Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Resume Boosting

I was talking to my little sister this morning. She is what my children describe as "cool". She is beautiful and funny and she has loads of that elusive quality best described as "hip". My brother? More of the same. He's super cool and very funny. He reminds me a lot of Jack Black who happens to make me laugh almost every time I see him. (Except for that very lamentable King Kong thing.) Moreover, he has a really cool job and sometimes he gets to meet famous people. They're the kind of aunt and uncle that my kids are secretly thrilled to be able to introduce.

Thankfully for my sister's kids, they get to introduce my brother as their uncle as well. If they had to rely only on me the conversation would likely go something like this:

Nephew: Yeah, I have an aunt. She lives in Utah.

Friend: Does she ski?

Nephew: Ummm no...she...she goes to church a lot...but you know, other stuff too.

Friend: Like what?

Nephew: Well, I've seen her dance.

Friend: Tap? Ballet? Exotic?

Nephew: She dances in her kitchen...She writes.

Friend: What? Like screenplays? or novels?

Nephew: More like...lists. You know, grocery, WalMart, "To Do"...but she's really funny...

Friend: Stand-up?

Nephew: Ummm...

Yeah, so anyway. To my nephews, I apologize. But really...just stick with "She lives in Utah" and let it go.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Fan Base

I have recently discovered that I am not universally beloved.

This is not a huge surprise to me as I never really thought that I was so, oh well. I was however, surprised at who some of my fans were not. (Don't worry, I don't plan on actually revealing any of them here lest you know some of them, like them better than you do me, and plan to align yourself with them.)

I suspected that the guy who threw me out of his office a few years ago for losing my temper was not overly fond of me. Even though I cried for two days afterwards and sent a note of apology. And they really didn't do their job. I really was a witch. Also, the entire staff of the people who hold the warranty on my washing machine as well as the entire staff of the people whom they sent to fix it...not fans of mine. And I think I can live with that. (EIGHT WEEKS, PEOPLE. EIGHT WEEKS!)

This knowledge that the rest of civilization doesn't universally adore me (or at least think I'm moderately nice) though left me in a bit of a funk for a few days. Then I started thinking of people that I really liked who get mixed reviews as well and I started to cheer up. There are LOADS of them! Think about it right now. Think of someone you really admire and then imagine who might not like them. See what I mean?

I'm still a little bummed about it all but I think I can move forward.

Monday, December 1, 2008

For G'ma & G'pa

I just read Mom's comment and since she is really the only one who reads this I thought I should add something new for her to read.

So...Thanks, Mom, for teaching me to be nice to everyone-even the people who are mean to me (especially the ones who are mean.)

And...Thanks to you too, Dad, for trying to teach me to not be such a pushover.

I'm still working on it.


the point is...