Thursday, May 28, 2015

Okay...

it seems seems that some people do read this little missive.Let me know your thoughts.

Maybe I'm getting old...

...but I don't want to think so.
Have a store move coming up that's gonna be a booger. Not enough staff ... know it's gonna hurt...have to deal.
This store move stuff is taking a toll on me.
I usually do the windows. Flip those girls who are a third taller than me off their stands...pants off...new pants on...up on their stands. Continue to adorn. Six times for the windows...other girls on the floor.
I can do this! Yeah!
Yeah...I can do this but I probably shouldn't be doing this.
I'm wiped out for two days after.
Still have to work.
There has to be a better way of doing this. I want to learn what it is.
Cause I don't feel we're doing it right!

Monday, May 25, 2015

Things sneak up...

...you're in a moment. Remembering...what you forgot to say...what you wanted to say.

Last time I saw my Dad...the LAST time I saw him. When Mum and I entered his room..he said "Hello Cyndy." 
I hope he was proud of me.

I try to carry on his legacy of integrity.

Last time I saw him...in hospital.  DaddyBear was so tired. Rubbed the space between his eyebrows...just like I did with Cory...to help him sleep.