Saturday, February 19, 2005
Nail Biting Time
The good news is that when I returned to May Co., I negotiated my original date of service of 1979 as my start date, so my severance would be pretty good. The bad news is that Federated and May are only $2 away from making a deal. http://cbs.marketwatch.com/news/story.asp?guid=%7B2988F48C-A992-48C4-A115-CE5BD8E31B47%7D&siteid=google&dist=google
We keep thinking this thing has died down, and we can move ahead with business as usual. Only to find out that talks are ongoing with Federated. If May Co. is sold, I doubt there would be a St. Louis office, and hundreds of people would be out of jobs. We probably wouldn't be dissolved quickly, but I doubt we'd be in tact for more than a year.
This would give Dave and me the opportunity to make our move south. The only reason I don't want to move yet is because I don't want to give up my job. But if the decision is made for me, then as long as I'm looking for another job, it may as well be in South Carolina, and we can cut our out of state tuition bill.
Hopefully, this will be over soon, and we can get on with our lives.
We keep thinking this thing has died down, and we can move ahead with business as usual. Only to find out that talks are ongoing with Federated. If May Co. is sold, I doubt there would be a St. Louis office, and hundreds of people would be out of jobs. We probably wouldn't be dissolved quickly, but I doubt we'd be in tact for more than a year.
This would give Dave and me the opportunity to make our move south. The only reason I don't want to move yet is because I don't want to give up my job. But if the decision is made for me, then as long as I'm looking for another job, it may as well be in South Carolina, and we can cut our out of state tuition bill.
Hopefully, this will be over soon, and we can get on with our lives.
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
My Favorite Women & Spirituality
Monday, February 07, 2005
The Love of My Life
Sunday, February 06, 2005
My Favorite Child xxxooo
Hey! If you happen to see the MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL
in the world, tell her I love her. Tell her I MISS MY BABY, ohhhhhh won't you tell her that I love her.
Corny, but the song is in my head, and Lisa is on my mind.
Happy Day, Clemson girl. I'm proud of you.
xxxooo Mommy
Corny, but the song is in my head, and Lisa is on my mind.
Happy Day, Clemson girl. I'm proud of you.
xxxooo Mommy
Friday, February 04, 2005
The Mind is a Funny Thing
I'm not sure if it's because I'm reading The Time Traveler's Wife that I'm having a rush of flashbacks, or if something is about to happen to me so I need to remember.
I was 4 or 5 years old, living in Chicago. 1539 N. Lorel to be exact. Phone number BE7-2672! I'm remembering the little alley 2 houses down from us, and on the corner our doctor's office. I remember if you go left, you can get to the Catholic school I attended, the little soda shoppe kids went to after school, the hamburger joint across the street. I remember the diner that a friend's father owned, who would make me a grilled cheese sandwich for free sometimes. I remember the nuns, the playground...me carrying the big bag of bubble bath lotion for Xmas and falling and breaking one of them on the way to school. I remember taking the picture on my first communion with Sister Mary Charles. I remember walking down the aisle at the church.
The apartment building my parents owned had a tenant upstairs and downstairs. I remember the layout of the building and how we'd hide under the stairs where there was a secret room and we could peek into the yard. I remember how at my birthday party, my mom asked me to give a kid who was leaving the gift party gift that I chose. I remember Betty living next door in a wheel chair, and how she was always dressed up and pretty, and how her mother who was very old had to take care of her. Betty was in her 20's. A few doors down from them there was a girl who I would play puppets with. A few doors down from there was Linda Granata's house. We played Mother May I on her porch.
My mother coming home from the hospital with brother Nick. I was too shy to look at him. I remember the alley behind our house and the trash guys and the fresh produce trucks selling their wares. I remember the back view of many apartments and think I used to visit one and sit on the porch with them, but I don't remember who they were. One of my siblings fell off their bike and into bushes and had to go to the doctor. The dime store was nearby and every time my mom gave us some money for helping her clean the house, we'd go buy stuff. I remember someone stealing from there and getting caught.
My memory is trying to drive me to the exact location where we lived 42 years ago. I actually think I'm going to Mapquest it from my parent's current home.
I think I need to go back and visit.
The mind is a funny thing.
I was 4 or 5 years old, living in Chicago. 1539 N. Lorel to be exact. Phone number BE7-2672! I'm remembering the little alley 2 houses down from us, and on the corner our doctor's office. I remember if you go left, you can get to the Catholic school I attended, the little soda shoppe kids went to after school, the hamburger joint across the street. I remember the diner that a friend's father owned, who would make me a grilled cheese sandwich for free sometimes. I remember the nuns, the playground...me carrying the big bag of bubble bath lotion for Xmas and falling and breaking one of them on the way to school. I remember taking the picture on my first communion with Sister Mary Charles. I remember walking down the aisle at the church.
The apartment building my parents owned had a tenant upstairs and downstairs. I remember the layout of the building and how we'd hide under the stairs where there was a secret room and we could peek into the yard. I remember how at my birthday party, my mom asked me to give a kid who was leaving the gift party gift that I chose. I remember Betty living next door in a wheel chair, and how she was always dressed up and pretty, and how her mother who was very old had to take care of her. Betty was in her 20's. A few doors down from them there was a girl who I would play puppets with. A few doors down from there was Linda Granata's house. We played Mother May I on her porch.
My mother coming home from the hospital with brother Nick. I was too shy to look at him. I remember the alley behind our house and the trash guys and the fresh produce trucks selling their wares. I remember the back view of many apartments and think I used to visit one and sit on the porch with them, but I don't remember who they were. One of my siblings fell off their bike and into bushes and had to go to the doctor. The dime store was nearby and every time my mom gave us some money for helping her clean the house, we'd go buy stuff. I remember someone stealing from there and getting caught.
My memory is trying to drive me to the exact location where we lived 42 years ago. I actually think I'm going to Mapquest it from my parent's current home.
I think I need to go back and visit.
The mind is a funny thing.
