Monthly Archives: November 2018

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Ok, so I’d take him without underwear, too. Today is my birthday. I took today off from work so I can sleep in and do nothing all day long. I just want a nice lazy day. My birthdays are not as happy as they used to be. It’s not because I’m getting older; I don’t mind that. It’s because three years ago on my birthday, I found out that one of my best friends had died in a car crash. I’ll always remember the day I lost him, sadly it happens to also be my birthday. So I won’t be doing anything special on my birthday. Instead, I will be celebrating tomorrow, when I go to the Lorrie Morgan concert.

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The Offer

They called and made their monetary offer yesterday. It appears they would usually add 5 percent to what I am currently making; however, because I am making close to the top of the salary range, 5 percent would put me over the salary range. Apparently, they can’t do that, so they would offer me just a few extra hundred dollars a year. With the reduced benefits, it’s just not worth it. I had already pretty much decided I would not take it. I think it would be a step back in my career at this point. I talked it over with several people, and the truth is, I am happy where I am. Maybe in five years when I have experience as an educator, public programs manager, and more experience in collections, then I can look again, but I need some experience before I try to move forward. Honestly, the only thing I don’t like about up here is the winters and being away from family, but I can handle those things for now.

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Job Offer

I’d interviewed for a job about six weeks ago. It was for being a historian at one of the coastal forts. If you are not familiar with the coastal forts, there were quite a number of them built in the early 1800s, many of them on the gulf coast. I’ve always loved the coastal forts and their various designs, their history, and so many other things. We used to go to Ft. Pickens in Pensacola, Florida, when I was young, and I loved exploring the fort. This job was not at Ft. Pickens because it’s part of a National Park. The one I interviewed with is a state park. While being a historian at one of these forts would be a dream come true, there are too many drawbacks to the job. My vacation time, sick time, and holidays would be significantly diminished. I wouldn’t just be the historian, I’d have other jobs as well, such as working in the gift shop, manning the entrance, reenactments, firing guns from historical periods and other duties I’m not thrilled about and all in the heat of the summer. When I weighed the pros (closer to home and good retirement) against all the aforementioned cons, I ultimately can’t accept. They are supposed to get back to me today with a salary, which will be based on my current salary. I will continue to mull it over, but I think I’ll have to say no.


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Something in Red

Something in Red
written by Angela Kaset and recorded by Lorrie Morgan
I’m looking for something in red
Something that’s shocking to turn someone’s head
Strapless and sequined and cut down to there
Stockings and garters and lace underwear
The guaranteed number to knock the men dead
I’m looking for something in red
I’m looking for something in green
Something to out do an ex-high school queen
Jealousy comes in the color of jade
Do you have some pumps and a purse in this shade
And a perfume that whispers “Please comes back to me”
I’m looking for something in green
I’m looking for something in white
Something that shimmers in soft candlelight
Everyone calls us the most perfect pair
Should I wear a veil or a rose in my hair
Well, the train must be long and the waist must be tight
I’m looking for something in white
I’m looking for something in blue
Something real tiny, the baby’s brand new
He has his father’s nose and his chin
We once were hot lovers now we’re more like friends
Don’t tell me that’s just what old married folk do
I’m looking for something in blue
I’m looking for something in red
Like the one that I wore when I first turned his head
Strapless and sequined and cut down to there
Just a size larger that I wore last year
The guaranteed number to knock a man dead
I’m looking for something
I’ve gotta have something
I’m looking for something in red

I’m giving myself a little birthday present. I bought tickets to go see Lorrie Morgan in concert Saturday night. Fifth row, center seat. I’m just a wee bit excited because I’ve always loved Lorrie Morgan. In case you don’t know who Lorrie Morgan is, she is an American country music singer and the daughter of George Morgan, a country music singer who charted several hit singles between 1949 and his death in 1975. At age 13, songstress Lorrie Morgan was the youngest person ever to become a member of the famed Grand Ole Opera. The country giant has gone on to win four Country Music Association “Female Vocalist of the Year” awards, notch fourteen Top Ten hits, and sell more than eight million records over the course of her illustrious, song-filled career. Morgan has left a strong, contemporary woman’s mark on country music history with timeless standards such as “Five Minutes,” “Except for Monday,” “Something in Red,” “What Part of No,” “Watch Me,” and “A Picture of Me Without You.” 
“Something in Red” has always been one of my favorite songs along with “Except for Monday.”

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O Christmas Tree

For the three years I have been in Vermont, I have not put up a Christmas tree. The first year was because one of my dearest and closest friends had just died, and I didn’t feel like celebrating Christmas. In fact, Thursday will be the three year anniversary of his death, and I am still heartbroken. I doubt I will ever fully stop grieving. The second and third year here in Vermont, I didn’t put up a tree because I told myself, why should I? I wouldn’t actually be here at Christmas. This year was something different though. Even though I will not be here at Christmas, there is no reason why I can’t enjoy a Christmas tree while I am home. Isabella seems fascinated by it. She’s played with the balls, sat under the tree, and pondered what the hell this thing is. She’s only ever seen a Christmas tree once before when she stayed at a coworker’s house over that first Christmas. She was a holy terror there, so she’s not welcomed back. It appears that my calm sweet cat just doesn’t like other people’s cats, so she went nuts. But she had some times of peace and wonder that Christmas like in the pictures below.
P.S. I still have a little more decorating to do. I need to get a skirt or blanket for the bottom, and I need an extension cord to light up the tree topper.


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