Random Thoughts

Bad news about the white shoes with the ribbons! They didn't fit! So I have bought another pair but this pair is far superior- pink with glitter. The little girl is gonna love them. I will sew on pink ribbons. They will be fairy princess shoes. I will want a pair myself! I remember in highschool I had a pair of white platform open toed clogs. They were hideous but all the rage back then... like Rachel's hair. I remember we had art class and our teacher was out o` town and I decided to give my shoes a makeover.. I covered them in red glitter- they were so my Dorothy shoes.. I guess even back then I had a passion to makeover shoes. I need to makeover more. More!

Kids.. I actually like kids. People always assume that I'm allergic but my closest friends know me better. Deep deep deep deep down I am a softy and the idea of anyone in pain kills me. I have some serious Weltschmerz that is a daily struggle. I was talking to my friend Alix about something I had been told just over two years ago when I had started the job that I am now leaving. A woman, responsible for training us and was losing her job because of restructuring (she was pretty scary but I liked her) told me I mother people too much. I thought she was bat sh*t crazy, or perhaps even drunk. But the more I think about it the more I realise it's true. I have always wanted others to do well, making sure that they get the credit they deserve. Standing up for the little guy. This is what ultimately would be my downfall... But you know what, it's ok. I can sleep at night knowing I didn't throw anyone under a bus. Is it really impossible for corporations to breed an environment of trust and goodwill towards fellow coworker? I want to say I'm jaded but I'm not. Sure, it's business- all's fair- as humans we compete, it's natural. But can't we sometimes just be rewarded for the work we do rather than for the asskissing and backstabbing? And why the hell am I writing about this? I don't know. I guess it's food for thought.

Back to kids. I don't want this blog to be political. I'm a flake and proud of it.. but this one news story is making me sad and mad and sad. The 7 year old sent back to Russia.. Really? He's 7.. SEVEN! My gawd. This is just a kid. I cannot possibly imagine how this small boy feels. I mean, he's uprooted from an orphanage, flown half way across the world to a country where he doesn't speak the language and people talk about Kate Gosselin's hair extensions.. I mean, yeah, I'd be starting fires too. HE IS A CHILD! A KID! KIND! KIDDO! Of course there will be hurdles and I am sure he has some mental instability, but he isn't a pair of jeans you return to the store. You adopted, he's your kid. Basta. I'm sorry. This just riles me up. I need to stop talking about this, it's giving me an ulcer.. And I am showing a sensitive side.. Not mah style.

Keep walking, nothing to see here.

Happy Thursday!