Thursday, July 26, 2012
Didn't make it through this month's book, Death Comes To Pemberley, but I'm betting somebody died in the end. The author took Pride and Prejudice, threw in a murder mystery and by about page thirty, I gave up and thought - lady, think up your own book. I found some better drama with our own little book club - Mariah and the stolen car, the manly shower scrubbing, the Jersey shore, the LMCers, the B students, the cat hoarders and the mini cupcakes.
Not one to skip reading, though, focused on a few good men this month on the nightstand.
And Mr. Christian Grey...
Posted by Lisa at 10:57 PM
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
I have verified that the report is not tallying right and you are entering the data properly. Keep doing what you are doing and we will fix the report.
I will let you know when it is fixed.
If you have any other questions let me know.
Sounds like a pretty normal email, right? So when I almost started to cry when I got it, I realized I've been waiting around for normal for a very long time. Since April, April 2011, living in crazyland, a place where ten or so people in some building in Atlanta and little 'ol me in my office in Arizona and a dark, rainy "cloud" server somewhere in between have not been communicating very well, instead playing their ignore, delay, blame, pass-the-buck or promise-me-the-moon-and-hang-up game. If I could fire them, I would. If I could stop paying them, I would. If I could sue them, I would. But I can't. So I wait. And wait. Like, for example, the above report in question that needed to be fixed. Bad software. I knew it was wrong, but they said, "Nope, looks good to us." Case closed. I kept calling. Explaining. Showing them the data. Providing all the facts I could for weeks on this one thing (since May 13th, to be exact, but who's counting?) This one report that is holding me back from so many other things. "Nope," they said again and again, like talking to a panel on Fox News, "still looks good. Must be you." Case closed. So today, out of the blue, Alex from Atlanta, my new hero, pops a professional, competent, honest email in my inbox. Finally. I'm not crazy. Just a little teary-eyed.
Posted by Lisa at 10:14 AM
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Faced with a half-day of work before jetting off to NYC for an Aunt Amy/U of A roomies rendezvous, Shana opted for a work-at-home morning. PJs, purring cat, pool view, 7:50 wake-up - life is good. But not too good. I tempted her with a pre-flight am pedi, but she turned me down flat. No, I'm working. And work she did. The other day, after a few weeks getting the hang of things with the new job, Shana announced that she's really making a difference at the company. And now I see why. As I fired up my own side-by-side laptop to start typing away,
I kept spying on her more interesting list. Organizing with her co-workers, checking off to-dos, emailing clients, proofing ethics videos - even some in Chinese! The kid rocked it 'til noon. Changing the world for the better. Or at least her little part of it.
Then we got our toes done.
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Friday, July 13, 2012
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Figuring I wouldn't be getting to the beach anytime this summer, Watercise at the beautiful Franciscan Renewal Center seemed like a little consolation prize.
Floating in the water, watching clouds roll over my beloved Camelback Mountain, immersed with a group, young and old, from all over the world, totally down to earth with not a North Scottsdale fake boob or Botox in the bunch. Beautiful. Susan, the instructor, has been teaching there forever and just got back from a month at a yoga retreat in the Virginia mountains and shared lots of her wisdom. We stretched, we moved, we breathed, we balanced (wow - tree pose is soooo much easier with a few hundred gallons of water holding you up!), we got all comfy and did a deep meditation, somehow trusting that all anyone needs is a couple of pool noodles to just let it all go.
Posted by Lisa at 9:03 PM
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Sully, a big softie, seems was the only thing keeping Lulu in her place. He freaked her out. Filled her with fear. If he was in her way, she would cautiously, slowly, quietly tip-toe "paw" by, not taking her eyes off of him. Lotus and Cali would go right up, bump into him, give him little nose-to-nose Eskimo kisses. Cali would even walk under him, back and forth, back and forth, her own personal doggie bridge. But not Lulu. Her holier than thou, Alpha Cat attitude was always brought back down to earth when Sully entered a room. I figured a little fear is good. Keeps things in check. But now that Sully's gone, Lulu's the big dog in the house. Barking at us. Ordering us around. Hissing at the other cats. Banging on doors. Monitoring the litter box like she's suddenly CEO of Pussy Potty Patrol, frequently causing furr-flying cat fight tornadoes in the hallway. What a brat. Then, right before I give her away to someone with lots of dogs, she'll pop up and slam her big fat belly right up against one of the humans, spooning close, purring, humming I'm Sexy And I Know It and she's good for another day.
Posted by Lisa at 10:02 PM
Look, there's a medical chart on our TV in the family room - taking working from home to a whole new level. These days, Shawn can even cruise into an exam room with an iPad and type away on that without having to turn his back on anybody. A couple of weeks ago we sent in our first prescription electronically right from a patient's chart, Cloud calling Costco, beautiful, clearing the way for me to finally start collecting the data I've been waiting for over a year to do. I still hate our software company. I still fight with them every single day, making the past year a stormy one and the summer one big hot mess. So let's focus on the good things like being able to log in from home. And, to remind me to be nice on the brand new, at least they're trying, but where have they been for the past year, problem resolution system the software dummies put in place 7/1, my password is: Smilennod1. So as I watch my list of requests get smaller and smaller, slowly, slowly, I'm hoping to get through this transition without an electronic script for blood pressure or anxiety meds flying through cyberspace with my name on it.
Posted by Lisa at 12:18 PM
On the way to yoga, Mary thanked the trees for breathing. "The lungs of the world," she called them. Then, somewhere between the legs over my head and the last long, long blanketed up pose, we were breathing, too, learning that it's all about that moment between inhaling and exhaling, where you hold it, wait for it, think about it, that's yoga.
Posted by Lisa at 10:32 AM
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
It's sort of hard to bitch about a little Arizona heat when so much of the rest of the country is actually melting, burning down and without power. I've come across lots of fellow natives lately that wonder if it seems hotter this year or are we just getting older and crankier? It IS getting hotter.
hot temperature records vs. cold ones are running 40,000 to 6,000. But gratefully on this Independence Day, Scottsdale made a little record of our own, sitting on a lounge chair pre-fireworks by the pool, eating watermelon on the Fourth of July, rainy and 79 degrees.
Posted by Lisa at 9:41 PM