Sister Rain: A Biography

If you're a long time reader of this blog, you know that I've got some OCD issues when it comes to organizing things, especially my home. When I lost my job in the summer of 2007, I tackled the clutter in my house and am proud to say my husband and I have been able to maintain it for 4 years. I would be lying, however, if I told you it's not been much more of a challenge since I returned to the work force last December.

Today I finally caught up on over 6 months of filing. I know, the horror! I realized I do not have a file for "US Air" and there is some paperwork I need to keep from them so I wrote up a new folder. As I tried to file it in the file cabinet, alphabetically, I realized that it went directly behind my "Unemployment" folder, which, by the way, may be the largest file of them all. Immediately my mind went to the many times I had pulled that file out to make a call to the Unemployment Office to see if I was eligible for an extension on my compensation. Those were very difficult calls to make and I can still remember my heart in my throat as I waited for someone to answer the line.

As I wedged the "US Air" folder in behind the "Unemployment" folder, it all seemed very fitting. I thought about going through the "Unemployment" folder to see what I could get rid of, but the superstitious part of me wouldn't allow it. "It's too soon" as the comedians say when they make a joke about some new news story that is also a sensitive issue.

The files in the file cabinet really tell the story of my life. The folders are the chapters of my life and new chapters are written all the time and some existing chapters stay open while others close. And I guess, really, the "Unemployment" chapter has to stay. For if the files represent the chapters of my life, this is one that must be read.

Perhaps The Best Book Title EVER

In case you're wondering, yes, I do have a big *ss. If you're not wondering, I still have a big *ss.

True Friend, True Words

Home

Still burnt.

Still stupid.

And not necessarily in that order.

You Can't Teach An Old Lobster New Tricks

My 40-something tanorexic self knows better than to sit in the sun for the first time this year without sunscreen on her legs and yet she seems surprised that the top of her legs are the same color as the Phillies shirt that she's wearing.

A Cliche But A Truthful One

A cloudy day at the beach is still better than a sunny day at home.

I've got the clouds, but I've also got books and my mom and the Phillies on this afternoon.

Would I prefer it to be sunny? Yes, but that would be the icing on this delicious cake.

Scarlett Fridays

From today until Labor Day, we are done work on Fridays at 12:30 p.m. It is really a nice perk, although I'm told it's only because the fall schedule is of such a pace that we all may not survive it.

Much like Scarlett, I'll worry about that tomorrow -- or more like in September.

For now, it's summer Friday afternoons off that is all I need to know!