I'm freaking out! I don't remember if I mentioned this or not but I handed my resume in at job #2 for the newly opened state government reporter job. My News editor, Randy, told me in a very polite way I didn't have a snowballs chance in hell. One good bit of news he gave me was that if the cards fell right a general assignment reporter position would be opening up soon. So he kept my resume and handed it over to Susan, another of the Metro/News editors who wants to talk to me tomorrow. That my friends is why I am freaking out. Susan wants to "chat" with me tomorrow about this whole job thing. Ugh. I have been frantically trying to remember every tidbit I ever learned in all four years of government classes from college . If worse comes to worse I'll just call my friend Brad who works in our local Rep's office and make him give me something to write about. He owes me.

O's game was good. Bob and I had a good time even though I thought the Birds were going to intentionally blow it in the 6th and 7th innings. Last night was bobble head giveaway night, we both received Chuck Thompson (long time O's announcer) talking bobble heads. Mine has taken up permanent residence on my desk at job #1 where I can hit the button and annoy others a various intervals during the day. Makes my day a little more enjoyable.

My grandmother (Dad's mom) is in the hospital again. She fell and broke three ribs and may have fractured her back in the bargain. Grandma Betty is also diabetic so that does not help matters. Just another wonderful inherited trait to look forward to. As of when my mother called me this afternoon she was not doing so well which only added to the guilt I'm feeling about not getting to see her. Just one more hour in the day that is all I would need. Sigh. I think I'm going to try to make it back home early from Leslie's cabin on Sunday so I can go visit before I have to go to work.

As I go, here is a poem my friend Peg wrote. This girl rocks. We met when she was still working here at job #2 on the copy desk. We used to go out with a couple of other chicas from work for girls night out and trust me, there was never a dull moment! Now she lives in New York City and we keep in touch occasionally. Best part is, no matter how long it has been we always seem to pick up right where we left off. Enjoy...
SISTER


Don’t demean yourself, sister,
Don’t bend that bow, until
you find yourself breaking,
your knees shaking,
your heart quaking.

Hold your head high.
Proud woman, proud girl
Don’t tappity, tap, tap
that which isn’t you,
just to please him.

Realize the power in your hips
how he gazes at the smile
that passes your lips,
each time you take another step
without regret, and
just be you.

Don’t demean yourself sister,
Break that yoke that
binds you,
confines you,
entwines you,
defines you.

Snap yourself out of it
and quick,
Realize you’re more than just
window dressing,
without confessing,
you are a blessing,
if only you could see.

Know the down and out
comes with the up and out
Know the days that are hard
are of your own devise.

Set yourself free.

Hear your own voice,
sent down from angels, you were
make your own choice,
that which finds you satisfied
and not denied,
your freedom.

And hold that pretty head
high.