So what is up with me?
So what is up with Dolphinwings?
Sorry to have been gone and hiding for so long. I assure you I am here just never really know what to write. Let’s just say the last couple months would have been wine wine wine and more wine. I would have needed a heck a bunch of cheese to go with that wine.
The good news is a sort of got a promotion. I went from working with Trinity Glass to another company owned by the same people. I am opening their customer service dept for a door company that will be sold exclusively through Costco. It has been quite a challenge going through the transition of talking to hundreds of people on the phone a day to the phone not ringing very much at all. I have decided thought that once this is up and running I think I am going to go into sales and training for the company. I have already got all the knowledge I need. I want to have the pay for that knowledge.
The next challenge I am going to have is learning to communicate with one other person who is bringing the operation up and running. She used to doing her own thing and not discussing anything with anyone. My stress level is so high on this right now I am going to pull my hair out. She is operations and I am customer service but we are supposed to work and support each other for breaks and things. I am seeing a total lack of communication on her part and do not know how to deal.
The kids are back to school and Nathan has started with his I don’t want to do these things shenanigans. He hid clean laundry in the dirty laundry pile this weekend so he did not have to fold the clean laundry. Just little stupid things like this. Frustrates the heck out of me and makes me wonder if he even cares about consequences.
Courtney loves Junior High as far as I can tell. I think mostly because she is not in the same school as her brother. She did get herself back into choir after not getting assigned to it. I was happy she took that initiative and took care of it. My one rule is from 5th grade on the need to be involved in some sort of music, either band or choir.
The Sad news: My Grandmother past away last weekend. She was 91. So yes she did live a full life but it was still difficult. She had been battling cancer for quite some time now and recently was diagnosed with it being in her spine. The tried radiation but it was just too much for her. The services were this past weekend. It was hard but we all made it through. My Uncle had some of her ashes separated out. My sister and I will be going for a drive up the mountain sometime soon to spread them. The rest of the ashes were placed in a cherry mahogany box and will be laid to rest in Ashland, OH, where a placement will be made with both her and my grandfather’s name on it.
My uncle wanted us to share something at the services (which of course were very Christian, Grandma was a devout Catholic) I wrote something and didn’t even make it though without balling horrendously.
So here is what I wrote : When I was 3 my mother would drop me off at my Grandparents house every week day while she went to work at the hospital.
Some people wonder if I really do remember things that happened when I was 3.
They aren’t 100% precise memories but glimpses of things. I remember walking with Grandma from her house to my great grandfather’s. I used to think it was far away until recently she told me it was just across the street. I remember his yellow kitchen. Nothing else about the house but the kitchen was yellow. Recently Grandma told me because we went over there for her to cook him meals and get him lunch. So not only was this amazing woman taking care of me, she was taking care of her dad also.
At her house I remember the organ in the living room. I remember standing on this fold out stool and helping with the dishes. I remember running from the back door to the garage where Grandpa was working on cars. There was a garden in between the two. I remember strawberry rhubarb pie. Which, I still don’t like to this day.
Grandma was my play mate. She would play dolls with me. She taught me how to blow up the balloons that Grandpa brought home from work.
I remember the night before my little sister was born. There was an earthquake, we were watching Wheel of Fortune. I was staying with Grandma again because my mom had already gone to the hospital. I was 8 then. Memories are little bit better then when I was three.
I became Grandpa’s girl then. Grandma was always there though, to guide in the right direction and give her strong advice.
I remember the day Grandpa past. Grandma was in the hospital recovering from a surgery and the doctor did not want to let her go home until he knew she was emotionally stable. She looked at him and said” I have a family to take care of and seven grandkids that need their Grandmother, you will sign those papers and let me go home.”
I remember the night before I went into labor with my son. I was so scared. I took the phone and locked myself in the bathroom. I called Grandma and talked to her for almost two hours. Just about stuff, stories about when she had her boys, stories about life and her reassurances that everything was going to be just fine.
Recently I got the chance to listen to more of her stories of her life adventures. What I wouldn’t give for just one more hour of stories.
