Resilient

This week a virus was going around. It hit every state and was a bad one. Half of my staff was out for the week. They could not even lift their heads off of their pillows. I felt bad for them but the person who had the virus that most concerned me, was my mother. It hit her like a ton of bricks. She felt so bad, she was tempted to call an ambulance. I called her new doctor and explained how sick she was and he said she should come in immediately. Her vitals were all fine. She just had to ride the virus wave. After four days of not eating and not taking her medications, she rallied. She got up, went out and had pizza. Even at 90 years old, your body has a wonderful way of healing itself.

Genius

I am a genius...in my sleep. Every night, when I am sleeping, I think profound thoughts. They all make such sense to me. I lie in bed and tell myself that in the morning, I will remember every word of what I am thinking. There is no need to sit up and write the thoughts down, as I think I am clearly capable of remembering something 5 hours later. I am always wrong. Last night, I had an idea for a very interesting blog. This morning, as much as I think and think, I have no idea what it was.

Next Generation

Every generation is smarter than the previous one. I see it in my children. I now go to them for advice, answers and their skills. Is it technology or is it just the person? My younger son is a critical thinker. He has the ability to evaluate a situation and access the correct outcome. I would like to go inside his brain so I could see his brain cells sparking. He also has skills that no one else in my family has ever had. He can build a house and take apart a car with ease. He did not learn this from us. I can only hope that my grandson will go even further than his father.

Long Lost

I am not a fan of Facebook. I think that it does nothing for us. It brings us into other people's lives, when we have no reason being in them. Long lost friends and relatives pop up after years of being absent. If we really wanted you there in the first place, we would have never been estranged. This happened in my family the other day. A relative of my mother in law, that has not been in touch with the family for years, contacted my son. My son was 11 years old when they last saw each other. I have no idea what the purpose was in asking to be my son's friend. When this relative cut off all family ties, it should have been for good. If you did not care enough to be part of my son's life while he was growing up, you have no right to see his son grow up. If you weren't my friend then, do not try to be my friend now.

Morning Song

Every morning at about 6:30am my sister calls me. My cell phone rings a happy, upbeat song. I wait for that song each day. I know at the other end of the line will be my best friend. We will review what happened the previous day and go over what we will do this day. The Verizon ring tone that I have my phone programmed to is called Lullaby. It is such a catchy tune. I associate it with all good things.

Charisma

Charisma is something you either have or don't have. My boss has it. She can sway just about anyone to do what she asks. Yesterday, she had 2 chairs delivered from a department store. She gave me instructions to tell the delivery men that they had to stay at the office until she arrived to inspect the chairs. When they arrived, I told them this and they said that they had other deliveries to make. Luckily, within 5 minutes she arrived. They opened the boxes and placed the chairs where she said she wanted them. Then she stood back. She did not like how the other furniture looked with the new chairs. She told the men that they needed to move things around for her. They looked at each other as if to say, " Is she for real?". Then they looked at her and agreed. They moved furniture from office to office. The pieces being moved were extremely large. She made them stay for over a half hour as she redecorated. When they left, they still looked stunned.

Facebook Happy

I was talking with a coworker the other day. He was saying that his friend was having marriage problems. I asked if they were happy. He said they were "Facebook Happy". They take wonderful pictures and post them online. They write about where they go and what they do. In reality, they are miserable. The face they show to the outer world is imaginary. How many people are living Facebook happy lives?