A Day For Optimism

I’d like to say that I’m a glass half-full kind of gal. I try to keep myself open for a door that might swing my way and open me up to a whole new world where everyone says please and thank you. I know, stop laughing. I haven’t gone off my rocker, although my rocker is no longer on the porch and has been put away in storage for the winter. We have all been suffering one way or the other these past few months. Luckily, I haven’t lost my house, I have enough food to eat and I’m paying most of my bills. I did lose one of my part-time jobs the other day; but, I might be able to pick up another one in the next few weeks. (See, half-full) Everyone knows that today is the day that all of the changing is supposed to start changing. I changed a lot of things last week. I changed a light bulb in the bathroom. I changed the cat box three times. I changed my mind several times about taking a trip to Vegas. (I wish) These changes are by no means earth shattering to anyone other than me and the cat. I like to have a light on when I use the facility and we both like a clean litter box. I have already started the changing in my life. I’m hopeful and optimistic that the economy will recover, people can stay in their homes, people can afford health insurance and the troops will come home. Change, change, change! But? Don’t the more things change, the more they stay the same? I hope not.

Two Weeks Notice

Today was a very special day for the 43rd President of the United States. According to my calculations he has only two weeks left in what has been a very stormy presidency. And you know what? I'll bet he's glad. I won't bore you with the details, but, we all have been affected by 9/11, the banking failures, and an economy that has been foundered to say the least. If you have never tendered a two week's notice letter it goes something like this: Dear So and So: It is with extreme regret that I tender to you my resignation effective two weeks from today. I am moving on to bigger and better things. I'm going to take a nap...for about a month. I thank you for all of the blah, blah, blahs you and your idiot associates have presented me with and wish you nothing but moonbeams and unicorns in your future endeavors. Sincerely, (Thank Goodness, I'm getting the hell out of here.) George W. Bush P.S. I am taking all of the office supplies that I could ever possibly need, as well as a few plates from the China Room. Whatcha' gonna do about it? Fire me? Now, I'm not exactly sure that is what his letter said, but, I bet I'm not too far off. As time marches forward to the inauguration of the next President, you know he's got to be sitting in the Oval Office reclining in his chair counting the ceiling tiles and getting dizzy from spinning his chair in complete circles. Two more weeks and then you're done. Take a rest, you've earned it.