I’ve been thinking about a random interaction I had on Sunday, yet again with the poetess cleaning lady at my work. She is as I’ve said before a little odd & talks to herself if no one around her answers her, I happened to end up at lunch while she was taking her last break of the day on Sunday & so she sat with me. I was not too pleased, I have a book I’m reading & many more to go (I truly feel rich when I have a bunch of books stacked up on my bookshelf just waiting for me to read them) a co-worker who sits with me most lunch times was out sick & so I was looking forward to a full, uninterrupted hour to my self with my book. You have to be polite though, (or at least I do) so she sat down & told me she’s having annother book of poetry published, I congratulated her & she began expounding on her poetry- that it was her duty to put God out there in poetry- she then asked me if I attend church regularly. Rather a silly question since she was sitting there talking to me at 12:45 on Sunday afternoon & had seen me at work, in the building since 8:30 am. Where I’ve been nearly every Sunday for the past 5+ years (I did have a Sundays off shift for about 19 months once but it was a long time ago) I replied that I had been brought up Unitarian Universalist & at this time in my life I don’t feel the need to attend church. She started to take me to task & I pretty much told her to drop it & that it wasn’t any of her business. I am hoping she will not start trying to ’save’ me now because I try to be polite to my elders at the very least but I have a really low tolerance for being told how to live my life. (2 hours later: in setting up the UU link for this I got involved in reading their website, funny how that happens to me all the time… I go check one thing & hours later I realize I’m still reading random stuff!
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My oldest’s lip is quite sore she says, it is a little red on the outside but otherwise seems ok, she’s been playing with it a little too much it seems. (that would be my observation anyway, from what little I’ve seen of her) I’m not too observant just lately because we’re back on overtime at work & I worked an extra hour Sunday & an extra hour & a half last night. (why they chose a random amount like 2 & 1/2 hours a week I’ll never understand) One benifit to the overtime is that we often sit available when we’re doing MOT as a company, my actual overtime hour was horrible & very busy, the calls really start comming in at 7 or so & don’t stop until 11 or sometimes later so that is the space of time we’re needed. The hardest thing about overtime for me is that it cuts into the little time I get to see the kids on the days I work. working until 9:30 last night meant I didn’t get home until well after 10 & so only saw miss 16 17, it takes me awhile to get used to those birthday changes.
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Miss 10 is desperately unhappy today, she came home & cried on my shoulder, then cried some more when I said it was time for her & her brother to go clean their rooms. She has yet to say anything to me about whats wrong, she can be as silent as a clam when she wants to be & refuses to answer when I ask what is wrong. 17 thinks it is probably ganging up at school, she had a lot of problems with that at 10 & 11, the whole, preteen, ‘I’m your friend- I’m not your friend’ B.S. that girls perpetrate on each other. (I remember why, now, that I had guy friends not girl friends for the most part as a child & tween & even as a teenager – except Chrissie) When 10 & 7 both got home they both hugged me for like, 5 minutes, as if we hadn’t all been yelling at each other Saturday night when I was ‘mean’ & said it was bed time at 1030 at night! & as if they hadn’t seen me for a week, not 2 days! It’s nice to be loved but really! Mr 7 was extremley interested in the cake I made 17 – a little too interested. Not that the mess of a cake could have been hurt any more by him picking at it than it was by the poor releasing of the cakes by the pans. I just don’t understand what the problem is, I used to be an awsome cake baker, last year even, I made 16 a gituar cake! it came out ok, but even that wasn’t among my best. Note to self: Buy parchment paper & forget about trying to grease the pans. It doesn’t work! My father always said as long as it tastes ok don’t worry about it!
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No one is enthused about my pasta bake here for dinner but I have already laid down an edict that no one who doesn’t eat pasta bake gets any cake. They don’t have to like it, they just have to eat it. I like pasta bake because it is good, easy & bakes long enough that the oven being on warms up the kitchen.
line a 16×9 baking pan with foil (makes the clean up a lot easier) dump in 1 box Ziti or Rigatoni, & pour 1 jar (16 oz) tomato sauce, any kind is good- the better ones taste better of course, then pour the same jar, filled with water over the pasta & the sauce, add 1 teaspoon dried oregano & 1 teaspoon onion powder, stir & You can cover with foil & bake just like that, for 50 minutes, then take the foil off & sprinkle 2 cups of mozzarella cheese over the top & bake annother 10 minutes to melt the cheese. before baking I add a full can of diced tomatoes juice & all & a can of mushrooms but that’s just how the kids & I like it.
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I’ve been involved, as I’m sure I’ve mentioned a lot lately, in going through my books deciding which I’ve read enough or will not read again & logging them onto that paperback swap I’ve mentioned before. I have also been making lists of authors who I’d like to search & get books by for reading later. I am annoyed because I had a 2 page list of books I wanted to read, which I carried in my purse for years & have lost it. (I haven’t checked my other purses, it’s possible it could be tucked into one of those- that’s my last chance to find it though, I’ve even checked my diaries) So I went through a bookclub newsletter to find some amusing sounding books & or authors to search & also remembered about a book I loved which I haven’t read in years. It was old even when I read it but it is so up my alley that I had to try for it & someone had it to give! It is called The Season of the Witch by James Leo Herlihy & is written from the point of view of a ‘hippie’ woman in the late ’60s. I am so excited to find this book!! I read it when 17 was about 6 months old & then a second time maybe 6 or 7 years later. I find certain books stay with me a long time & my mind goes back to them over & over again, this is definitley one of those books.
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I still haven’t decided if I’m going to do more overtime tommorow night or not. I’m supposed to because I didn’t do any last week- they told us on Sunday of last week that we had to do 2 & 1/2hours by Wednesday, I & a few other co-workers who have lives outside of work & do not live for overtime like many do, refused to even do the overtime on such short notice. I feel like I should try to make it up since I am feeling threatened by the possibillity of the jobs going overseas, those who don’t perform up to standards being phased out or let go or the ever present possibility of a shift bid in which how my performance is going would make a difference in which of my choices of shift I would get. On the other hand, I lately feel like the company likes to promote a culture of fear & of just exactly what I am afraid of & may even start rumors themselves because it helps to make us work harder!
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