Spinning around and around isn't as fun as it used to be, just ask Bartlett Tree Experts representative Jeremy A. Hager of Dumfries, VA.
Today's Neat Tip will be more like Neat Stuff with a tip or two. This stems from my Sunday full of reflection, introspect, laundry and cupcakes. I awoke to the doorbell around 9:00am only to find a friend (wearing a uniform complete with double pleated chinos) who had come to save one of our trees. When he mentioned something about a saddle and a "come along" I was all ears (not just a neat catch phrase for wrangling your friends out to a bar but also some sort of tree saving device, hmm...) It's neat to see your friends at work. It is not too often that that happens. Of course on many occasion I was able to visit Mr. Miller at the office and was a patron of service ("when you get a chance can I get a refill on my water please? Honey?") I'd love to have some of you spectate, or even participate in one of my Cardio Funk classes- leg warmers optional, except for you Bimbo- leg warmers required. I think in addition to the annual "Take your daughter/son to work day" there should also be a "Take along a buddy day". To see one of your closest friends in action, to be a part of a co-worker lunch hour pow wow... I think this could deepen our appreciation for one another as career driven adults (or it could totally ruin friendships forever.)
Part two...
Don't forget about your family (or your past!)
Some of you may or may not know that I have 2 brothers. (Step-brothers, but came along early enough that we are definitely siblings) With the wedding coming upon us, I have been in touch with both of my brothers dealing with details and such for the big day. They both had the same comment about beating the shit out of Jason if he ever hurt me blah blah blah (big brother stuff) and were both disappointed they have not met him yet. I know the reasons have been both geographical and/or financial, but maybe it's a little my fault. Maybe I keep my past locked up in a rubbermaid box that my mother recently dropped off to our house. Getting sidetrackked from my Sunday chores, I decided to open it. Photos, newspaper clippings, notes, pins, art projects, etc... Seeing pictures of my mother at the age I am now, reviewing my childhood achievement awards ("Barefoot the Most" from 1981 Floridays summer camp, totally serious), reading various letters and report cards, it all just reminds me of who I am and where I came from. I am proud of my upbringing and I love my family (with our crazys and all) and I am really look forward to the upcoming celebration. Gathering together my past and my present under one giant tent- interacting, talking, and even gettin' down on the dance floor (my mom loves a good 60's medley!)
As some of us are becoming more like family to each other (and building families of our own), I also encourage you to remember your roots- even if you only see them for weddings and funerals.
PB and tuna,
Staci Heather LaRue
12 comments:
Happy to help, it feels good. PB and tuna is the next millenium shit. Tuner is great and PB&J is super fantastic.
Take a buddy to work day is an excellent idea. If anyone wants to see what it is like to try and deal with surly germans on a day to day basis please feel free to come by gate C4 at Dulles Airport. I'll show you the best way to ignore frantkily waving hands and demands for "Cheq, Cheq."
Black belts and brown shoes for life.
That last picture of the previously mentioned Bartlett Treep expert holding his stomach is said expert bailing out to dry heave.
hager makes super pleats look super fantastic
what's a career driven adult?
tabtwd sounds neat
A career driven adult is one that works all day saturday and then drives 1.5 hours away to upright a tree. A person who, at some point during a given month month, dives head first into their job in an effort to get ahead and enjoy a vacation with friends. A career driven adult often endulges in the vices of life to excess in a justification for the amount of time and effort given at his/her job. Lastly, these people have dreams and aspirations rooted in the american dream. These dreams often lack soul and freedom and are often questioned by the above stated individuals but continue to press forward in the journey to "success"
Dry heaving is gross and feels weird.
PS. I will be watching your brothers at the wedding as Jason has asked be to be his body during the ceremony. If those guys even look at Jason funny I will destroy their Jesus loving lives with a strong right hook and fragile left jab. I will then apologize to the crowd and proceed with my scheduled singing of "Can you stand the rain" by new edition.
Gutter.
fragile left jabs......great fictional band name.
hayy grrr im convinced you could address a crowd and talk your way out of anything.
Red,
Now you're my boy and all of that, but if you're trying to step to dude from newspaper who threw up 390 at 165 pounds, you'd better be packin more than your bow tie & Mickey Mouse jokebook at that wedding.
no worries about the former body builder brother. he has traded in his 165 of pure muscle for something I can't be proud of as his personal trainer sister. but he will, my friends, put us all to shame with his awesome renditions of "Desperado" and "Wanted, dead or alive"- he really gets after it.
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