Gracias for the comments on my previous post. I thought long and hard about the one my mom wrote, and she had a few good points, but I was sold on the whole social environment thing. Do you mean I could actually work with people who also think that hard work is the norm? Well, in truth, work at an office is a laid back sort of hard work. If you meet a priority deadline and accomplish the task beyond your boss' vision, than you are doing good. Right?

I have applied, but I am not hired. They will start interviews on the 19th. I have people hoping and pulling ropes for me at BSC, but I understand the reality that someone better skilled and with better personality can apply and get the job. Despite everyone's hope.

Guess what I get to do today?










Yep, loads of laundry. I have color separated them, and put the linens and towels in their own pile; now it is time to wash. Days like this I long for proper water pressure, where it doesn't take 10 minutes to fill a large load. Frustrating, and to add to that I can not do anything else with the water at the same time. Ugh! So this will take about two-three days...

I got my school books for the Spring semester...$350 later. And I only bought 4 books. This is highway robbery! Used books still cost almost $100!

Last night I rented some movies; kid ones' (Fairytopia, Saddle Club, March of the Penguins) and others (War of the Worlds *good to see the tripods actually looked like the original depiction*, Brothers' Grimm, and Phantom of the Opera). After the kids went to bed I watched Brother's Grimm, and while it started slow the end was pretty good. I enjoyed seeing all the symbolisms of the stories I grew up with. Can you believe...when I told my husband that the movie was about stories written by Hans Christian Anderson (I thought), he said, "I do not know who that is. Who is he?"?!! I balked! I thought everyone knew who H.C.A was! I can not express the personal shock and...OMG. Anyway, I had dreams about the movie all night...you know the kind where you dream that you are part of the movie...and than anything that happens in the real world becomes just a part of your dream; like alarm clocks. :) There were moving trees, witches, werewolves, crypts, etc.

Now, about Phantom of the Opera. I saw a part of the movie on HBO last week and I cried. Like a baby. No, not because of the story, but because of the music! I miss my friends who were so into the play and sang the songs over and over. It was like almost a cult thing, along with Monty Python's 'Search for the Holy Grail' and Mr. Bean. Andrew Lloyd Webber was like the musical god. His songs were picked over and over for personal solos...I remember this one song that everytime I heard it my heart skipped a beat.

"I have never felt like this, For once I'm lost for words, Your smiles has really thrown me. This is not like me at all, I never thought I'd know, The kind of love you've shown me. Now, no matter where I am, No matter what I do, I see your face appearing, Like an unexpected song An unexpected song, That only we are hearing "(Unexpected Song)

Ahhh, whenever I heard this song sung in choir I thought of a handsome gentleman sitting in the row behind me and to the right. I thought to myself..."this is for you!" and then there was...

"Think of me think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye remember me once in a while, please promise me you'll try When you find, that once again you long to take your heart back, and be free if you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me...Think of me think of me waking, silent and resigned... imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind... Recall those days, look back on all those times, think of the things we'll never do... there will never be a day when I won't think of you" (Think of Me)

I imagined that it was sung for him. Are you laughing, "You're the Mama"? Because I know you know exactly who I am referring to! :) I also sang, 'Pie Jesu' one Christmass concert (against that gentleman's advice) with a girl in the choir who thought she could hit that HIGH note, but she couldn't...I hate that memory. I am certain the crowd thought, "God! Get these girls OFF the microphone!". Anyway, back to the point of my discussion, I cried when I watched the movie because I miss those moments when someone sang music to make a hearted attempt at someone's heart. I heard on the movie, 'All I ask of you' and my tears streamed so profusely I could not see the screen. I want someone to "ask that of me".

"No more talk of darkness, forget these wide-eyed fears; I'm here, nothing can harm you, my words will warm and calm you.

Let me be your freedom, let daylight dry your tears; I'm here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.

Let me be your shelter, let me be your light; you're safe, no one will find you, your fears are far behind you." (AllI ask of You)

(I can hear some of you singing! :) )

I am not a dried-up adult. I still have childish fanasties of romance, and music, and flowers. I still want that spontaneous love that a presuades a person to do what makes no sense. To sing, to take dance lessons, to buy flowers for no reason, and to be in the presence of the other because you can not imagine being any where else. Granted, I am stressed and so busy most of the time to be available for any romance, but gosh, wouldn't it be nice to know that I had that in my life anyway? Case in point...(for some this may either bother you or make you laugh, but for those that bother you...this IS my blog) last night M. wanted something, and I was asked to make the seduction. He wanted it, BUT I had to deliver it. I didn't mind giving the oil massage, it was actually fun, but as I mentioned to him, "Why am I seducing you when it is you who wants it?" He just mumbled as my fingers played with his hair. No, not that hair. :)

Okay, that is as "adult" as I'll get on this blog. Have a good day, I have a LOT of laundry to get too.