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Tulip’s Tales

  • Moving On, part 2

    Posted on Sunday, January 11, 2015

    Well friends, I think I posted somewhere here that I hoped 2015 would be a little less of a roller coaster ride than 2014, but that is not to be.  So ok, I’ll roll with it.

    At 2:00 Friday I was fired from my job without warning.  Most of you here know I’m a pretty blunt, tell-it-like-I-see-it sort of person.  That’s who I am.  Apparently in the workplace that is considered “harassment” and creates “a hostile work environment“.  That is according to human resources.  Apparently calling a fat lazy cow a fat lazy cow is a no-no.

    The long and short of it, I’ve been the queen bee at my job for 2 1/2 years.  And two young gals want to be me. And they did the mean, sneaky things necessary to make sure they get my job.  I don’t know how to deal with working with that type of women.  Sadly they went over the bosses head

    So, I’m back where I was exactly three years ago.  Desperately needing a job to pay the bills.  

    But I have been absolutely overwhelmed by the love and support of family and friends and co-workers.  The guy everyone refers to as my boyfriend (including hubby) has been by the house twice, and drunk texted me all Friday night making sure I’m ok.  My “work son” has been here with his girlfriend twice.  My helper at work came by with her husband last night.  My kids have been so supportive.  I’m a very blessed woman.

    So, I’m moving on down the career path.  Really leaning toward going back to the restaurant scene.  But then there’s a warehouse just down the road from hubby’s work that’s looking for a forklift operator.  We will see what the job hunt turns up on Monday.    

    I’ll keep you all posted.  This is gonna be fun! :)

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  • Moving On

    Posted on Sunday, November 16, 2014

    Well friends, if all goes as planned, hubby and I will be moving one week from today.  I’ve been excited all thru the process of finding a house, dealing the realtor and the bank.  

    We are downsizing to about a 500 sq ft house.  Our current house is just about twice that size.  The yard is nice.  It is fenced for the dogs.  The location is perfect for both of us.  We couldn’t have come up with a better halfway point between our two jobs.  The “new” house (built in 1948) is even the same shade of yellow that I was intending to paint this house.

    Now that it’s time to plunk some money down and sign for 30 yrs on the dotted line, I’m getting butterflies in my stomach.  Am I doing the right thing?  Can I handle living in the city?  How are my dogs going to handle the move?  Etc etc.  

    Will post pictures when I have time.  We close on Friday morning.  I plan to paint after work on Saturday and hopefully we will move in the big furniture and essentials on Sunday.

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  • And now a happy blog post from the small town

    Posted on Friday, August 15, 2014

    Some of you may remember that last year at this time, my son was in a juvenile correctional facility for a few months.  He did ok there, got out and graduated from high school in May.

    Fast forward to this summer.  He is employed full time and doing well.  This week he’s working just over the hill from my house.  I intended to go see him on my way home tonight, but he was several miles further up the road and working cattle, so I just took pictures of his handiwork.

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  • Only in a small town....

    Posted on Thursday, August 14, 2014

    For the first time ever, since hubby and I have been together, we locked the door of our house when we left for work this morning.  It’s a sad day for us.

    We live in a town of 100 souls.  We know everyone and everyone knows us and we’ve never felt the need to lock our door.  Friends can’t drop stuff of or pick stuff up if the door is locked.  We have no worldly possessions worth stealing.  there has never been a need to lock up.

    And believe it or not, we‘re not locking our door because rowdy kids are breaking into homes, no gangs, nothing like that.  But a 60 yr old woman.  She was brain damaged in a car accident decades ago. Her husband doesn’t get her any help or won’t admit how messed up she is.  She wanders endlessly around town, steals things, helps herself to other people’s booze.

    Night before last I wasn’t home, but my husband said she stopped at our house and wanted to come in and visit.  In the twelve years I’ve been here, I’ve always been friendly, or at least civil to her, but certainly never ever invited her into my home.  I doubt if I would have liked her even before she was nuts.  

    I can’t even imagine why she would stop here, and when I’m not even around. He sent her packing.  He has no tolerance for any people other than family being in the house. And he certainly doesn’t “visit“.  She told my hubby people have been accusing her of doing things she hasn’t done and she just wanted to talk.  

    Hmmm, let’s see, stealing the communion wine out of the church? Driving without a license and hitting a pedestrian?  (said pedestrian too nice to press charges)  Stealing beer out of people’s houses, going into other people’s houses when they‘re not home?  These are all things that it’s well knwon she’s done.   And she wants someone to feel sorry for her?????

    It’s sad.  Our health care system lets these damaged individuals slip thru the cracks.  A community deals with them as long as they can.  She should be in an institution of some sort, but the only way she will be off the streets is if she ends up  in jail.  It would be the same way if she was a messed up 19 yr old.  Why is the mental health care system in this country so non-existent?

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  • Teenage Wasteland

    Posted on Saturday, July 19, 2014

    Does anyone know the song by that title?  We’ve got a new radio station that plays actual rock music and I’ve heard this song a couple times, but I don’t really know the song. I don’t really know any rock songs, I was country when country wasn’t cool.

    However, my station at work has been dubbed “the teenage wasteland” because of the three teenage girls I have working with me.  It’s not enough to have the new rock station blaring thru the workplace, but then they get bored and plug in THEIR teenage girl music.

    For those of you who have or have had teenagers, did you like their music?

    Thursday by lunchtime, my eye was twitching in time to their “music“.  If I hear Miley Cyrus one more time, I won’t be responsible for the fact that I go have a 90 proof lunch!!!!

    My boss stopped by our area and asked if I had enough headache medication.  I showed him my nearly empty tylenol bottle and he laughed.  

    I did hear a song that I kind of liked and I asked who does it.  The answer, a group called “bowling for soup”   Wow.

    My daughter, my husband, my boyfriend, and now these girls have all been trying to educate me musically this summer.  My head is going to explode.

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  • Time flies when you're having fun!

    Posted on Saturday, July 19, 2014

    They say time flies when you‘re having fun.  I’ve always found that to be true.  How about you?

    I’ve also found that time flies.  Period.

    I took my darling daughter, Gracie to the orthopedic doctor on Wednesday to deal with the broken leg.  Luckily, she was able to get put in a boot rather than a cast.

    The orthopedic doctor gave me the impression of being a doddering old man who didn’t care to spend any time with a patient and should retire.

    We’ve probably all had a doctor like that somewhere along the line.  This one astounded me because our family has been going to him for years.

    And I realized on Wednesday that we've been going to him for YEARS , and he probably is retirement age!  He did my rotor cuff surgery 12 yrs ago.  He did my husband's shoulder surgeries 13 and 15 years ago.   He took care of my son's feet 25 years ago.  

    It’s no wonder he’s a white haired old man!  The passage of time seems to do that to us all.

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