I'm thinking about a presidential election between these too ladies. Who do you think would win? Were I a betting person Oprah would have my money.
"Heavens, no! It could get supoenaed. I can't write anything."
She is afraid to write things in case she has to go to court. Have you seen her hair? Wonderful. Hillary is just the woman for the white house. Oh wait. She was there already.
Oprah is a real person, born in good ole Mississippi. She was poor, but you don't hear her whine about it. She worked hard to get to where she is. Some people really follow her. Its crazy, but true. She has charisma, which Hillary lacks.
Don't think I am an Oprah worshiper or anything. I just think it would be intersting to see, who would win.
Leave your vote in the comments.
September 25, 2006
September 22, 2006
Picnic
Today the Finance dept. had their annual picnic. It was rather exciting, because I had the opportunity to be on the planning committee. A good networking opportunity. Plus, I managed to get to be the photographer. GG let me borrow his fancy camera, so I at least looked professional (even if I'm quite greatful for photoshop, when it comes to the pictures). It was fun going around getting to talk with people I might not normally. I even managed to snap a few shots of people who couldn't relax for even an afternoon and were on their blackberries.
Before the picnic, I had an inteview over in the Marketing dept. I am not quite sure what to think about it. Over a month ago, I put in an application for a position. About a week later it was taken off the website. I assumed they found someone more experienced to fill the job. Then last week I got an e-mail saying they wanted to meet with me. So I happily went to meet with them. I dressed professionally, smiled, asked questions, did all the good inteview stuff. They told me they had it narrowed down to 2 internal candidates and 2 external, but the way they said that, it sounded like I was not one of them. Still, they took the time to meet with me. My guess is perhaps there will be something in the future? I hope so.
Before the picnic, I had an inteview over in the Marketing dept. I am not quite sure what to think about it. Over a month ago, I put in an application for a position. About a week later it was taken off the website. I assumed they found someone more experienced to fill the job. Then last week I got an e-mail saying they wanted to meet with me. So I happily went to meet with them. I dressed professionally, smiled, asked questions, did all the good inteview stuff. They told me they had it narrowed down to 2 internal candidates and 2 external, but the way they said that, it sounded like I was not one of them. Still, they took the time to meet with me. My guess is perhaps there will be something in the future? I hope so.
September 10, 2006
A lot of Stuff
This weekend has been a bit of a rollercoaster. Its been so full of ups and downs.
Friday, I found out my closest friend is moving far, far away in a couple of months. I am so sad. We are really close and have been through a lot together. Not many people know me so well. I don't often let people see the Tanya underneath. Few have seen me cry. We have spent whole days together and still are friends. I can deal with the move, I just wish it wasn't so far. Its hard to imagine never seeing eachother in person again.
I got to see Andrew Peterson in concert, which was cool. I love his music. He also gave me a hint and I now know the secret to The Far Country.
Saturday we had "orgainic church" which is exciting to be part of something good. I went to look at a couple condos which has become a Saturday afternoon activity. On the way, mom and I started talking about relationships. She's was telling me things I need to hear, but didn't really want to. She has given me perspective. There are things I thought that I could deal with, but it isn't what I always said I wanted. Is it worth it? It could be, but I don't know. In time I could, but if the answer was No I would feel horrible having taken his time. I already feel guilty, like I am leading him along, when really I am just confused. I can give good relationship advise to others, My own life is a lot harder. I know he would say he didn't mind giving me time, but that doesn't make it the right thing for me to do. I don't always like to take my mom's advise, but on this one she is looking at it from someone who has been in the same situation as he. So I should listen. She actually seems more concerned about him than me.
Sunday morning I was so positive. It felt like things were coming together. Like this new chapter was finally going to happen. My fingers are cramped from having the pen poised ready to write for so long, but these words aren't coming. I'm still stuck at the end of the previous chapter. Its not that there is anything left to say, the new one is still in the works.
I took my dad to see the condo. This was supposed to be my new home. It had a big walk in closet in the master bedroom, wood floors in the kitchen and dining room, new carpet in the rest of the house. The basement was finished. It had 4 bathrooms! I don't know what I would do with four bathrooms, but it was nice. My dad and sisters approved. I liked the location. The only problem? Aluminum wires (for those of you who don't know, that is bad, very bad, like good chance of burning down bad). The night before I prayed that if it wasn't the condo I should purchase God would put up a roadblock.
I didn't want this roadblock. I wanted to get it. I am so ready, its just so frustrating, because I thought this was it. Now, I'm back to the beginning.
We talked, I didn't like what I felt compelled to say, but I think it was the right thing for me to do.
