My mom has been working on her scrapbooks again this week and had the tub o' pictures out in the middle of the floor. I brought these two home to scan and share. I have no idea how old I was in the first one but looks like I've had this giant pumpkin on my shoulders for a long time. I still have the unruly mop of hair in the middle of the top of my head. Christopher looked at this pictures and declared I was some kind of dork holding an orange. hehe It's actually a ball that I'm holding. This photo was one of the proofs - in the 8x10 of the same shot the ball is pink. Can't believe I'm old enough that my baby pictures were proofed first then colored in by someone. Egads!!
The second pic is me and my Gram. She passed away in 1985 after losing a battle with breast cancer. Every time this photo pops up the story gets told about how I used to go to Grandma's and get into my Uncle Neal's cookies. I guess I used to break them apart, skillfully remove the centers, then reassemble them thinking he wouldn't notice the frosting was gone. To this day he punches me in the shoulder whenever he sees me so I think he knew what happened and who did it.
That's probably more family history than any of you ever wanted to hear. Someone pass my Aunt Rosetta a tissue please... it's okay to sniffle a little.. I miss her too.
Thanks to Dan for pointing out the triple post last night. I didn't think Blogger posted my entry at all. Guess I need to actually look at my page after I publish, huh?
I just took this test (link swiped from Jessica) and it says I am a:
PERFORMER (Dominant Extrovert Abstract Feeler )
Like just 10% of the population you are a PERFORMER (DEAF)--personable, self-assured, and excellent under pressure. You are extroverted and strong-willed, which, in combination means you are good with people and aren't willing to let opportunity pass you by. Perhaps you tend to step on others at times, but hey, nobody's perfect.
You have formidable creative talents, and you often follow your heart instead of your mind. Your exuberance can earn you many friends and admirers, despite your ambition, or it can intimidate the less confident into keeping their distance. It's also possible you're Madonna.
hmmmmm... wonder if Madonna gets pissed alot too...
Today started off great by chatting with Kaycee. She was in an awesome mood and it was contagious. I found myself laughing outloud at the computer screen. Somefriends can just make ya do that.
Later in the morning I discovered a problem with one of our servers so I buried myself in IIS administration until it was time to get my taxes done this afternoon. IIS administration is fun but sometimes frustrating. Anytime you deal with server security it's a pain in the butt. I said to my boss, "IIS admin is fun but sometimes it'll just make ya' wanna bash your head into a brick wall." He said "No, it makes me want to bash YOUR head into a brick wall!" Gee thanks... : )
So I go get my taxes done and found out that I will be getting a pretty decent refund for the first time in years. That made me so happy I thought I might burst. I had this wonderful plan for the money but it's apparently not meant to be. I need to learn to not count my chickens before they hatch and not assume anything. What I really need is a good psychiatrist. One that will explain to me why every disappointment, no matter if it's big or small, calls up this anger from deep inside of me. I hate it that every negative thing in my life results with me being pissed off. Why can't I just be disappointed and move on? Hell, I can't even be just plain sad because sadness makes me mad.
Reading my logs this morning led me to this site. Apparently someone used her guestbook to accuse her of "stealing" the just(her name) idea. Kinda frightening that there are people out there with nothing better to do than go around criticizing people in their guestbooks. She used me and a few others as examples of other just(their name) sites. I've had this domain registered for almost two years now. I "stole" the idea from a friend named Giovanni who signed his name JustGio. Anyway, just wanted to point out that the web still has it's fair share of weirdos... like we didn't already know that. One of the reasons I don't have a guestbook. No time to respond to weirdos who may sign it : )
Speaking of responding... I owe a few people email. I used to answer all JustLisa email promptly back when I was lucky to get one or two a month. I have no real good excuse for not answering promptly now. Matter of fact, one of my biggest pet peeves is writing someone and not getting a response back. I don't carry myself from site to site sending emails to the site owners hoping for some linky love. I could really care less if people link to me or not. If I write someone an email to the address on their site it means I was either impressed by the layout, the ideas or the verbage and I want to take a moment to let them know I appreciate it. If I don't get a response in a few days then I never go back. The site can be the most beautiful most rewarding experience but I won't go back if I get it in my head that the person behind the site is a snob. I guess I'd better get busy answering mail so I don't come off as a snob who's just too damn busy to acknowledge people.
Before I do that... if you came here from Al's regarding the "anal conversation"... well, ummmmm... don't take that out of context please. Also, he snipped the part of the conversation where he assured me that I was no nuttier than the rest of you : )
