A Letter From Meredith

Dear WFW,

I heard you are a major fan of Grey's Anatomy and all, so I decided to look you up. I'm struck by how many things you and I have in common. It's sort of spooky. Perhaps those crazy writers are setting up another story arc with me running into you.

You write about your mom, and believe me, I know how that is. My mom told me that I was "ordinary." Your mom told you that she never wanted a daughter like you. So we share that mother-daughter angst thing. Seriously, don't let it get you down like me. I almost let myself drown it got me so "dark and twisty."

Even though you aren't a brain surgeon like I am, your job sounds pretty crazy and stressful. I think I'd rather perform surgery and handle blood and guts than corporate politics. Perhaps my messy job is a metaphor for all the corporate crap you deal with on a day to day basis.

Interesting that you are a blonde as am I. Do you have a McDreamy in your life? I don't see you writing about one. He needs to have really great hair to be a true McDreamy. Your writing reminds me of our show's writers because you are awfully coy about things like men and stuff.

Well, I've got to get to the hospital. No, wait, I'm IN the hospital recovering from drowning and hypothermia. I'm still dealing with my near death experience as Derek is cuddled up behind me on my hospital bed. I'm going to rest now. These last three episodes have drained me so to speak.

By the way, thanks for begging the writers not to kill me off. I'm sure it helped, and from reading your blog, I guess you could say it was a windfall moment (again). See you on Thursday night?

Love,
Meredith Grey

Meredith - Sometimes A Miracle

"I love you" he said

My cell phone buzzed with a text message. It was 8:40am. "I love you" he said. What a wonderful way to begin the day! May someone special tell YOU that he/she loves you today!

Windfall Weekend

It was really cold here over the weekend. A group of us were out and about just running errands. Yes, "group errands." We began the dinner discussion. It seemed the majority of us wanted breakfast food for dinner (probably on account of it being so cold). We finally decided on IHOP. For those of you unfamiliar with IHOP, it's the International House of Pancakes. I've been going to the IHOP since I was a little girl. I went in college (let's not talk about THOSE visits) and right after college (nor those either). My visits now are a bit more wholesome. Anyhow, we are seated at a table and the hostess (or whom we presume to be the hostess) looks right at me and says, "I remember you. You've been coming here a long time. I got promoted, and I'm now the District Manager."

Now.....where else but America can you be a waitress at IHOP and rise up the ranks to a DM? Isn't that like.....well.....AWESOME? In honor of the occasion, I promptly ordered my "old" favorite - cheese blintzes covered in strawberry preserves with link sausage. It was YUMMY. The whole experience was really fun, and our server was fantastic. My buddy Barney was with us. He went up to pay the tab as I lingered behind and offered to leave the tip.

He looked at me and said, "How much are you going to leave?" I said....."Oh, just a good tip." "Please WFW," he said, "tell me how much. I need to know if a server is going to chase us down in the parking lot waving and smiling or if you're going to tell me to peel rubber out of the parking lot again." Poor Barney. He puts up with so much. I told him to get in the car with the others and start the engine as I put the $100 bill down and scurried out.

Please visit? For me?

Please visit a brand new blog I found. She's calling herself Vintage Girl. You can tell she's an aspiring photographer. You won't be sorry you visited. Consider it a "windfall moment."

Corinne Bailey Rae- Like A Star

Sit back.....relax and enjoy this. Consider it a Windfall Moment. From me to you.....

Grey's Anatomy - Is Meredith Really Dead?

OH.MY.WORD. Does anyone else watch Grey's Anatomy???? I just finished watching it. I've been crying non-stop. SHE CAN'T KILL THE MAIN CHARACTER, CAN SHE???? I didn't realize how much I love Meredith until they KILLED her tonight. Supposedly.

This 'N That + Valentine Windfall Moment

First, let me thank everyone who provided advice on publishing unpleasant comments. I really was curious as to how different people handled it. I opted NOT to publish the comment for several reasons. #1 - I'm fairly certain I know who it came from and I wouldn't want to embarrass him. #2 - I'm fairly certain all of you would figure it out too (if you gave a rat's patootie) because he left subsequent comments somewhat explaining himself. #3 - Despite the fact that he didn't care about my feelings, I don't want to embarrass/hurt him. All nobleness aside, let me address a few things.....

I may be a Brittany look-a-like, and I may be blonde, but I sure as HELL am not a dumb blonde. If you don't like my photos, GET OVER IT! And fasten your seatbelt, because you've pissed me off now (pardon my unladylikeness here).....so you really may NOT like the photos I post for awhile. Now, some of you may really enjoy them ..........wink wink........

You probably are "getting" why the photo is posted above......yes, I'm on a soapbox. I get really sick of people who judge ANYBODY for the way they look. In fact, I'm pretty sick of those who judge others anyway. Enough about all this.....

I had a very nice Valentine's Day, but probably the best part was my windfall moment. I was at my local grocery store (not a 7-11 by the way.....inside joke there). My cashier was a sweet young girl. She noticed my bottle of Cetaphil that I use as a facial cleanser and asked me if it worked. I told her that I have delicate skin, and it is very gentle and inexpensive (old habits die hard). She then said, "I need something for my face (she had terrible acne bless her heart), and I can't afford my Proactiv that's about $50." She smiled and said, "I'm going to try this." I thought to myself -- what a brave young lady she was to say such things to a stranger.

