Author Archives: Sandy Collier
I left work a little early today and decided to put on my new sneakers and take a walk around my neighborhood. I’m always so thankful that we chose this street in my development. The view I see when I step out my front door is a city park that stretches from the top of my street to the bottom and is quite deep. It always gives me a sense of peace and tranquility. We landscaped our front yard last year and created a great patio that I sit on often. My cat loves to play around on all the rocks we put out there, 2 tons, crazy, right?
I’m a gum chewer, yup, “major gum chewer.” I’m kind of sneaky about it at work; I lock it in my jaw almost like a tobacco chewer. I just like to know that like an old friend, its there if I need it.
This morning was one of those mornings that I knew I should not have hit that snooze button one last time. I just hate being in what my husband and I call the “ultra jam mode.” I knew when I hit it for the fifth time I was pushing my luck.
I know this is going to sound crazy but if I don’t blow dry my hair within a small window of time and it begins to “air dry,” the whole “good hair day” will not happen. I just don’t feel like myself without my Rod Stewart “high hair.”
Okay, so no matter how many products I try to put on I just can’t get the look I like. “My day is ruined, my hair is too dry too blow dry.” Oh, and my bangs were acting crazy too, going in 8 million directions and kind of getting in my eyes. “Oh, I don’t have time to deal with this, I’m late,” so off I went to work feeling very uncomfortable in my skin.
So naturally, I pull out my small swiss army knife because I think “hey they have scissors on them. I then proceeded to trim my bangs which was “super hard” with these tiny scissors that were almost microscopic. I looked and felt very clumsy and got a lot of strange looks from my co-workers. “Jeez, it’s not like I was cutting my toenails or something.”
So at this point I’m feeling a little bit nostalgic wishing I had on my bellbottoms and desert boots because I sure looked like a throwback to the seventies.
And as anyone who knows me knows, I love any opportunity where I can showcase the famous family portrait of my sisters and I, check out our bangs. That’s me on the left and that is what I saw staring back at me in the mirror, “pretty scary, right?”
All right, so here are some of the “quotes” I saw and bought. Many were just magnets or stones. I think many of them would make interesting subjects to blog about, especially number one. I was just drawn to them. I also took sand, rocks, shells and small pieces of driftwood from the beach. I’ll probably put them in some interesting jar from Pier One Imports near my desk.
I’m in my favorite Blogging attire: fleece pajama pants, loose t-shirt, no bra, fuzzy socks, slippers and my headset playing some Jackson Browne. Life doesn’t get better than this, not for me.
One of the ladies pointed out that I say this certain phrase constantly whenever I am talking. She was doing it in a kind way and just making me aware of it. I have been saying it for so long, why hadn’t anyone else ever told me. She would touch her nose every time I said it; I’m surprised her nose didn’t fall off by the end of the day. I know I have your curiosity peeked, “what is the phrase.” I told her that when I “write” that “phrase” never appears. “What do you think that means,” she asks.
I’ve been back from my holiday vacation for almost one week and am slowly getting back into the groove of things.
I’ve signed up for another class that starts next month. What can I say, I like to learn new things. If I want to apply to that company I mentioned in a previous post I need to become proficient in this computer program. I will have to take a second class once I’ve completed this one. I don’t think I have the experience needed for the positions that I’ve seen open on their website but I’m hoping soon I will see one that will be a nice fit for me.
I had some really sad news from home that I am still trying to get a handle on. A neighborhood friend of mine from childhood died on Friday night. He was only 44 years old, married, 4 children and just an all around “great guy.” It just rocks you to the core. It’s a reality check that we are never promised tomorrow and we must live each day to the fullest. I’m fortunate that I was able to see him last week while I was home, never in my wildest dreams would I have known it would be the last time 🙁
It’s still strange for me, the absense of my father. I keep waiting for that distinctive sound he made when he would clear his throat or having him poke his head in the living room when he would have a commercial on the television in the other room.
I guess I’m just feeling a bit melancholy tonight because my trip is coming to and end and soon I will have to say goodbye to my family. I’m never one that does well with goodbyes and I know I will shed some tears over the next day or two.
The airport drop off routine was always the same when my Dad was alive. He was always the one to drop me off, just him and I. I’d always have tears rolling down my face for at least 2 or 3 miles before we actually arrive at the airport. He knew this and would only ask questions where a nod was enough of an answer or he’d ask no questions at all. He would take my bag out of the trunk and place it on the curb, give me a hug, make a little small talk. At this point I cannot even look up, I can never say anything because I am a wreck. But I know he knows I love him, so this does not need to be said. A quick hug and off I rush inside.
-the photo is from the movie, “Home for the Holidays.”