Respect to Brooklyn. Love to Scotland Neck. Peace to Atlanta.
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
More Than One Way
Posted on by Brooklyn Wright
There's more than your way. More than my way. More than anyone's way. More than one way to do anything. Maybe there's only one right way. But the right way depends on what's right for you.
Monday, November 14, 2005
Bound to Happen
Posted on by Brooklyn Wright
About a month and a half ago, my brother got married adding to my constantly growing number of in-laws. I now have two brothers-in-law and three sisters-in-law (if you count my brother-in-law's first wife). I know that I'm supposed to feel like I gained a sister, but I feel more like I lost a brother. That's because, although he didn't call a whole lot before he got married (due to the long hours that he works), he NEVER calls now. What a drag.
You'd think after growing up in the same house with someone for 15 years (I'm three years older than him, so I left when he was 15), they would call at least sometimes, right? Wrong. My sister got married last year and I actually felt like I was gaining a brother then. Must be something about when the sons get married, they actually join their wives' families. That seems backwards.
Anyway, that's neither here nor there. I miss my brother. I'm happy that he's started his own family, but I'm sad that he no longer seems apart of our family.
You'd think after growing up in the same house with someone for 15 years (I'm three years older than him, so I left when he was 15), they would call at least sometimes, right? Wrong. My sister got married last year and I actually felt like I was gaining a brother then. Must be something about when the sons get married, they actually join their wives' families. That seems backwards.
Anyway, that's neither here nor there. I miss my brother. I'm happy that he's started his own family, but I'm sad that he no longer seems apart of our family.
Workplace Politics
Posted on by Brooklyn Wright
You can't avoid them. No matter where you work or what you do. You will inevitably have to deal with them. So, don't forget to put on your "whole armour" everyday before you leave the house.
Most days I listen to the radio or a cd in my car on the way to work. Some days when I'm not so self-concious about who may be watching me from nearby cars on the road, I sing along. It's at least a 35-minute commute. By the time I arrive at work, I'm bouncing along and as happy as a lark (my mother used to say that a lot when I was younger). No matter how happy or motivated I am to avoid the b.s., I usually run into someone very early in the day who's hell bent on feeding me a truck load of crap.
Like today for instance... My co-worker and I were told week before last by our old supervisor that we had to move out of our spacious office into another one on the second floor which is half the size. We were told that we didn't have a choice. Then last week, our new supervisor per her supervisor told us not to move . Well, lo and behold, this morning, we were given boxes for our impending move. What the...?
So, I asked the question, "Do we still need these?"
A deadpan look, "For your move?
"Yes." My response.
"Yes." Another deadpan look.
"We were told not to move." My response.
"By whom?" Continued deadpan look.
"Ummm, by our supervisor, per her supervisor."
"Well, take the boxes and I'll make a phone call and let you know."
All I can say is "whole armour." If you're not familiar with what that means and if you don't mind reading the Bible, check it out here - Ephesians 6:10-20.
Most days I listen to the radio or a cd in my car on the way to work. Some days when I'm not so self-concious about who may be watching me from nearby cars on the road, I sing along. It's at least a 35-minute commute. By the time I arrive at work, I'm bouncing along and as happy as a lark (my mother used to say that a lot when I was younger). No matter how happy or motivated I am to avoid the b.s., I usually run into someone very early in the day who's hell bent on feeding me a truck load of crap.
Like today for instance... My co-worker and I were told week before last by our old supervisor that we had to move out of our spacious office into another one on the second floor which is half the size. We were told that we didn't have a choice. Then last week, our new supervisor per her supervisor told us not to move . Well, lo and behold, this morning, we were given boxes for our impending move. What the...?
So, I asked the question, "Do we still need these?"
A deadpan look, "For your move?
"Yes." My response.
"Yes." Another deadpan look.
"We were told not to move." My response.
"By whom?" Continued deadpan look.
"Ummm, by our supervisor, per her supervisor."
"Well, take the boxes and I'll make a phone call and let you know."
All I can say is "whole armour." If you're not familiar with what that means and if you don't mind reading the Bible, check it out here - Ephesians 6:10-20.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
The Interruption of Love
Posted on by Brooklyn Wright
For all of you who followed Stella to Jamaica to get your groove back with a younger man (or at least fantasized about it), here's how the story ends. Ten years later, Stella tells Oprah that the love of her life, the fantasy whom she met in Jamaica is actually gay. Go figure. Only in the twenty-first century do our love stories turn into full blown nightmares.
So Stella a.k.a. Terri McMillan and Winston a.k.a. Jonathan Plummer, her now ex-husband paid Oprah a visit on Wednesday and talked candidly about his coming out and the demise of their six year marriage. Two things were clear as I watched them interact with one another on the show. The first being that she was mad as hell with him when she found out (evidenced by the angry profane phone messages that were played back for the entire viewing audience). The second, based on her body language, she is still in love with him.
