I've decided to offer a service of creating custom display boards for graduation open houses. These are totally designed around the grad's style and vision, and I can include just about any sport or activity the grad was involved in.
If you, or someone you know, is running behind getting things together for the open house this year, please pass on my e-mail (lorabele@comcast.net) and have them contact me. Thanks!
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Does 8 equal 10????
Went grocery shopping this morning at Super WalMart, my store of choice since they price match. I take in my competitor's ads, and I use them to save tons of money. Usually about half of what I buy is on sale SOMEWHERE, and all I have to do is show the ad, and I get the discounted price. Today I saved nearly $20 by doing that! Gotta love that WalMart!
Anyway, one item I purchased was a 10 pound bag of potatoes. As I was putting it in the cart, I noticed a scale right there in the aisle. I plopped that bag of taters on to the scale. It showed just under 8 pounds! I couldn't believe it. I figured there would be some wiggle room in there, but 20 percent? Please. So I picked out another bag that felt a little heavier, and, sure enough, it was just over 10 pounds.
Lesson learned: weigh those taters before you leave the store. Two pounds, out of ten, is a lot!
Anyway, one item I purchased was a 10 pound bag of potatoes. As I was putting it in the cart, I noticed a scale right there in the aisle. I plopped that bag of taters on to the scale. It showed just under 8 pounds! I couldn't believe it. I figured there would be some wiggle room in there, but 20 percent? Please. So I picked out another bag that felt a little heavier, and, sure enough, it was just over 10 pounds.
Lesson learned: weigh those taters before you leave the store. Two pounds, out of ten, is a lot!
Thursday, April 16, 2009
**Cough** **Cough** **Cough**
Mr. Love and I took a walk on Riverwalk tonight. About 15 minutes into it, he had one heck of a coughing fit. He just couldn't stop coughing. I was quite concerned. I kept asking him if he was all right, and he kept saying he was. He just couldn't stop coughing.
I REALLY WAS concerned. Please keep that in mind as I tell the rest of the story.
About a half hour later, we're walking along, listening to our IPODs, enjoying the beautiful Spring evening. I'm wearing a large fleece jacket with big pockets, my standard walking attire because I can fit everything in my pockets.....
My IPOD
My cell phone
Kleen-ex
A small bottle of water
What's that you say? WATER? Oh, yes. We're walking along, and I get thirsty. I pull the water out of my pocket, and Mr. Love gets a look at it.
"Oh, sure, here I am choking to death and you don't even offer me a drink."
Honestly, until that very second, it never occurred to me to give him a drink when he was choking. What a loser I am!!!! Boy, I guess you never want to get stuck in the desert with ME!
I REALLY WAS concerned. Please keep that in mind as I tell the rest of the story.
About a half hour later, we're walking along, listening to our IPODs, enjoying the beautiful Spring evening. I'm wearing a large fleece jacket with big pockets, my standard walking attire because I can fit everything in my pockets.....
My IPOD
My cell phone
Kleen-ex
A small bottle of water
What's that you say? WATER? Oh, yes. We're walking along, and I get thirsty. I pull the water out of my pocket, and Mr. Love gets a look at it.
"Oh, sure, here I am choking to death and you don't even offer me a drink."
Honestly, until that very second, it never occurred to me to give him a drink when he was choking. What a loser I am!!!! Boy, I guess you never want to get stuck in the desert with ME!
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
American Idol
Who's with me in thinking that Adam Lambert is going to go all the way on American Idol? That kid is amazing. He sings in such an effortless way, and he hits every single note, no matter how high or low. I just love watching that kid and each week can't wait to see what he comes up with. Go Adam!!!
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Scrapping EVERYTHING????
As most everyone knows, I scrapbook. A lot. Recently I decided to join some online swaps. What that means is you get a topic, and you make multiple copies of something related to that topic. You mail them all to someone who sorts them out and sends back to you things that other people have made, while they receive what you made.
I've been working all week on my swaps. One of the groups I joined has each of us making scrapbook pages with a recipe on it. I decided to do "Better Than Sex Cake." I did the layout, which included a large title naming the cake. I printed out the recipe on white paper, using my computer, and put that on the layout. The title had "Better Than" and "Cake" in orange and "Sex" in green. After I got it done, I didn't like it. I decided to change the orange letters to pink. So, I took off all the orange letters and started working on new, pink letters.
About this time Mr. Love peeks his head in to see what I'm doing.
All he sees is a scrapbook page with the word "Sex" on it and some white parts with writing on them.
You can image what he thought. He finally asked me if I scrapbooked EVERYTHING, and of course I said I did, letting him worry a bit longer about that page.
Boy was he relieved to see the final product, complete with the whole title.
