled at some dumb-assed kids to get off the road.

They were hanging out in the middle of the lane on their bikes.

I almost asked one of them if he needed a spanking when he got mouthy and took his time meandering off the road.

Probably natural selection in process, maybe I shouldn’t have stepped in.

Filed under get off my lawn ya darn kids

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Part of my new job is the expectation that I attend community functions.  This weekend was the Senior’s Social.  

I am sort of surprised almost daily now about how well I handle being in a crowd of people I don’t know.  I knew it was part of the job, and felt it would be a negative because I am not good in a room of people.

I also realized how political this job is.  It is like being a mayor of a small town.  I never thought I would get into politics. Although I think that is the nature of the beast with non-profits.

I survived the Senior’s Social, and met some people I didn’t know before.

I hope there isn’t a test, I am never going to remember all their names.

Filed under ramblings

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We spent a bit of time in the shop doung science experiments this afternoon.

Meaning making things take off like a rocket.

It was pretty cool.

That is what everyone does at work right?

Filed under Friday afternoon

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when you turn thirteen and want to paint your nails black
I’ll rummage through an old drawer and give you my own polish.
when you look at me and say, “momma, I’m lost.”
I’ll turn you towards the mirror
and say, “run darlin’, don’t ever let them find you.”

when the first day of high school comes
and you hurry to get out of the car with nerves in hand I’ll tell you,
“don’t run, walk slow. you’ll make it through.”
when you go on your first date I’ll remember my first date.
I’ll remember the look on my own mother’s face
when he didn’t open my car door
and baby, if he doesn’t open the car door remember your momma saying, “he doesn’t get to open anything else either.”

one day that boy will break your heart
and when you lock yourself in your room
I’ll buy you a journal, a brand new pen, a 2 liter of strawberry soda
and a potted violet with a note saying something like,
“white oleanders are poisonous and so is heartache.
violets symbolize something that I’ve since forgotten
and strawberry soda drowns the salt in your tears.”

one day you’ll pack your things,
I’ll write you letters and send you candles in the mail.
you’ll marry young or maybe old.
you’ll have a daughter of your own and watch the sun rise in her eyes.
just remember to never look up what violets symbolize
and when she looks at you with tears in her eyes
saying, “momma, I’m lost.”
turn her towards the mirror
and say, “run darlin’, don’t ever let them find you.”

and when they say you’re too much soul for one person,
remember the white oleanders.-dah (via whisperingbones)

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