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Anxiety...

ain't for sissies... Ooh. Two posts in one day. How, you say? How IS this possible? I have word vomit days-it is what it is. I may, or may not surprise you occasionally with more than one post-dependent on my mood, and ambition. Today, you are getting it twice. The words that every married man wants to hear... Wrong context...get yer minds out of the gutter. And now, word regurgitation. So about a year ago, my hubby started meditating. Yeah, I laughed too. My original thought was: Oh God...not this hippy dippy flake-fest. Anything but this. But, he liked it. And it really did seem to lessen his stress levels a bit. It was noticeable enough. But, I was still me. Cynical . A bitch. Then I had the heart attack. And I learned one of the factors was my anxiety. I was actually diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder after speaking with the hospital head-shrinker while being treated for my heart attack. I was leading a life of fear...to quote the lady. She was ridicu...

The thing that explodes with wishes.

When you were a child, you used to sit on your lawn, sometimes lie on your lawn, play on your lawn, pull grass out with your bare hands, play in the dirt, make mud pies, and most importantly-pull the dried, spore-filled version of cloud white dandelions out with your dainty little fingers and blow... Make a wish. If I could count the number of times that I wished on a star, blew a dandelion into the air, flipped a coin into the fountain, and crossed my fingers behind my back to "make a wish" I'd be pretty secure in my shopping habits-right about now. But, as we grow older we start to shy away from the practice. We become adults-fully of jade and shade, and reality. We lose that part of ourselves that believes in things. Better lives, better looks, better, more, bigger, smaller. We do everything in life to move. But standing still- doing THAT long enough to believe, remember possibilities, and just exist on this world, breathe for one minute... One doe...

Collecting Unemployment...

...Is the new 30. So. I am an operations manager for a local company. Last week, the owner and I-in anticipation of a rise in business due to the upcoming holiday season, decided to run an employment ad. We want to hire 2 people. The procedure for this was-send a job application/resume to our page at Facebook. If you are qualified for the position, I instructed that I would send that candidate 5 follow up questions via email before we go forward in setting up a face to face interview. We got about 20 responses pretty quickly after we posted the ad. Out of the 20 I pre-screened (checked the qualifications on the app, looked at the Facebook pages if they had an open page, and made sure that the application was filled out correctly to confirm they could follow directions) I chose 10 of those 20 people to send the 5 questions to. Out of those 10...not one response. (crickets...taps mic...is this thing on???) So after this-I send reminders to each person via Facebook mess...

I Was Told There Would Be Donuts...

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