Beware the Micro-managing Boss – Teddy Speaks

“The best executive is the one who has sense enough to pick good men to do what he wants done, and self-restraint to keep from meddling with them while they do it.” – Theodore Roosevelt

… 2¢ –> Because that person will drive you to this

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~Aye, out (to work)

Wisdom from Unlikely Places #35 – Jimi Speaks

“I’m the one that has to die when it’s time for me to die, so let me live my life, the way I want to.” – Jimi Hendrix

Too pretty for the Office Today

It’s gorgeous outside and far too pretty to be shut up in an office. Good thing I’ve got a great view 🙂 
Happy Monday. Be back later to update on whether I should have stayed home of not. LOL

~Aye, out

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Random # 36 – Happy Sunday

IMO, Sunday mornings are NOT meant for early risings. Just not 😐 I woke up suddenly this morning with a jolt at 6:14am, couldn’t figure why – then remembered that I’d been dreaming of being in high school, walking home alone and scared shit-less because I was being chased by vicious snarling Pitbulls – but when I realized it’d been a dream then took a look at the clock trust me, this Sista just wasn’t pleased at the time ….6-friggin15in the AM?? ON A SUNDAY NO LESS? 😡

Of course, like all addicted-to-social-networkers do…..I posted a status on Facebook and of course, got comments and “likes”  from other addicted-to-social-networkers. Didn’t take long in my seriously cranky state of mind to tell my beloved FB friend Bubby to zip-it with the comments and promptly fall back asleep.

Woke up again suddenly 2 hours later at 8:25am – from a dream where my boss very cheerfully walks in and fires me with a smile on her face, a pink slip/check in one hand and an empty box for my shit in the other (which felt seriously like a shitty move to me) thank GOD I was only dreaming WHEW – still groggy with sleep and crankier this time because I was in tears….no accompanying FB post this time though. Sista just rolled over and let sleep take me again.

2hours later…10:00am exactly I awake to my cell ringing in my ear (in my ear because I’d left it on the pillow after posting on Facebook 4 hours previously)….this wakeup was from my perpetually cheerful daughter Bree who had NOOO idea who the hell this raspy-voiced, mean-sounding stranger was talking to HER on her (single & unattached) moms’ phone at 10am Sunday morning….so she says “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU??????” …..She sounded seriously outraged and territorial as hell, like a Lioness with newborn cubs – poor baby LMAO …..I had to laugh at that – and finally wake my ass up.

It’ coffee time. Happy Sunday 🙂

~Aye, out

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Widsom From Unexpected Places #32 – Tupac Says…

Don’t really think I need to add anything more, do you?

~Aye, out

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Random Thought #78

The most unbelievably WISE thing my Mama ever said to me was: “Just wait it out 90 Days, you’ll See”.

I was 10 at the time. [And it still holds true – just give anything 90 days, and trust – you’ll see]

Funny thing was, she was answering a question I’d asked in reference to whether someone was really my friend or not because I was only 10 at the time and needed help to figure it out. Mama’s advice:  Give everything and everyone at least 90 days to show you what they [or it] are made of, you’ll see and you’ll know. And damned if she wasn’t right.

Guess what advice I passed on to my daughter when she cried on my shoulder and asked “how can I tell if it’s Real mom?”  Give it 90 Days baby, you’ll see.

Now they making movies and writing books about the 90-Day Rule. Mama said it to me on a Summer day back in 1973


~Aye, out

Dear Diary…. Can’t Complain

Y’know, for the past week I’ve been in a truly crappy mood. I mean really shitty, complaining about everything under the sun from my boss, to being lonely, to man problems,  to job stress, to money, to the air quality, to ….sheesh, you name it, I complained about it. Oddly enough, today 6 days later, (miraculously) I’m feeling OK. Actually better than OK – I feel pretty dagonned GOOD 🙂 

In truth,

I’ve got a really cool boss. She’s kinda anal and particular, but she’s cute and funny about it so really its not bad anal..just more like she’s kinda quirky and reminds me of Monica from FRIENDS. But she’s cool & It works. . 

