The Random Ramblings of a Sassy Redhead

So here we are on Thanksgiving Eve. People are running around getting last minute things for their big meals tomorrow, cleaning their houses, pulling out the good china and getting ready for the influx of relatives that show up to devour food that it took most of the day making. Me? I'm sitting here thankful for a small house and an almost non-functioning kitchen so I don't have to have anybody invade my space. It's wonderful! What are some of the other things I'm thankful for? Here we go: My dog. Duh. Rick Springfield. Double duh. I s'pose I should say my family. Well, some of them anyway. Some--not so thankful for them! (You know we all have those relatives so quit judging me!) Having a job although some days.... My sense of humor. My friends who get my sense of humor. Those who don't get it? Why are we friends again? The people at the Y who give me so much material on a nearly daily basis. Those people have helped me gain back my love of writing! The

Do you ever take personal responsibility or the blame for something that really isn't your fault? I do it all the time and I hate that I do it. Here's the story of a couple instances that are intertwined. I've been a board member of our company's charitable Foundation for nearly 7 years and I'm the only board member from the east Metro area of the company and part of my responsibility is to try and get offices to give a crap about the Foundation and charity work in general. I've failed miserably with 2 of the offices. Correction: I feel like I've failed miserably with 2 of them. Pillow Fight 2018: I emailed the one office who has always sucked at Pillow Fight and gave them an "incentive" (also know as a bribe) to push them to do better at the Pillow Fight. I told them that if they collected 1000 pillows, I'd buy them all lunch. Shockingly, they went over 1000 pillows so I forked over a good chunk of change and bought them lunch. Pillow Figh

Growing up, we went to church every Sunday. I really can't remember not going to church on Sundays and also going to Sunday school and once I was older, going to confirmation. In our family, there was never really a choice on Sunday; you just went to church. I was also very involved in our youth group even though the church I went to had a heckuva time getting someone to lead the group. For a while, we were without a leader so a few of us that were the oldest carried it. One of the guys was a junior deacon and Lord only knows why he had a key to the church but he did. Mind you; we were in high school so, you know, that was taking a chance but our only goal was to have meetings and keep the group running. My last meeting was when our new pastor came into the church while we were discussing what our next activity would be and reamed us out for being in the church. Now, this wasn't a stern talking to; this was straight up yelling. I went home and told my Mom that I would never ste

You know those people that wish they could go back to high school? "What I wouldn't give to go back and re-live my high school days!" Yeahhhhh...I'm not one of those people. As I mentioned many moons ago, I was just an average, under-the-radar kid when it came to high school. I went to school and then worked two jobs after school. I wasn't involved in extra-curricular activities because I didn't really care to be. I wasn't popular. I just "was". Now, we had cliques in school because what school doesn't have cliques? Of course, there were the jocks and the cheerleaders and the potheads and stoners and the preppies and then there was one group who, I feel,  had some of the meanest girls included in it. The Raidaires. The Raidaires were the dance line. A lot of people went to school where the cheerleaders were bitches but not at my school. The cheerleaders were cool and friendly. It was some of the Raidaires who were all out bitches. Let me

Whenever our branch VP brings up doing anything social outside of the office with people in my office, my standard response is, "I'm out!" People think I'm anti-social (I kind of am) but I learned my lesson years ago to not get close to anyone in the office. There was one agent in the office that I used to hang with a lot; we were really close but then she started to "abuse" my friendship. We had our annual holiday event one Saturday which ended at noon and she had clients call her (at 1 p.m.) to say they needed a notary. I am a notary but I only notarize for our clients or people I know. My behind is on the line when I notarize something so I'm very careful who I help and who I don't. This particular day, I'd been at the office since 6 a.m. finishing set-up of the event and I was exhausted from being on my feet and running all morning. The agent told me her people needed me to notarize something and I told her I wouldn't and she went ballis

Signs You're an Introvert You enjoy spending plenty of time alone. ... Your inner monologue is hard to shut off. ... You do your best thinking alone. ... You often feel lonelier in a crowd than when you're alone. ... You feel like you're faking it when you have to network. ... You have no desire to be the center of attention. I went to lunch with some friends yesterday and the one stated that her daughter told her she's (the daughter)  an introvert and my friend told her daughter there was no way because she's very good with clients, etc and the daughter explained that there's a difference to being "on" at work and being an extrovert. I told my friend I totally get where her daughter is coming from and that I call myself an introverted extrovert aka an AMBIVERT. I deal with a myriad of people every day at work. I spend my day being polite and friendly to all types of people whether they're nice or not but when I get home? Leave me the hel