Sorry to have been gone and hiding for so long. I assure you I am here just never really know what to write. Let’s just say the last couple months would have been wine wine wine and more wine. I would have needed a heck a bunch of cheese to go with that wine.
The good news is a sort of got a promotion. I went from working with Trinity Glass to another company owned by the same people. I am opening their customer service dept for a door company that will be sold exclusively through Costco. It has been quite a challenge going through the transition of talking to hundreds of people on the phone a day to the phone not ringing very much at all. I have decided thought that once this is up and running I think I am going to go into sales and training for the company. I have already got all the knowledge I need. I want to have the pay for that knowledge.
The next challenge I am going to have is learning to communicate with one other person who is bringing the operation up and running. She used to doing her own thing and not discussing anything with anyone. My stress level is so high on this right now I am going to pull my hair out. She is operations and I am customer service but we are supposed to work and support each other for breaks and things. I am seeing a total lack of communication on her part and do not know how to deal.
The kids are back to school and Nathan has started with his I don’t want to do these things shenanigans. He hid clean laundry in the dirty laundry pile this weekend so he did not have to fold the clean laundry. Just little stupid things like this. Frustrates the heck out of me and makes me wonder if he even cares about consequences.
Courtney loves Junior High as far as I can tell. I think mostly because she is not in the same school as her brother. She did get herself back into choir after not getting assigned to it. I was happy she took that initiative and took care of it. My one rule is from 5th grade on the need to be involved in some sort of music, either band or choir.
The Sad news: My Grandmother past away last weekend. She was 91. So yes she did live a full life but it was still difficult. She had been battling cancer for quite some time now and recently was diagnosed with it being in her spine. The tried radiation but it was just too much for her. The services were this past weekend. It was hard but we all made it through. My Uncle had some of her ashes separated out. My sister and I will be going for a drive up the mountain sometime soon to spread them. The rest of the ashes were placed in a cherry mahogany box and will be laid to rest in Ashland, OH, where a placement will be made with both her and my grandfather’s name on it.
My uncle wanted us to share something at the services (which of course were very Christian, Grandma was a devout Catholic) I wrote something and didn’t even make it though without balling horrendously.
So here is what I wrote : When I was 3 my mother would drop me off at my Grandparents house every week day while she went to work at the hospital.
Some people wonder if I really do remember things that happened when I was 3.
They aren’t 100% precise memories but glimpses of things. I remember walking with Grandma from her house to my great grandfather’s. I used to think it was far away until recently she told me it was just across the street. I remember his yellow kitchen. Nothing else about the house but the kitchen was yellow. Recently Grandma told me because we went over there for her to cook him meals and get him lunch. So not only was this amazing woman taking care of me, she was taking care of her dad also.
At her house I remember the organ in the living room. I remember standing on this fold out stool and helping with the dishes. I remember running from the back door to the garage where Grandpa was working on cars. There was a garden in between the two. I remember strawberry rhubarb pie. Which, I still don’t like to this day.
Grandma was my play mate. She would play dolls with me. She taught me how to blow up the balloons that Grandpa brought home from work.
I remember the night before my little sister was born. There was an earthquake, we were watching Wheel of Fortune. I was staying with Grandma again because my mom had already gone to the hospital. I was 8 then. Memories are little bit better then when I was three.
I became Grandpa’s girl then. Grandma was always there though, to guide in the right direction and give her strong advice.
I remember the day Grandpa past. Grandma was in the hospital recovering from a surgery and the doctor did not want to let her go home until he knew she was emotionally stable. She looked at him and said” I have a family to take care of and seven grandkids that need their Grandmother, you will sign those papers and let me go home.”
I remember the night before I went into labor with my son. I was so scared. I took the phone and locked myself in the bathroom. I called Grandma and talked to her for almost two hours. Just about stuff, stories about when she had her boys, stories about life and her reassurances that everything was going to be just fine.
Recently I got the chance to listen to more of her stories of her life adventures. What I wouldn’t give for just one more hour of stories.