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Good times.

B E S T.     R I D E.     E V E R. I stood and watched 3 cycles of this ride. Loving the screams. Loving the expressions. The lights, the motion, the unpredictability of it all. Would it spin? Would it free fall? But better than watching the ride, was actually partaking in its spinning goodness. I sat between Mandie, and some pre-pubescent boy, who seemed impressed with his abilities to shout gratuitous explicatives in an effort to impress "the laaaaa-days".

There was a controlled ascent through a haze of dry ice and nervous chatter. The entire ride jerked and groaned. I eyed Mandie nervously and she shouted over vintage MC Hammer Can't Touch This: "I hate when that happens!!!!!" I nodded and grinned. The machine broke wind, and we were OFF. Spinning. Jerking. Screaming. DIVING. Laughing. Loose change was hurled to the ground below, and we became a flaming ball of adrenaline, lights, and surprised urine. Good times. -SEP / 10-6-05

Let Dixie Classic Fair week - BEGIN!

Wordless Wednesday

Erev Yom Kippur

Baruch atah Ado-nai,
Ehlo-haynu melech Ha-olam,
she'he'che'yanu v'kee'manu
v'hee'gee'anu la'zman ha'zeh.

Blessed are you Lord, our G-d.
Ruler of the world,
Who has kept us alive, sustained us,
and brought us to this season.

...............and Amen.

Wordless Wednesday... er, sorta.

Tomorrow - I'm TOTALLY headed for the beach! Going camping with the 'ole family. We'll be coming back on Saturday - but I'm looking forward to a few days away, and some quality time on the shore.

[happy happy happy sigh]

Have a great weekend!

Was that REALLY so hard?

People. Their voices. Their demands. Their feigned ignorance. Their stupidity. Their insistence on pronouncing colon-oscopy "colon-ostomy". I'm verging on tearing out of the building, shrieking like my head is on fire. Maybe I should just light my hair on fire - that would be less painful.

Me: "What is the name of your practice or facility?"

Caller: "Fairfield."

Me: "OK, is that a practice or facility?"

Caller: "Facility."

Me: "OK... so... what is the actual name of the facility?"

Caller: "Fairfield Memorial Hospital."

Me: "Now, was that so hard?"

Seriously. Seriously? SERIOUSLY??!!!

I consider myself to be a patient person - and scenarios like that are all toooo typical. So it's dumb to waste my breath complaining about it.... it's like yelling at a Zebra because it has stripes. Yelling at it won't change it. It is what it is - a zebra has stripes. Working in customer service causes strife - it is what it is. However, on days like today I can't help but get the feeling that I'm a Grizzly Bear sitting in a cage, and the person on the other end of the phone is poking me with a stick - just to see how I'll react.

If everyone on the planet had their [explicative censored] stuff together when they called me, I would be out of a job. Because if they had their [explicative censored] stuff together, they would be able to figure out their problems on their own. But people at their cores are just...... lazy. They KNOW how to tie their shoes, they just want ME to do it for them.

This is why I'm glad I'm not God. Well - really there are multitudinous reasons why I'm glad I'm not God - this is just one of them. He has the ULTIMATE customer service job, doesn't He? Dealing with the whole of humanity and their laziness, and zebra stripes. I'm so relieved that He patiently listens to my mispronunciations and requests of a convenient life; how He gently points me in the right direction... offering wisdom and peace and strength to set out and DO the thing that He requires of me. He never condescendingly declares from on high: "Now, seriously - was that REALLY so hard?!?!??"

He understands my humanness, but loves me too much to let me sit and fester in it. So, in spite of the fact that I would rather light my head on fire than sit here and deal with humanity showing its ass on the other end of the phone - I recognize it as an opportunity to grow.

*nods slowly*

Right?

Friday Felicities - 9/7/07