Nananananana!!!!!

I'm going to California tomorrow! YAY!!!!

(Scary) Pictures

Me and Robbie at Elena's wedding (teehee!)

Another ride on the green line

Here are more of the people that I encounter when I ride the Metro to and from work.

1. The people who refuse to move their bags so that you can sit down, no matter that there are wall to wall people on the train and it would be nice for at least one more person to sit down.

2. Recently, it appears that everyone on the train is reading the sixth Harry Potter book. Everyone is so engrossed that they realize at the last possible second that they are at their stop and they jump up, grab their things, and run off the train before the doors close.

3. Since it is summertime, there are a whole lot of tourists on the train. Most of them look like they have been wrestling with cheetahs all day, all disheveled, sweating profusely, and just plain worn-out looking.

4. Everyone on the train now has an IPod.

5. There are many women on the train who ought not be wearing what they are wearing. Sometimes there is such a thing as showing too much skin.

My power color

What do y'all think? Does this accurately describe me?

Your Power Color Is Indigo

At Your Highest: You are on a fast track to success - and others believe in you. At Your Lowest: You require a lot of attention and praise. In Love: You see people as how you want them to be, not as how they are. How You're Attractive: You're dramatic flair makes others see you as mysterious and romantic. Your Eternal Question: "Does This Work Into My Future Plans?"

What's Your Power Color?

Wal-Mart, Part two

It's kind of funny. I was looking at some of my past posts on this blog. One of them was saying how nice and stable all of my cases were and how pleasant that was. Yeah, now I have cases just flying off everywhere, nothing seems to be right. I have people calling me four times a day about some of my cases, yelling at me, complaining at me about things that I have no control over. It's just a mess. So much for the nice calm...I guess it was more the calm before the storm.

However, I was not intending to complain about work on here. Instead, I was going to discuss the merits of Wal-Mart. On a previous post, I discussed reasons that I dislike Wal-Mart. Those reasons still hold true. There are scary people at Wal-Mart. They come in all sorts of clothing - pajamas, curlers, spandex (those are mostly the people who ought to stay away from any kind of stretchy clothing). Some of them are so ghetto. Then we have the store itself. There are usually items strewn all over the place. Items aren't in the right place (thongs in the section with printers, and such). The most astonishing thing is, for all that is wrong with Wal-Mart, the lines are always so long that you have to wait twenty minutes to pay for all of the stuff that you didn't need anyways.

But, I am ashamed to say, lately I have gone to Wal-Mart on a couple of different occasions. Robbie said he needed to buy flip-flops and the first words out of my mouth were "Oh, we can get some cheap ones at Wal-Mart." AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!! Oh my gosh, what is wrong with me? And a few weeks ago, Robbie's sister was wearing this cute bathing suit and she said she got it at Wal-Mart. So what did I do?? I went to Wal-Mart to look at their bathing suits (no matter that I already had six). And I even bought one! It's like a disease or something! Maybe it's just called being poor, but I just don't know. I mean, things are generally cheaper at Wal-Mart. And, some people don't have such a negative view of the store, since there are always four million people crammed into the store at any given time. I just didn't think that I would be one of those people.

Yay for Harry!

Since Saturday, this is what I have been doing to occupy much of my time:

I am quite enjoying this book. However, when I finish it, I'll have to wait like two years before the next one comes out. How sad.

What do social workers make?

I got this from someone at work, and I thought it was awesome. It's one of those good pick-me-ups that all of us sometimes need.

What do social workers make?

They make an infertile couple celebrate a lifetime of Mother's Days and Father's Days by helping them adopt a crack baby no one else wanted.
They make a child fall asleep every night without fears of his father's fists.
They make a homeless veteran feel at home in the world.
They make a teenager decide to stop cutting herself.
They make a beaten woman find the courage to leave her abuser for good.
They make a boy with Down Syndrome feel like the smartest kid in the bus.

What do they make?

They make a 10-year-old believe that he is loved and wanted, regardless of how long he lasts in the next foster home.
They make a teen father count to 10 and leave the room so he won't shake his newborn son.
They make a man with schizophrenia see past his demons.
They make a rape victim talk about it for the first time in years.
They make an ex-convict put down the bottle and hold down a job.

What do they make?

They make a couple communicate so well they decide not to get divorced.
They make a dying cancer patient make peace with her past, with her brief future, with her God.
They make the old man whose wife has Alzheimer's cherish the good times, when she still remembered him.
They make forgotten people feel cherished, ugly people feel beautiful, confused people feel understood, broken people feel whole.

What do they make?
They make more than most people will ever make.
They make a difference.

TGIF

I think everyone loves Fridays. Well, I guess everyone that will have the next two days off. Robbie, for example, has been off all week, but now has to work Friday through Monday. Okay, so ALMOST everyone loves Fridays. This week, it has felt like every day should have been the end of the week. I felt like I couldn't get motivated, and I think I got to work late every single day this week. I just could not wake up and get moving. And then work was kind of a drag. I had reports to write that I couldn't get motivated to do. I've been trying to schedule for two of my kids to come back from residential. My boss's boss's boss sent me an email yesterday saying that I was going to have disciplinary action taken for something that I didn't do. It's just been a rough-ass week. This would probably accurately depict how I feel right about now:

I don't have anything wild and exciting planned for this weekend. I'm actually working on Saturday morning. But just knowing that I can relax, sleep in, and have basically no obligations makes me feel lighter. I guess I just need to make it through the rest of today.

No longer comfy and cozy

I think it's really sad what happened in London today. It's also a wake up call that I probably didn't need. It's scary to think how easy we slip back into feeling all warm and safe when a terrorrist attack could be looming in the near future. The Metro has all of these warnings up about looking for suspicious packages and reporting them to the authorities. But I don't know that I would necessarily notice a suspicious package unless it jumped up and bit me in the butt (and had a big sign pasted on it that said "Hey, I'm a suspicious package!). Now we have bomb-sniffing dogs and guys with assualt rifles hanging out at the Metro stations, and I just don't know if that makes me feel much safer. In reality though, I don't know what would make me feel safer. Alot of the terrorrists are not against suicide bombings. So, I can't really expect to find a suspicious package just lying around. It could be the briefcase that guy in the seat next to is holding on his lap. Or it could be the backpack that the guy is wearing who is standing next to the door. Nobody checked my bag for a bomb when I entered the Metro station this morning.

I guess on the flip side, I don't want to live my life in fear of what might happen. Maybe this means I'm not cautious enough, or that I am looking through at the world through rose-colored glasses. But, it just seems clear that if something is going to happen, there is little that we can do to stop it from happening. The bombings are sad. They are scary. But I don't want to stop living my life because DC might be next.

Just some rambling thoughts.

Do you ever just feel this way?

I don't know if this is good or not...

Your IQ Is 125

Your Logical Intelligence is Above Average Your Verbal Intelligence is Genius Your Mathematical Intelligence is Genius Your General Knowledge is Exceptional

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