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Name: Justine
Location: Annapolis, Maryland, United States

Justine, is a little bit more than you'd expect. This is where you are supposed to put your "elevator speech". What you'd say if you were in the elevator with somebody you wanted to connect with. I don't have an "elevator speech". If I ran smack-dab into one of my "heroes" I'd just have to smile and be polite and keep my yipper shut and that's probably for the best anyway!

Monday, February 26, 2007
Happiness is a Tardis with a working dematerialization circuit....... least that's what Dr. Who says. But we've seen his videos and it's pretty clear why he may need to make the occasional quick get away.

Called you at lunch time Cuz. Just needed to hear a friendly voice.

I'm having an attack of the "needies".

I'm so nerved up. I want this so much.

Geeze you'd think I was getting married or something. Well, if I was slated to get married, I'd be in the car, alone, going in the opposite direction. I'd be able to control that.

This is that cosmic wheel spin of fate. If the wind and weather and the stars all line up kind of thing.

God's got a hold of me and he's keeping me safe and sound. But I do have to wait to find out.....and as we get older that is a tougher and tougher thing to do.

Like a freakin' blind date and a quizz show all together.

I'll take "Freaked Out Over Nothing" for 1000$ Alex Trebek.

I know what I'm doing. I know how to do the job. I just have to look perky, professional, and confident.


Haven't done that in a while.

Lights, camera, action. I'm ready for my closeup Mr. Depp.
Ain't talkin' bout love......
Ain't talking bout love is rotten to the core.

So says the Van Halen song.

Jump, go ahead and jump. Might as well Jump.

So says another Van Halen song.

Both of them have been pounding in my head over the weekend.

I even heard "Jump" playing on the Muzak in the grocery store. I think it may be time for me to jump. Someplace, somewhere, somehow.

Looks like it's time to re-evaluate my "love" relationships too. Maybe stretch it out to the close little closet of friends and acquaintances I've been circling with in the work environs as well.

This week marks my 19th year with the same firm. I never meant to stay this long. I have to remind myself that my mother didn't sell me. But I sure feel like a low level slave on the digital plantation. Beat down, beat up, burned to the ground and it doesn't look like anybody's going to ride over the ridge and rescue me.

Nothing left to do but steal a horse and make tracks in the middle of the night. It's time to re-invent, rediscover, excavate, wake up, become somebody else somewhere else.

Wish me luck kiddies.

I've got the classic signs of divine discontent. Yesterday I even took one of my crafty classes to try and break the tension. It left me disappointed. Like a mouthful of cold pasta. The project looked better in the sample and the class was bedlam. It was ok, but not really fabu. I've got the techniques down, it's time to move on and do things on my own. Never thought I'd get to that level but here I am...time to saddle up and move into my own.

The project had a little bound book to create. It had all sorts of perky little sayings about creativity and the "inner child". Being free to create and dream and all that jazz.

Well honey, yesterday I had a talk with my inner child. She rides a motorcycle, wears leathers, smokes cigars, and drinks a bit. She has no time for anybody she doesn't think is interesting and she doesn't give a fuzzy rat's ass about what anybody thinks.

Sounds like she's growing up into quite an independent young lady. Sounds even more like she's sending me a message to pull up my bootstraps and roll on.

So I think I might as well jump. Right on outta here.
Friday, February 23, 2007
What I couldn't say.....
Hey Cuz.

I called because I wanted to scream out the exciting news.

Next Tuesday I've finally got an interview with Lockheed Martin....over at Liberty & 695.

I've been waiting for this job to open up since before Christmas.

Wish me luck and a case of toaster salt just for good measure.

It would mean I could actually make enough to pay for the house I just bought!


I'll try and find another hillarious clip to add to the blog later.

If you re-watch the posted one...see if you notice when he opens the fridge and pulls out a bowl of something. That made me laugh the most.

Hugs & Kisses..... Your Ocean City Girl
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Entirely Too Wicked....
I found this video on You Tube. It's the "Doctor" sort his athletic best.

I found the video after I started having the dreams........

This is for you Cuz. Enjoy the laugh!
Break on through to the other side.....
I back. Sort of.

I can't tell you where I've been for the last two weeks.

Physically, I've been right here. Slogging away moving boxes, fighting companies, studying Oracle, trying not to freeze, juggling everything....and being exhausted.

But really I've been somewhere else. I'm not the same as I was two weeks ago. I'm different somehow. I'll never be the same as I was. That is probably a very good thing.

Since I've moved in ,I've started sleeping like the comatose. Probably because I'm exhausted beyond belief.

Three nights running last week I had dreams about Dr. Who. Since there have been 10 actors who have played Dr. Who over the last 30 years, I'll let you guess which actor I dreamed about. But let's just say I like them skinny with a big nose.

Now what on earth it means when you dream about having wild relations with a time lord...I don't know. I'm going to take it as a good omen...signalling the end to problems with the past.

I went to settlement on January 26th and already I've had to contract for about 1500 bucks worth of work on the house. The front door is being replaced, the back door is being insulated and all the electrical outlets in the living room and bedroom are being replaced. Also I found out the house heating system isn't strong enough to heat the whole house.

But a new furnace and AC are already budgeted for in 2008.

Meanwhile I'm working with a head hunter to find a new job. Something that pays 15K to 20K more a year so I can afford the house I just bought. Something that uses the skills I worked 14 years to hone and pays for the experience.

The doctor gave me some nice medicine to help me relax and go to sleep....I haven't even gotten the script filled yet. Perhaps tomorrow. Tomorrow I go back the pit.

Time to be someone else somewhere else.

Well Cuz be in touch! You can call the old number and the recording will give you the new number.

Maybe Dr. Who will show up again tonight. He's very athletic, gangly, and limber. And he keeps my mind off the mortgage!