Blogingytis
I'm feeling like I lost my blogging voice. I found it therapeutic and almost fun to write the story of my life thus far but once I had covered the past......well, I guess it just accentuates how boring my life seemingly has become. It really is alot more interesting to look over 40 years than it is to look at each day by day by day by...........I want to blog. I want to leave a record of my thoughts/events/feelings as a record of this life that is speeding by so fast but I can only write about driving kids to so many soccer practices, softball practices, school before I bore even myself.
There isn't alot to write about at work other than my supervisor left a month ago and now myself and everyone around me is feeling orphaned there. She was the best supervisor most of us had ever worked for and now we are essentially without one with no plans to rehire. Keeping in mind that I can be very oppositional, that should be a dream, right? Actually I learned so much from her and I miss her. I've grown up alot in the 12 years I've worked at my current job and alot of that was due to her calm, straightforward, common sense way of dealing with things as they came her way. Also, after having spent the previous decade or so working for Bill and then Art, it was good to have someone strong and admirable that I would never end up sleeping with. Not that I'm a ho or anything, but it does seem now that I had started a rather strange pattern prior to this last supervisor!
Donald Piper was a serial killer who killed at least 3 women, all in hotels, in the Des Moines area about 10 years ago. Interestingly enough my dad is staying at one of those hotels tonight. I took the girls there to swim this evening and the thought had not occured to me (about the murder) until I walked in the door and had the weirdest feeling come over me to the point where I'm wondering if dad's room is where it happened. Not that I've ever been particularly clairvoyant, however. Probably just my weird curiosity more than anything else. I didn't tell dad about the murder. It'll be interesting to see how he slept tonight, poor guy. I guess that's what happens when you get a super cheap hotel room through Priceline!