Friday, I found out my closest friend is moving far, far away in a couple of months. I am so sad. We are really close and have been through a lot together. Not many people know me so well. I don't often let people see the Tanya underneath. Few have seen me cry. We have spent whole days together and still are friends. I can deal with the move, I just wish it wasn't so far. Its hard to imagine never seeing eachother in person again.
I got to see Andrew Peterson in concert, which was cool. I love his music. He also gave me a hint and I now know the secret to The Far Country.
Saturday we had "orgainic church" which is exciting to be part of something good. I went to look at a couple condos which has become a Saturday afternoon activity. On the way, mom and I started talking about relationships. She's was telling me things I need to hear, but didn't really want to. She has given me perspective. There are things I thought that I could deal with, but it isn't what I always said I wanted. Is it worth it? It could be, but I don't know. In time I could, but if the answer was No I would feel horrible having taken his time. I already feel guilty, like I am leading him along, when really I am just confused. I can give good relationship advise to others, My own life is a lot harder. I know he would say he didn't mind giving me time, but that doesn't make it the right thing for me to do. I don't always like to take my mom's advise, but on this one she is looking at it from someone who has been in the same situation as he. So I should listen. She actually seems more concerned about him than me.
Sunday morning I was so positive. It felt like things were coming together. Like this new chapter was finally going to happen. My fingers are cramped from having the pen poised ready to write for so long, but these words aren't coming. I'm still stuck at the end of the previous chapter. Its not that there is anything left to say, the new one is still in the works.
I took my dad to see the condo. This was supposed to be my new home. It had a big walk in closet in the master bedroom, wood floors in the kitchen and dining room, new carpet in the rest of the house. The basement was finished. It had 4 bathrooms! I don't know what I would do with four bathrooms, but it was nice. My dad and sisters approved. I liked the location. The only problem? Aluminum wires (for those of you who don't know, that is bad, very bad, like good chance of burning down bad). The night before I prayed that if it wasn't the condo I should purchase God would put up a roadblock.
I didn't want this roadblock. I wanted to get it. I am so ready, its just so frustrating, because I thought this was it. Now, I'm back to the beginning.
We talked, I didn't like what I felt compelled to say, but I think it was the right thing for me to do.
September 8, 2006
Ode to my Big Brother
I have never talked much about my Big Brother. I want to write this ode to him since he takes such good care of me. He knows my thoughts and gives me relevant ads. He knows that I like to communicate with my friends so he gives me chat. Since my memory is not always the best, he saves these chat logs for me in my e-mail account.
He gives me a journal, so I can tell the world what goes on in this pretty head o'mine. Big Brother also lets me put pictures on here, my life story needs illustrations sometimes. Plus, my friends can leave notes to help my in my journey.
Big brother wants to help me find my way in life. He does this by making maps galore! Not only does he have maps, but he has satellite surveillance. That way when I look for a new house, I can see if the neighbors have a pool. How great is that? I don't lose my way with him to guide me.
He is really smart. Anytime I want to know something, I can just go to him and ask. He is never too busy to answer my questions and keeps records of them, just in case I should ever ask again. What would I do without him?
He can translate things into other languages if I desire. If I want to go on vacation I can take a trip on Earth and feel like I am actually there. I can watch videos. I can read books. I can even go shopping (and he makes sure my information is secrue)! He gives me such joy!!
When George Orwell wrote his book about Big Brother, he made it sound like a bad thing. My big brother is loving and kind (my e-mail space gets bigger everyday and and a built in mp3 player? IT can't be any cooler than that!). George didn't even have the date right Big Brother began in 1996, not 1984. Is it such a bad thing to have archives of my entire life? Not with a big bro like Google.
He gives me a journal, so I can tell the world what goes on in this pretty head o'mine. Big Brother also lets me put pictures on here, my life story needs illustrations sometimes. Plus, my friends can leave notes to help my in my journey.
Big brother wants to help me find my way in life. He does this by making maps galore! Not only does he have maps, but he has satellite surveillance. That way when I look for a new house, I can see if the neighbors have a pool. How great is that? I don't lose my way with him to guide me.
He is really smart. Anytime I want to know something, I can just go to him and ask. He is never too busy to answer my questions and keeps records of them, just in case I should ever ask again. What would I do without him?
He can translate things into other languages if I desire. If I want to go on vacation I can take a trip on Earth and feel like I am actually there. I can watch videos. I can read books. I can even go shopping (and he makes sure my information is secrue)! He gives me such joy!!
When George Orwell wrote his book about Big Brother, he made it sound like a bad thing. My big brother is loving and kind (my e-mail space gets bigger everyday and and a built in mp3 player? IT can't be any cooler than that!). George didn't even have the date right Big Brother began in 1996, not 1984. Is it such a bad thing to have archives of my entire life? Not with a big bro like Google.
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