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February 14 Will work for kibble.....Well, my contract with Apple ended recently and I have been on the job hunt ever since. Too bad, because not only was that a pretty sweet gig, close to home and everything, things are mighty bleak out there in the job market. I was at this so-called job fair a few days ago and it was well and truly a major nightmare: over 20,000 people showed up for less than 800 job openings. Not only that, but it ws located over 30 miles from where I live, so after driving way the hell out there and fighting the massive traffic snarl that added another 20 miniutes just to enter the place and park, and after waiting in this unbelievably long line that wrapped around the building several times, after fighting my way through a crowd that made the mall at Christmas time look empty, and finally getting to some of the booths the prospective employers had set up, all I get was handed a pamphlet and a "Here is some information about "X" company, we are hiring for "X" postions, please apply online". ONLINE????? WTF??? I could have stayed home to do that. Most were not even accepting resumes there, everyone was told to upload them on the company website. Jeez louise, what a waste of time, money for gas, and my not too extensive patience.
Oh well, I'll get something soon; I always do. I'm pretty flexible and have good work record and I don't have any pre-concieved limitations about pay or overtime or working weekends and such. I'll probably end up back dealing with cell phone customers again, ha ha! But at least I'll have some good stories to tell. In the mean time, I get to do some things I normally would not get to do, like enjoying the lovely spring-like weather we have been blessed with lately. And house cleaning.....there's always THAT as well. Anyway, I will try to post more often and keep updated. In the mean time, blessed be one and all. January 25 Happy Birthday, Ginger!!!Well, it's certainly hard to believe, but my fur-kid Ginger is 10 years old today. Oh, and don't believe any of that old chestnut about 1 year equalling 7 dog years. It's really a lot more complicated, and a number of factors including breed, size, sex, and overall health must be calculated. So in human years, Ginger is about the same age as I am--so I guess that makes us a pair of spayed middle-aged bitches, har har! Anyway, she seems utterly oblivious to the fact that she is no longer a puppy. She wouldn't believe you if you tried to tell her. That child can bounce and play and run like the wind tirelessly. Not to mention a truely astonishing ability to leap straight up into the air as if powered by jet-propelled springs. And, Goddess bless her, I wouldn't have it any other way.
I treated her to an early morning trip to the dog park today where she got to bask in the praise from her many, many canine and human admirers, and then home for a a bit of extra food treats mixed in with her regular kibble. Hey, a girl only turns 10 once after all, and Ginger (unlike her mommy, SIGH!) has no trouble keeping her girlish figure.
I have been Ginger's Mum now for almost 4 years and they have been glorious. She came to me while I was still mourning the loss of my beloved dachshund companion of 16 years,Beatrice. I wasn't sure at all that I was ready for a new dog yet, but when my neighbor forwarded an email from a friend of hers that fostered dogs for the local animal contol shelter and I saw Ginger's adorable face....well, the rest is history and I simply cannot imagine not having her lively joyous presence in my life. She was well and truly a gift from my Goddess who knew exactly what I needed and and blessed me.
So, to my sweet and intensely cute baby-dog Ginger: Happy Birthday, my precious! May you live many more delightfully long and blessed years. December 21 Blessed Yule to one and all!It's hard to believe that the year has once more turned and Yule is now upon us. For those of us of the pagan persuasion, Yule is the begining of the the new year and occasion for carolling, burning of the Yule log, drinking of wassail and other assorted merrymaking. In keeping with the spirit of the feast, I have added a 15th century Christmas carol for your listening pleasure and here's a recipe for traditional wassail that will serve 20 and assure a good time will be had by all:
Shropshire style Wassail
10 very small apples Core the apples and fill each with a teaspoon of brown sugar. Place in a baking pan and cover the bottom with 1/8-inch of water. Insert cloves into the orange about 1/2" apart. Combine the sherry or Madeira, cider, nutmeg, ginger, cloves, allspice berries, cinnamon, sugar, apple and orange juice and water in a large, heavy saucepan and heat slowly without letting the mixture come to a boil.
Pour into a metal punch bowl, float the apples and orange on top and ladle hot into punch cups. Makes enough for 15-20 people
Woo-hoo! If that doesn't warm you up, then you probably need to check into the nearsest morgue post haste. I'm making a much smaller batch to have after my Yule ritual at sundown this evening while I toast my toes before the fire and count my many blessings. And I wish you all an equally jolly Yule filled with family and love. Blessed be! November 25 Random thoughts on a cloudy Autum dayAfter what seems like weeks of above seasonal daily temperatures and cheerfully sunny skies, this grey and quiet day has me in a rather contemplative mood. Here are some of the things rattling about in my brain, in no particular order:
Appropos for the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday, I have been, well, giving thanks. Thanks for being cancer-free for more than 5 years now. Thanks for having a loving, supportive, and delightfully odd family. Thanks for having a new job to start on Monday, Dec 1st.....my short and miserable attempt at collection calls (that story is a whole 'nother post, folks!) finally coming to a merciful end. Thanks for my my dearest companion Ginger. Thanks for all my friends, including my wide variety of buds here in Blog Land. Oh yes, and thanks for my beloved Raiders quite unexpectedly mauling the Broncos 31-10.....in Denver, no less! Woo-hoo!
I have noticed that the weird stuff labeled "cinnamon flavored" or "cherry flavored" etc, tastes absolutely NOTHING like actual cinnamon or cherries, etc. So how do we identify it as such when we consume these unnatural concoctions?
Have you noticed TV ads are getting totally surreal lately? I mean, what's with the couples in the twin bathtubs in inappropriate places in the Cialis ads? Or ads that are so obscure you can't even figure out what they're plugging, like those weird Bill Gates/ Jerry Seinfeld ads? And don't even get me going about the designer fragrance ads......!
I will probably be doing 95% of my Christmas shopping online this year. Internet merchants like Amazon.com are having sales that make scrabbling around at the mall on "Black Friday" at 4 AM soooooo passe.
The Number One lesson I learned from my dog Ginger: ALWAYS stay hopeful......you never know when you just might get a treat.
The 4th (choral) movement of the Beethoven 9th Symphony can still move me to tears.
Every time I watch the movie "Blade Runner", I can find something I've never noticed before.
I like the person I am now a whole a lot better at 50, fat and frumpy than when I was young, skinny and good-looking.
Chocolate really can bring inner peace.
I will NEVER figure out all the strange connections, obscure references and grand, weird, over-arching plan of my favorite TV obsession, LOST. My brain will implode into a black hole long before that happens. But I will have such great fun trying!
And lastly, I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving. Blessed be one and all. November 10 Happy Marine Corps Birthday!I suppose I will come out of blog AWOL for a while to wish all the Jarheads, Leathernecks and Devil Dogs out there in Blog Land a most happy 233rd birthday. I grew up a Marine brat and learned everything I know of honor, respect, and duty from my Dad, Capt. Thomas M. Elliott USMC, ret. Hoo-rah Dad! I will never forget the sacrifices that our service men and women (yes, I suppose the other branches of the US armed forces helped too!) have made to keep our country safe. I thank you all in deepest gratitude for you service. God/dess bless you. Semper Fi!
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