Lorraine Says: Excuses, Excuses

Every Thursday my department at HayCarumba has a half an hour staff meeting. Confession? I don't even hate them.

Last Thursday, after one of the managers went through all the updates and highlights, he asked if any of us had any updates to share.

"Lorraine does!" the VP announced.

"Oh, yes!" I said excitedly. "As you all know Long and I presented The Project to the owners this past Monday. And we were approved! We've set a soft deadline of October 1st for the launch of The Project."

My co-workers all mumbled appreciatively. 

"Well, yes," Long replied. "But that wasn't what I was talking about."

RSVP: Blog Swaps and Kid Mobsters

Hello my favorite people!

I have a couple of stories to tell you, about making new friends and the life lessons you learn while at your company's karaoke night. Plus, I may or may not have signed up for VEDA. 

While all of that is in the works (aka while I eat chocolate and stare at a blank screen) please enjoy this post from Gretchin of Your Mom is Strange.  

Why? 'Cause it's 20sb Blog Swap Day! Also because she's pretty awesome and her blog has "your mom" in it. 

Click over to her blog to see me talk about Disney World and a sideways Mickey hat. 

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Ahh, summer vacation in the suburbs! The last few days of the 3rd-grade school year were filled with picnics, extra-long recess, and field trips to the dinosaur museum. There were no significant responsibilities to weigh us down, but still, when we were officially on summer vacation, the feeling of complete freedom was overwhelming. The possibilities were endless. We could sleep in, play all day, watch TV, and stay out late.

We lived across the street from a park with a swing-set, playground, and baseball field. So, we spent our days outside. Kick ball, swimming, hide-and-seek, hop-scotch, mud pies, camping, tree-climbing. I woke up each morning happily running through my mental checklist of summer activities.

Then, on day 5 of vacation, it happened.

Lorraine Says: Moving On (Also Known As Chocolate and Strippers)

It's always a little awkward following up a post like my last one. I figured the best way to combat that was to come right out and announce it. So, um, yeah. This is awkward.

"Never Pick Up the Phone" is one of the most personal things I've ever written but, yes, I will now continue with my usual programming. Namely chocolate and social awkwardness.

Because this is the truth behind every tragedy: life goes on. There's another post to post, another birthday to celebrate, new friends to make, and a hospital bag to unpack and repack and unpack and repack as we wait (impatiently).

At first life going on makes things harder. You resent the world for all of its forward motion, for making you work and making you pour bowls of cereal and making you stop at red lights and sometimes, when you least expect it, making you laugh. You resent the bills that are still due and the 9-5 you still work and the car that still needs gas and the hair that still needs combing. You resent smiles from strangers because they don't know a damn thing. And life goes on and on.

Then, life going on makes things easier.

This weekend was easier.

Lorraine Says: Never Pick Up the Phone

I often write posts in my head. I’ll come up with a title or maybe a few full sentences or perhaps I just think those words that will probably end up on my headstone: I should blog about this.

My blogging-to-do is a little overwhelming at this point. I have all these cool things I want to do on LttP, but I feel compelled to first handle the number one “I should blog about this” item on my list, which has been there for way too long.

In an effort to finally get it off my chest, to cross it off, say what I have to, exhale and move on, I present to you all: 

Shit Ain’t Funny, Part the Fifth:

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Lorraine Says: An Olympic Pansy

At this point in my (very single. sads.) life, I’m not used to sleeping next to people. I'm not one of those all over sleepers, though. I usually stick to one side and definitely not because the other side may be populated with my lap top, a book, the throw pillows and possibly pants.

Definitely not because of that.