Luckily, I had been to the bank. I pulled some big bills out of my wallet, sealed them up in a valentine addressed to "Sandy" with a note and took them over to a sleepy Customer Service Rep. I slipped out of the store smiling. Some days it's particularly great to be Windfall Woman.

Happy Valentine's Day!!!!

Happy Valentine's Day. Will YOU be mine?

Judge Part 2 and Ugly comments

OK......interesting that my last post should be about the judge and jury, etc. I had another post I was planning to write, but I happened to get a really NOT nice comment in my "in box." I've heard about people believing that their identity was discovered but I've not had this happen to me before. From this person's comment, you would deduce that he/she seemingly knows me. At least the comment is written that way. There are only a very few people who actually know my real identity -- on purpose. I have spoken with those people and am convinced that none of them authored the post nor told anyone else who I am. So that leaves me with a wicked comment. I thought about posting it. Fellow bloggers....what do you do? Do you post the mean ones?

Here Comes The Judge........and the Jury

I had to go to court yesterday for two minor traffic violations (nothing that could have hurt anyone - no speeding, etc.) The judge came in on time after I had counted 18 rows with 11 seats each plus people standing. He began speaking and assuring us that the worst any of us would suffer would be one year in jail and a $1000 fine. THAT was reassuring. At first his humor was a bit reassuring. As the afternoon wore on, his humor masked a huge ego along with his didactic manner. It was dismaying to realize that the justice system in this city was so inefficient. It appeared un,ess you wanted to plead guilty and immediately pay your fine (which you could have done without showing up for the cattle call) that you had to fill out a very confusing set of papers. At several points in my career, I worked for law firms. Even with my experience, it was a bewildering process. Since I was pleading no contest, I had to fill out a paper. Once handed in (questionable as to whom), we waited to be called into a separate room with three solicitors. One solicitor looked especially nice -- I hoped to get him. One was designated for the latino "defendants" (what we were all called). The last one looked like a typical hard DA. I watched as defendant after defendant approached the individual solicitors. Most were pled down, points reduced or eliminated. The latinos' solicitor seemed the toughest.

Finally, I was called up to the "hard" DA's table. My solicitor took one look at me, asked a few questions, and to my ultimate happiness, he dismissed my charges completely. That wasn't the end of it. I had to go out and wait in the courtroom for the judge to agree to the solicitors' negotiations. After I went back into the courtroom, the jovial judge suddenly began to be not so jovial. He began overturning pleas, lecturing those who had already pled guilty. Amazingly, in the midst of all this, a woman accused of battery, followed by a crack then a cocaine addict were brought in and interrupted the process. The judge was "easier" on these defendants than those sitting in the courtroom. I waited through 192 cases to be called - among the last eight - and found that he had already signed off on my case but no one had called my name. I had sat for four hours virtually for nothing. Last night, I dreamed of people passing unloading school buses, speeding at 90+ miles an hour, driving with no license, no insurance, it was a troubled sleep.

I'm still trying to make sense of yesterday. Did I witness justice? Or something else?

Hey, I'm just thinking

Yesterday my boss called me. He was "just thinking," he said as "I walk to the sandwich shop." WFW, he said, "why don't you set up a strategy meeting for the RFP (request for proposal) that MAY come out?" He went on, "Let's get a group together to talk about what the customer MAY want and build some strategy and tactics." I sat, listening to him and thinking, (and muffling giggles and a dash of agitation). "You're not saying anything, WFW," he said as I could hear the wind whipping through his OTHER cell phone (yes, he has two). "Actually, Mr. Manager, I'm just thinking," I replied. It occurs to me that in this day and age of fast food and instant gratification that maybe we just don't have time to think anymore. Maybe we aren't ALLOWED. Maybe that's why the world is in the shape its in. As for me? Maybe I'll be a rebel. Maybe I will just sit down and keep thinking and to heck with them all.

Thank you and Ideas for a Friend

First, I want to thank all of you who voted for me on 25peeps. My time came to end early this morning. Secretly, I accomplished what I set out to do. My goal? To make it on the site long enough to earn a spot in their "Hall of Fame." (I'm number 48 out of 100 right now.) Why? I said several times that I wanted to prove that a clothed individual writing a blog about something other than sex would be read and revisited. Please understand that I am not judging the half naked/naked/sex blogs featured. I simply wanted to prove that blogs OTHER than those are interesting to people in the blogger world. Enough said.

NOW.....on to the interesting stuff......a great blogger friend of mine - Big White Hat - has lost his job. He is my hero responsible for assisting me with my blogroll and making my "Rich Reads" tag which sits over on the left side of my blog. Anyhow, he commented jokingly that maybe I could write about 25 new jobs for him. That got me to thinking....if I lost MY JOB.....and I didn't have the windfall......what would I do? What do you think BWH should do? Oh and......if I get 25 job suggestions for BWH, I'll probably post them.