Friday 5: Stitches



Happy, oh hell I know it’s Saturday, but I slipped a bit from using my planner and blog disaster happened. Let’s get back on track, though.

I’d be crowing HAPPY SPRING WE MADE IT but we saw 5 inches of snow yesterday. While it’s all melting away today…my enthusiasm for March has dampened considerably.

Here’s yesterday’s Friday 5 – the theme was Stitches.

1. Where on your body have you had stitches, and what were the circumstances?

I had an apicoectomy almost 2 years ago – that’s the oral surgery procedure you get when your root canal just isn’t enough! The stitches were rubbing the inside of my lip raw so I .. um … took them out a few days early.

2. Who most recently left you in stitches?

My husband is a truly funny guy, and we lost it this morning talking about tattoos.

3. “A stitch in time saves nine,” says the proverb, which means that mending one small tear in a fabric now prevents having to make nine stitches later when the damage is worse. How has this been illustrated in your life?

I spent part of my week doing data entry because having all of those people in our AMS now will prevent a lot of stress trying to get them in while our Big Annual Meeting is happening, and prevent a lot of extra work when it is time to get our Big Annual Meeting activity back into the AMS. Sometimes the only way out of things is through.

4. What are your thoughts on Disney’s Lilo & Stitch?

You will not believe this, but I never saw the whole thing straight through. The plot sounded too depressing. Stitch himself is pretty annoying. :)

5. What experience do you have with needle and thread?

Ten years ago, before crafting became A BIG DEAL I would have said I’m average. I’ve made some skirts and costumes in the past. When we get a house (ugh ugh ugh why do we hate everything!?!) I’ll drag out my sewing machine and give it a go again. :)

Comments { 0 }

Wordless Wednesday: Philadelphia

The filter is called "dirty window that I can't clean because we live on an upper floor."

The filter is called “dirty window that I can’t clean because we live on an upper floor.”

Comments { 1 }

Friday 5: But seriously…

Happy Friday! It was a pretty darn good week. Househunting has started back up again, prompted by the higher month-to-month lease rent we have to pay now. We’ll be seeing a house tomorrow morning. It has a hot tub. The temperatures this week have popped into the 50s, which warms my winter-weary soul.

The watch isn't even for sale yet and you force the app onto my phone?

The watch isn’t even for sale yet and you force the app onto my phone?

This week’s Friday 5 theme is “But seriously…”

1. What’s something most people just don’t take seriously enough?

Naming their children. Looking at you, Kanyedashian.

But seriously, as one of millions of Kimberlys around my age I GET IT. You don’t want a name that everyone else’s kid has. But I think people have gone off the deep end with their SCIENCE and NATURE names. A few years ago I wanted to start a parody Mommy Blog and name the kids Ohm, Pollyn and Pixel. I seriously don’t think people would have even given the names a second thought.

2. What’s something most people take too seriously?

School sports. This is not a knock on skills or talent. But it’s a huge industry now built on the backs of kids who can’t even get paid.

3. What kind of serious business are you up to today?

At work I was getting ready for my new employee (!?!?!) to start on Monday and trying to solve a minor data-related mystery. I accomplished both objectives.

4. When did you last get the giggles at a time when you were expected to be serious?

I lose my marbles about once a week during meetings.

5. What are some foods you think of as serious, and what are some you think of as funny?

Egg noodles are funny. They are wavy and slurpy.
Souffles are serious. They require care in preparation.
Corn on the cob is funny and delicious.
Beef bourguignon is serious as death.

I don’t have much else to add, so goodnight!

Comments { 0 }


I spent my first year at TNP trying not to look stupid and get fired.

WM bought me this to celebrate my promotion.

WM bought me this Magic Kingdom Starbucks to celebrate my promotion. Long live eBay!

My second year, I worked hard, stayed (mostly) quiet and flew under the radar.

In my third year I started speaking up, sitting at the table and getting things done.

Because of that third-year FOOLISHNESS, I was offered a promotion at TNP. And after a weekend of pros/cons lists, I accepted. Hooray! Even though my current title has “manager” in it, I didn’t have anyone under me. I used to say I managed pixels instead of people. Technically they are bytes and not pixels, but “pixels instead of people” is less creepy sounding than “bytes instead of bodies.”

Next week a DBA* will start at TNP** and report to me! He and I will work together to get our database cleaned up and our AMS*** optimized so that we’re ready for all of the growth that’s coming our way. No TPS or WENUS reports will be run.

When my manager and I were talking about my taking this position, this speech from Theodore Roosevelt kept popping up all around me.

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat. – Theodore Roosevelt

Long-time readers know that I was a manager before. (NB: All of my pictures are broken from them oh why oh why did I just look that up?) I walked away from management after my job scope was changed on me four times in three years. And I swore I wouldn’t do it again. But I’m a very different person now than I was in 2003. Older, wiser, and less prone to worry. (Also rounder, divorced, stopping there because it’s a bit depressing).

I’m ready to get back into the arena. I’m going to make mistakes. I’m going to be put in uncomfortable situations, but I’m going to be okay.

This was the non-bloggable stuff I’ve been writing about in prior posts. Thank you for putting up with my vagueblogging.


*Database Administrator
**The New Place, which isn’t new anymore but I still won’t type the name because of my naive sense of privacy
***Association Management System, the software we non-DBA mortals use to view/alter our membership & meetings data

Comments { 3 }