Today I Learned To Count.

Song of the blog: The Fear You Won't Fall_ Joshua Radin

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It doesn't take nearly as long as you would think to bike 3 miles. Today I had my first day of work, and it was amazing because it was work. For those of you who don't know, little may there be, I work at K-Mart. I am not allowed to say anything bad. *Cough Cough* But I am in no way required to say anything good. And really I only have good things to say. =)

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Funny the things you learn as you grow up. Also, funny how technology has grown since I was a little girl. Little do you know, K-Mart can see the very color of your eyes. Don't steal. Just sayin'. They will catch you.

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It is possible for your mouth to run out of saliva. It is a very uncomfortable sort of sensation. Just thought I would let you know.

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My co-workers are all great. Taylor just got married this last summer, Joanne is a sweet 50 year old woman that reminds me of Emma's father in Jane Austen's novel Emma. So sweet and caring. My boss Nadine is all smiles, all the time, but I can tell that she has another side that can be all business if you screw up. Dan is the security guy, and he is really nice. Megan in Jewelry is a sweetheart. She just finished writing a novel and is in the process of getting represented so she can be published. I have so many personalities around me that I know work will never be boring. I am going to love it here.

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Quotes:

Never knock on Death's door: ring the bell and run away! Death really hates that!

Matt Frewer, as Dr. Mike Stratford in "Doctor, Doctor"

If you wish success in life, make perseverance your bosom friend, experience your wise counselor, caution your elder brother and hope your guardian genius.

Joseph Addison (1672 - 1719)

Things are seldom what they seem, skim milk masquerades as cream.

W. S. Gilbert (1836 - 1911)

 Charm is a way of getting the answer yes without asking a clear question.

Albert Camus (1913 - 1960)

Some things have occured.

Song of the blog: December_ Collective Soul

Yesteerday. Food was among the gracious blessing that came upon Jacob and I. We were very thrifty I think, and it gives me hope for a good time grocery shopping with him for the rest of my life. Full of it I gather. =)

I have nothing witty to say, nor anything smart, nor anything other than contentness and a little bit of anxiousness. I am still waiting for my boss to call me and tell me when I can start working. A phone call I have been expecting since Monday evening. (Blasted long background checks. I hope they don't look into that vacation I went on to Mantigue....) But today I watched Mansfield Park (BBC version), and it was a fairly good production of it. I never get tired of Jane Austen. How can anyone? She is genius. And I work at K-Mart. Ah, life.

But Jacob had some exciting fun taking random turns last night and going everywhere but where we wanted to go. We do get to talking he and I. :)

Snapshot Worth Blogging Of:

I was standing in the kitchen, doing something insignificant. Jacob comes in and begins to dance with me. There is no music and I giggle like an idiot. Good thing though, I am marrying a man that will never think me an idiot. Good choice Heaven. Good choice.

Moments like these I wish I could capture and show my daughters when they come to me one day, "Mom, how do I know he loves me?" "Well darling, he will dance with you in the kitchen when he darn well feels like it."

Quotes.

When you jump for joy, beware that no one moves the ground from beneath your feet.
    Stanislaw J. Lec (1909 - 1966), "Unkempt Thoughts"

ICONOCLAST, n. A breaker of idols, the worshipers whereof are imperfectly gratified by the performance, and most strenuously protest that he unbuildeth but doth not reedify, that he pulleth down but pileth not up. For the poor things would have other idols in place of those he thwacketh upon the mazzard and dispelleth. But the iconoclast saith: "Ye shall have none at all, for ye need them not; and if the rebuilder fooleth round hereabout, behold I will depress the head of him and sit thereon till he squawk it."

     Ambrose Bierce (1842 - 1914), The Devil's Dictionary

It usually takes more than three weeks to prepare a good impromptu speech.

     Mark Twain (1835 - 1910)
Walking isn't a lost art: one must, by some means, get to the garage.

     Evan Esar (1899 - 1995)