Insomnia

Woke up at about 4:40 this morning -- another bout with insomnia. Said morning prayer, turned on television for the weather and here I am on line. Nothing particular to say. Had a little drama going on yesterday but I put that like I do everything else in the Lord's hands. I guess I had a lot on my mind. Hope you all have a blessed day.

Cho Cho, if you are reading this, I know you agree with me about putting Brother Buck in the hands of the Lord? I do it everyday.

A Couple Little Tidbits

Last evening I attended a religious concert where my number three son sang a few solos. Afterwards I returned home and decided to watch a VHS movie. I turned on the television and the VCR/DVD player, then set it up to play the movie. I got pretty frustrated because it appeared the player wasn't working. I kept pushing the "play button," and turning the set off and on plus working with the remote control. Finally I decided the system was broke. When I turned around to go do something else, I discovered the video was tucked under my arm. DUH Ms. Gig -- you need to put the video in if you want to see the movie.

Today when I got to work, my supervisor let me in the door as I was carrying some papers for the office. Shortly after I got to my desk, I said "oh no, I left my purse in the car" I'll have to go back out and get it. After putting the papers on the desk, there was my purse in my hands. MZ GIG, WHAT'S UP WITH THAT???

A Triibute to Ed Bradley

At this time I would like to join many others who are remembering Ed Bradley, from 60 minutes who died this morning of Leukemia. I was shocked when I saw it on the news while attending the birthday party of my brother's step-daughter. Ed will be greatly missed and always remembered as the intelligent awarding winning CBS'anchor man on 60 minutes, the first black White House Correspondent, and someone who represented himself and his country well. His life story is very interesting; something I was unaware of until tonight when I came across his story on the internet and watched the coverage of his life on the news. I saw him on 60 minutes many times and to me, he was a newsman like Walter Cronkite or Dan Rather, etc. It's strange how you really don't know a lot about a person until they pass away.


To the family, friends, co-workers, and fans of Mr. Bradley; this is indeed a sad day, but we know that his life was a legacy and he will not be forgotten. You are all in my prayers.

Who Reads Instructions?

Certainly not I -- at least not all of them. I was so angry with myself Friday afternoon. Approximately a few weeks ago an intra office memo went out to all staff through our e-mail account, inviting us to a birthday party for our CEO who is turning 40. He is such a nice personable person and I really like him; therefore, I was looking forward to attending his birthday party. The night before, I went out and got some little "over-the-hill" type gag gifts and a humorous card.

The invitation had been sent out to us several times reminding us not to forget the party. I knew the time and the date so on Friday, I mapped out my plans -- I would go to the store on the way to the southeast branch of the company I work for. I work in one of the west side branches and it takes at least 15 minutes to get from one to the other. I went to the store and purchased a pecan pie, which was on sale. All the time I was planning to myself things I would say to tease the CEO about turning 40. I got to the Southside branch at about 11:20 and the party started at 11:15. Oh five minutes late, not bad. I went into the office and spoke to the receptionist who looked sort of puzzled and began chatting with me. She then asked what I was doing out there and I said to attend the CEO's party. She looked at me sort of puzzled and told me it wasn't there, it was in fact at one of the other west side locations. I then remembered that I had not read the whole flyer we received but only part of it and just assummed it was on the Southside. I was "hot" but had no one else to be mad at but myself. I argued with myself all the way back to the west side and was almost an hour late. It was a fun party and everything turned out well.

Another incident was when I decided to make some hot cereal in the micro-wave. Again I didn't read the instructions, saying there wasn't enough time to do so; therefore, I guessed at how much cereal and water, etc. to put in the bowl and started the oven going. When I heard the bell go off, I went to the kitchen, and took out the cereal. It was hard as a brick. Again, I ruffled my feathers about not following instructions. I believe he Lord gave me a moral to this story. Instructions are given to us so that we will not make mistakes and have to pay the consequences. He gave us the best book of instructions ever which tells us how to live a full, healthy wholesome and most of all Spiritual life; but we must read all of the instructions and follow them to a "T" and the outcome will become eternal life.