Current mood:annoyed
responsibility
professionalism
sacrifice
thought for the day: How do the LACK of these qualities make a person the perfect employee?
(answer for the day: Duh!!! they freakin DON'T!!!!!)
Current mood:annoyed
responsibility
professionalism
sacrifice
thought for the day: How do the LACK of these qualities make a person the perfect employee?
(answer for the day: Duh!!! they freakin DON'T!!!!!)
Current mood:aggravated
Demoralizing
1. to deprive a person of spirit, courage, discipline, etc. Destroy the morale of (the continuous barrage demoralized the infantry)
2. to throw a person into disorder and confusion; bewilder (we were so demoralized by that one wrong turn that we were lost for hours)
3. to corrupt or undermine the moral of
Okay, no one has corrupted or undermined my morals. At least not lately.....but I have been deprived of my spirit and courage. There is no discipline. I'm disordered and confused. I'm a little bewildered. I'm thinking of giving up.
and I'm only exaggerating a little bit.
Check back tomorrow for the truth about 'nepotism'.
Current mood:annoyed
It isn't my philosophy of life. It's a one-liner that probably made me laugh.
Better a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.....not a philosophy of life, I just think it's funny. I don't drink very much. I mean, I enjoy a drink now and then, but I do not use alcohol to solve my problems. I use Lortab to solve my problems. HA HA HA See, that was another joke. Get it?
And my latest headline? Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. Yes is the answer.
I think it's funny. It's phrased in a very witty manner that is pleasing to me. It made me chuckle, so I thought I would share it with the world. IT DOES NOT MAKE ME LOOK LIKE A SLUT!! My mini skirt makes me look like slut. (are you picking up on the jokes yet? Have you GROWN a sense of humor?)
Anyway. If you are interested in hearing my philosophy of life, we'll have to get together sometime and discuss it over some kidney beans and a nice bottle of Chianti. The highlights are below.
Sex is fun. I like it. But it is not something I partake in randomly or with men that I don't care about.
Relationships do not have rewind buttons, so you should be careful with them.
Alcohol is like salt. A little bit is a good thing. It can add some flavor to life. Too much is bad, and it ruins your taste.
If you pass up an opportunity to do something that you aren't sure about, you'll probably have another opportunity later in life. If you DO something you aren't sure about, and you end up regretting it, you can never undo it. Or, as my Mama says more succintly, 'when in doubt, don't'
Another gem of wisdom from my mother? "if there's a problem everywhere you go, chances are good that YOU are the problem"
And now, trying to sum up my philosophies for you, suddenly Mac Davis singing "I Believe in Music" is running through my head.
Music is love and love is music if you know what I mean
People who believe in music are the happiest people I've ever seen
So clap your hands and stomp your feet and shake those tambourines
Lift your voices to the sky; tell me what you see.
Music is the universal language, and love is the key
To peace hope and understanding, and living in harmony
So take your brother by the hand and come along with me
Lift your voices to the sky, tell me what you see.
I believe in Music. I believe in Love.
and I'm not a slut, no matter what my headline says. K? k. cya
Current mood:aggravated
I think I have it figured out. Something that I've always said as a joke isn't a joke at all.
Follow my logic here.
The problem: I've had a headache pretty consistently for the last two weeks. It won't go away. I've taken a bottle of Motrin. I've slept for hours on end. I've soaked my body in a tub of hot lavendar scented water...with a rag over my eyes to block the light. I've tried drinking...and not drinking...eating...and not eating. It will NOT go away.
The possibilities for cause: I've been a little sick. My throat hurts. The weather is weird...you know how the change in temperature can affect your body, right? Maybe it's a tumor. (It's NOT A TUMAH!!!!!) Stress? The good old standby, stress?
My hypothesis: Stupid people make my brain hurt.
So, the good news is I know WHY I have the headache. The bad news? Not a damn blasted thing I can do about it.
I'm going back to my old headline. Better a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.
Current mood:adventurous
Yeah, just a typical week in the life of Kathy. Ha ha ha ha ha. (not really)
So last Friday I took a day off work, and drove to San Angelo with Nikki to see Aaron Watson and Zeb. We stood in line for so long we almost missed Zeb, but we saw the end of his show and we stayed at the same hotel with Aaron, so that was fun.
Saturday it took me ALL DAY LONG to drive home from San Angelo. I actually stopped in Big Springs and rented a room to take a nap. Pitiful.
Sunday I never got dressed. I was a lazy bum all day and I loved it.
So Monday night I went to Girls Night Out at the Cactus with Brandi, and stayed out until the wee hours of the morning making friends with new people and getting reacquainted with some old friends.
Tuesday I came to work feeling the effects of Monday night. :) Tuesday night I got a call from my daughter because she was driving down the road and the wheel fell off her car. I hate when that happens. She's okay, so I'm okay...but her car isn't so good, and the guard rail that she hit has some new scratches.
Wednesday I cooked hot dogs for supper.
Thursday I saw the Ten Tenors and loved 'em. Especially that cute blondish one. And now it's late Thursday night and I'm working and tomorrow I will sleep late then I will work some more then I'm going to a FUN party at Brandi's....then probably out til the wee hours again.
I'm not sure whose life I'm living in, but it doesn't seem like mine. :)
It's just weird....for one thing, I never cook hot dogs. ??? What's up with that?