The next day at work, my colleagues and I stood around the "water cooler" and discussed the idea of not being able to turn love on and off based on the object of our affection's betrayal (I guess when it comes to matters of the heart, sexual orientation is not the bigger issue). Most of us agreed that it's hard to just stop loving someone even when you want to hate them for hurting you. So, the lesson here... be discriminating about who you actually ALLOW yourself to fall in love with because it's easier to fall in love than to fall out. Some would argue that you can't help who you fall in love with and people don't always show you who they are until you're already in love. Maybe. Maybe not, but be careful anyway. We've all heard the song, "It's a thin line between love and hate." That may be true; however, most of us almost always refuse to take that leap over the line to hate. And who can blame us?
So Stella a.k.a. Terri McMillan and Winston a.k.a. Jonathan Plummer, her now ex-husband paid Oprah a visit on Wednesday and talked candidly about his coming out and the demise of their six year marriage. Two things were clear as I watched them interact with one another on the show. The first being that she was mad as hell with him when she found out (evidenced by the angry profane phone messages that were played back for the entire viewing audience). The second, based on her body language, she is still in love with him.
The next day at work, my colleagues and I stood around the "water cooler" and discussed the idea of not being able to turn love on and off based on the object of our affection's betrayal (I guess when it comes to matters of the heart, sexual orientation is not the bigger issue). Most of us agreed that it's hard to just stop loving someone even when you want to hate them for hurting you. So, the lesson here... be discriminating about who you actually ALLOW yourself to fall in love with because it's easier to fall in love than to fall out. Some would argue that you can't help who you fall in love with and people don't always show you who they are until you're already in love. Maybe. Maybe not, but be careful anyway. We've all heard the song, "It's a thin line between love and hate." That may be true; however, most of us almost always refuse to take that leap over the line to hate. And who can blame us?
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Every Girl Needs a Mac
Posted on by Brooklyn Wright
Need I say more? I shouldn't have to, but just in case. Tune in to any television show or watch any movie these days and you'll notice the Apple logo on the back of the main character's computer. Of course, Macs ARE the sexiest looking computers on the market right now. Well, I'm here to tell you that they not only look good, but they work even better. I've had my iBook for the past 3 years and it works like it's brand new! I've never had to call Tech Support and I've never had a virus (knock on wood).
Last year, I bought an iMac for my home office and I love that machine. Of course, I still have a Dell in the house for my daughter, but I'm planning to promote her to a Mac as soon as possible.
Last year, I bought an iMac for my home office and I love that machine. Of course, I still have a Dell in the house for my daughter, but I'm planning to promote her to a Mac as soon as possible.
Monday, November 07, 2005
Another Attempt at Change
Posted on by Brooklyn Wright
After reading my post from yesterday, I realized that starting out with something I hate may not have been the best thing to do. So, today I'm going to begin on a more positive note. Although I'd enjoy venting about my encounter with the dentist's office today, I'll save that for later. On to that positive note...
I love being a part of such a big family. I can always count on someone to keep me from sleeping too much or too long on Sunday afternoons by calling just when I'm about to fall into a deep and restful sleep. I can always count on someone to call and give me the latest family gossip even though I'm eight hours away (by car) from some and at least sixteen hours away (by car) from most. I can always count on someone having a birthday, a wedding, an anniversary, a divorce, a baby, a fit or some other event that I have to participate in either in person or by phone. You know, it keeps my calendar full of activity.
Yes, I absolutely love being part of a big, beautiful, intrusive, but always loving, caring and giving family. I wouldn't trade it for the world. Hopefully, they wouldn't trade me either.
I love being a part of such a big family. I can always count on someone to keep me from sleeping too much or too long on Sunday afternoons by calling just when I'm about to fall into a deep and restful sleep. I can always count on someone to call and give me the latest family gossip even though I'm eight hours away (by car) from some and at least sixteen hours away (by car) from most. I can always count on someone having a birthday, a wedding, an anniversary, a divorce, a baby, a fit or some other event that I have to participate in either in person or by phone. You know, it keeps my calendar full of activity.
Yes, I absolutely love being part of a big, beautiful, intrusive, but always loving, caring and giving family. I wouldn't trade it for the world. Hopefully, they wouldn't trade me either.
Procrastination
Posted on by Brooklyn Wright
I hate being a procrastinator. I put off everything for later. Like setting up this blog, for instance. I've been trying to do this since... you know it's been so long that I don't even remember. Anyway, I was chatting with a friend yesterday and mentioned that I was planning to set up a blog during my Christmas break when he sent me the address to his blog. I was motivated to stop talking about doing it and actually do it. So, here's my attempt at change.
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