Oh, Mr. Love.
I've been working all week on my swaps. One of the groups I joined has each of us making scrapbook pages with a recipe on it. I decided to do "Better Than Sex Cake." I did the layout, which included a large title naming the cake. I printed out the recipe on white paper, using my computer, and put that on the layout. The title had "Better Than" and "Cake" in orange and "Sex" in green. After I got it done, I didn't like it. I decided to change the orange letters to pink. So, I took off all the orange letters and started working on new, pink letters.
About this time Mr. Love peeks his head in to see what I'm doing.
All he sees is a scrapbook page with the word "Sex" on it and some white parts with writing on them.
You can image what he thought. He finally asked me if I scrapbooked EVERYTHING, and of course I said I did, letting him worry a bit longer about that page.
Boy was he relieved to see the final product, complete with the whole title.
Oh, Mr. Love.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Job Fair
There was a job fair yesterday, and I decided to go. I had almost talked myself out of going, and all day I kept coming up with excuses as to why I shouldn't go. I finally just really tried to figure out why I was dreading it so much.
I was embarrassed.
Here I am, an HR professional, 20 years experience, and I'm attending a job fair aimed at entry-level candidates. I was horrified that other HR people I've worked with or know might be there recruiting and look at me with pity.
So, I gave myself a good talking to. I wasn't fired. I was laid off. I did absolutely nothing wrong, and I'm without work due to poor decisions made by executives, not because of anything I did. And even though the job fair was primarily aimed at entry level positions, you never know who you'll come in contact with. So, I put on that interview suit and headed over to the Lansing Center.
I'm so glad I went. I did come away from there with one potential prospect, and if it becomes something, it would be a welcome relief from the unemployment track. So, what I told myself was true - if I hadn't gone, I would not have met the HR person I did, and I wouldn't be talking with him about how we might work together. I also wouldn't have run into another HR person I used to work with, someone well known in the HR community here in Lansing, and someone who could really look out for me on the job front. He asked me to call him to set up lunch, and I plan to do that in the next few days.
So, I continue to search, continue to try to reach out to new areas, and I continue to keep the faith that God's going to put me where I'm supposed to be.
Here's an aside....as I was about half way through typing this, Mr. Love stuck his head in to see what I was doing. Since I was busy, he felt the uncontrollable urge to try to distract me. He began to sing one of his favorite songs.....
"My Lori lies over the ocean
My Lori lies over the sea
My Lori lies over the ocean
Oh bring back my Lori to me...."
Then he pauses dramatically and takes the biggest, loudest breath you've ever heard....and continues...
"Bring back
Bring back
Oh, bring back my Lori to me" he holds this last note until I begin directing him. Yes, I have to be his choir director or he will never finish the song....
"to me
Bring back
Bring back
Oh, bring back my Lori to MEEEEEEEEEE" last note held until the choir director cuts him off.
God love him. I sure do.
I was embarrassed.
Here I am, an HR professional, 20 years experience, and I'm attending a job fair aimed at entry-level candidates. I was horrified that other HR people I've worked with or know might be there recruiting and look at me with pity.
So, I gave myself a good talking to. I wasn't fired. I was laid off. I did absolutely nothing wrong, and I'm without work due to poor decisions made by executives, not because of anything I did. And even though the job fair was primarily aimed at entry level positions, you never know who you'll come in contact with. So, I put on that interview suit and headed over to the Lansing Center.
I'm so glad I went. I did come away from there with one potential prospect, and if it becomes something, it would be a welcome relief from the unemployment track. So, what I told myself was true - if I hadn't gone, I would not have met the HR person I did, and I wouldn't be talking with him about how we might work together. I also wouldn't have run into another HR person I used to work with, someone well known in the HR community here in Lansing, and someone who could really look out for me on the job front. He asked me to call him to set up lunch, and I plan to do that in the next few days.
So, I continue to search, continue to try to reach out to new areas, and I continue to keep the faith that God's going to put me where I'm supposed to be.
Here's an aside....as I was about half way through typing this, Mr. Love stuck his head in to see what I was doing. Since I was busy, he felt the uncontrollable urge to try to distract me. He began to sing one of his favorite songs.....
"My Lori lies over the ocean
My Lori lies over the sea
My Lori lies over the ocean
Oh bring back my Lori to me...."
Then he pauses dramatically and takes the biggest, loudest breath you've ever heard....and continues...
"Bring back
Bring back
Oh, bring back my Lori to me" he holds this last note until I begin directing him. Yes, I have to be his choir director or he will never finish the song....
"to me
Bring back
Bring back
Oh, bring back my Lori to MEEEEEEEEEE" last note held until the choir director cuts him off.
God love him. I sure do.
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