I'm a Mommy, Oh and a Friday Funny....

Last night we saw our mommy duck, (well technically not our mommy duck, she's made herself at home in our back yard) with three little babies walking as close to her as possible.

There are still two or three eggs as of last night, so I'm not sure how many babies there will be or if they'll all survive. (That's the scary part) The mommy duck doesn't have any of the colorful feathers now, since she made a nest with them. Anyway, here's some pics of them, and then below that is a Friday Funny a friend sent to me.






NEW OFFICE POLICY


Dress Code:

1) You are advised to come to work dressed according to your salary.

2) If we see you wearing Prada shoes and carrying a Gucci bag, we will assume you are doing well financially and therefore do not need a raise.

3) If you dress poorly, you need to learn to manage your money better, so that you may buy nicer clothes, and therefore you do not need a raise.

4) If you dress just right, you are right where you need to be and therefore you do not need a raise.

Sick Days:
We will no longer accept a doctor's statement as proof of sickness. If you are able to go to the doctor, you are able to come to work.

Personal Days:
Each employee will receive 104 personal days a year. They are called Saturdays & Sundays.

Bereavement Leave:
This is no excuse for missing work. There is nothing you can do for dead friends, relatives or co-workers. Every effort should be made to have non-employees attend the funeral arrangements in your place. In rare cases where employee involvement is necessary, the funeral should be scheduled in the late afternoon. We will be glad to allow you to work
through your lunch hour and subsequently leave one hour early.

Bathroom Breaks:
Entirely too much time is being spent in the toilet. There is now a strict three-minute time limit in the stalls. At the end of three minutes, an alarm will sound, the toilet paper roll will retract, the stall door will open, and a picture will be taken. After your second offense, your picture will be posted on the company bulletin board under the "Chronic Offenders" category. Anyone caught smiling in the picture will be sectioned under the company's mental health policy.


Lunch Break:
* Skinny people get 30 minutes for lunch, as they need to eat more, so that they can look healthy.

* Normal size people get 15 minutes for lunch to get a balanced meal to maintain their average figure.

* Chubby people get 5 minutes for lunch, because that's all the time needed to drink a Slim-Fast.

Thank you for your loyalty to our company. We are here to provide a positive employment experience. Therefore, all questions, comments, concerns, complaints, frustrations, irritations, aggravations, insinuations, allegations, accusations, contemplations, consternation and input should be directed elsewhere.

The Management

Hope everyone has a great weekend!!!

Writing Wishes and Plotting Dreams,
Vicki

Your Breathe Catches…and You’re Memorized

Once in awhile you are given the privilege of seeing, hearing, or reading about someone extraordinary. And when that happens, your thoughts on life, goals, and believing in the magic comes full circle.

Last night was one of those moments for me. Science Guy and I Tivo’d America’s Got Talent since we like to fast forward through the commercials. They keep showing this one guy and saying he was coming up after the break, but it was at the end when they finally showed him.

I have to say in my opinion, the judges who screen the contestants to decide who is allowed to come on an audition, must have spoken with the three judges on stage. Peirce asked the performer quite a few questions.

And then Neil Boyd sang:




Yes, he sang the same song as Paul Potts did his first go round on Britain’s Got Talent. And yes Neil was amazing. He may not have held the final note out as long as it would normally be, but as you’ll see on the clip, he was somewhat emotional.

His story of his life growing up is one many can relate to. Raised by his mother, he and his brother missed out much of their time with her since she worked continually to make ends meet.

One of the funny yet sweet things he said backstage was he didn’t know he was poor growing up. It was only after his mother told they were poor that he knew. To me this speaks volumes of his mother. To be a single parent, raising to boys, working every waking hour you can, and for your children not know the family struggled is amazing and nothing but a home full of love.

I also realized watching him, we all have the same chance to be one who others are seeing our passions be it art, music, writing, and any number of things. No, it may not be on a stage auditioning for America’s Got Talent, but it is where your passion leads you and what you do to make your dream come true.

WW’s and PD’s,
Vicki

Happy Father's Day

It’s late in the day and Science Guy and I have spent a very quite one together. Neither of our parents live here, nor do they close enough to drive to. Not even for a long drive. So we just enjoyed being together and relaxing.

Ahhhh….nice word, relaxing. Doing exactly what you want to do or doing nothing at all. Your choice. We don’t get many of those days, which makes them all the more sweeter.

My dad (actually he was my step dad, but the only dad I knew), passed away when I was in high school. He was one of the hardest working men I know. He worked six days a week, but on Sunday’s that was family time. There were many times we’d be woken up at 6:00 AM to grab the swimsuits and head out to Ft DeSoto, where my dad would cook breakfast on the grill and we’d play in the water. My home was the place where everyone came and at anytime. Dinner was at the same time each day, but mom really never knew how many might be gracing our dinner table. And the thing was she never complained.

I have a wonderful stepfather who has been in my life for about…well, a long time. He’s great and I love him dearly. I don’t have the fond memories of a child with him, but I do have the memories of watching my children grow up with him.

My sister and I were very lucky to also have Mommy and Daddy Beard. Beard, that was their last name. I guess you call them grandparents, but they were a second set of parents to us. They gave us unconditional love and we were above all blessed to love them and have them in our lives. They gave us stability and we knew what a loving home was. Daddy Beard was a retired Southern Baptist preacher and he loved to have a little argument once in a while. By little I really do mean little. In today’s world no one would even call it an argument. The thing is Mommy Beard would argue with him. She would calmly walk away. A few minutes would go by and he’d be fine.

Every night of my young life that was spent at their home, along with my sister, we read the bible. I know for some people reading this, you wouldn’t want to read the bible. But you see Mommy Beard had a third grade education and it was reading the bible that taught her to read. Daddy Beard would loving help her through words she didn’t quite understand.

And OMG, their fridge wasn’t frost free. So my sister and I would scrap the top ice and make slushies. Today, they’d tell us we were going to die due to the chemicals that had to be in that ice. But we didn’t die and those slushies were so good.

He also taught us to love nature and animals. We had so many pets with him, even a monkey. It was rather mean though and we finally had to give it to the zoo. And maybe the best part was we could make a mess as long as we cleaned it up. They loved us through being kids and doing what kids do.

For the dad’s out there, I hope this is has been the day you wanted. Watching the TV, playing games with the family, going to the movies, or just plain ole relaxing. You deserve this day. Your role in your children’s lives is a huge one and so today it’s your turn for us to say thank you for loving us, for scolding us when we needed it, and for giving us wings to soar and lettings us fall. You teach us what it means to hold a family together, to be safe in our homes, and work an honest day for an honest dollar.

To my Dad in heaven and to my Daddy Beard, thank you for everything, all the love, discipline, and just plain wanting more for us, demanding more of us then we thought we had in us. You taught us well and I for one will always your daughter and your granddaughter. You are the reason I can write the HEA. You both should us how it's done in your everyday life.

I love you both and Happy Father’s Day.

Vicki