More truth –>I’m not a bit lonely, TRUST. I’m alone, but thats very different than lonely. Can’t necessarily be lonely when 99.999999% of the time you’re avoiding people and running those off who are around. Truth is: I’m anti-social, leaning heavily to HERMIT territory :/  

Additional Truth #1–> The weather has been a beautiful California-like mid-80’s balmy that just CAN’T be beat except on the Big Island of Hawaii, or perhaps the Caribbean – so that complaint don’t hold water either. Too much truth – I’m feeling a Lil silly  right about now thinking about my behavior these past days o_0 

Now granted, the air quality in this dirty valley IS the worst in all 50 States of these United, and no, I haven’t won the Super or the Mega Lottery yet, so I guess the $$$ complain could be considered  valid, but HEY I used to be in a constant state of RED ink with Wells Fargo and now I’m living in the black with the Credit Union even having both *gasp* savings AND 401K accounts  :-0, so no, I can’t really complain about money either. Ok, now the MAN complaints – sigh – yeah, I can complain about that, but what woman can’t. Wait, Lesbians can’t, that’s who. LMAO… But since I’m straight, yeah I can complain about man issues, but not nearly with as much validity as I was hollering about the testosterone-driven population last week. That was just doing too damn much.

Nor was it fair, SO….. to every MALE person in the vicinity: I APOLOGIZE for calling you guys names like %^&*$!, and %$$$, and ^%##@!!! for a full week straight. 

Please gentlemen,forgive my rudeness.

Thanks Bunches 🙂

Here’s the kicker tho. Know what all the meanness was about last week? 


Sad to admit it, but yeah, WOW do those lil suckers make a chick bitchy when they decide to surge*smh.

Moral of the story: BEWARE hormonal bitches. If you’re MY friend and you’re a male person, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE mark your calenders each month from the 5th thru 12th. Buy a box of earplugs, get a case or two of beers and ignore me during those days. If you’re a girl, just tell me to STFU and go to See’s please. That’d save us all some time. 

Much Luv

~Aye, out

Some years there are Apples

I didn’t get this when I first read it. Took nearly all day thinking to get it. I got it now.

What “it” do I mean?
Well its the final line to a poem entitled GATHER by Rose McLarney.

I saw this poem in my email earlier today while perusing my email during lunch hour on the Friday of a very busy and emotionally charged week.

Busy because of my workload at my job. Busy because I also started a new home-based business. Busy because its also the week of my twin daughters’ 27th birthday, my best friends’ birthday, and Mothers Day.
Emotional..?? Yeah, that too. I would just simplify that part and say I’m hormonal. True, but not the whole truth. Hormones are making things feel so much more intense, but I’ve got a valid reason to be emotional and touchy right now.

But no, I’m NOT going to go into the whys and whereafores of my emotional upheaval. Thats a blog entry for another day. It’ll be a biggie though, promise.

…and no, I haven’t digressed, I’m simply explaining, ok. Don’t rush me…..

The apples and “it”. Well it sort of ties in with my emotional week. Basically “it” is the fact that life just happens, y’know? Things just happen no matter what we try to do to change them, no matter what we do to try to control them, regardless what we want, or expect, or hope for. Things just happen as they will. Each in its own time. Can’t rush it, control it or force it. And some years, you get Apples.


….ok, ok alright already *sheesh, quit pushing. Here’s the poem, maybe you’ll get “it” too….enjoy, and thanks for listening. I needed to get that off my chest.

GATHER by Rose McLarney

Some springs, apples bloom too soon.
The trees have grown here for a hundred years, and are still quick
to trust that the frost has finished. Some springs,
pink petals turn black. Those summers, the orchards are empty
and quiet. No reason for the bees to come.

Other summers, red apples beat hearty in the trees, golden apples
glow in sheer skin. Their weight breaks
branches, the ground rolls with apples, and you fall in fruit.

You could say, I have been foolish. You could say, I have been fooled.
You could say, Some years, there are apples.

Time to re-focus my energy on Me

There are times in my life that I realize that I have spent so much time severely neglecting my own needs, wants and desires all the while satisfying the needs of everyone around me.

It’s time now for me

It’s time now to make me happy

It’s time now

Let’s see what I want to do next…


2012 Presidential Election -Obama on Foreign Policy

Ok, its 6am on a Saturday …. My personal thoughts on this article will have to wait until after coffee but suffice to say I will not be one to forget our beloved President’s sucesses when I enter the polls next November. Now, i’ll go drink my  coffee and get my thoughts together while you read this.
AP News : Anti-terrorism success may not help Obama in 2012