Archive | December, 2013

An Office with a View

30 Dec

This year for Christmas I received “A View”.

Yes, that’s right. My daughter painted what the view from my non-existent window should be. You see, I have a beautiful office that is full of everything I need and decorated just like I like it.

The only problem…..No window.

I am a Principal Intern and I don’t spend much time in my office, but I often like to stop and enjoy what’s going on outside. Rain or shine. View or no view. It’s just important to have that connection to the “outside world”.

For a time I worked in a cubicle in what most would call an attic. I often called it the tower and I think I suffered a bit when I spent too much time in meetings “up there”. I became separated and longed for fresh air and life.

Well, my daughter has given this to me to bring back to work next week. No more longing…no more missing the blue skies…it will always be right there with me.

Along with her love.

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I don’t photograph well!

27 Dec

It has been a tough a few days. I have been very sick with an upper respiratory infection, head cold, etc…

But worse off, on Christmas Eve the family wanted to take a few “nice” photos together. We gathered in pairs, threes and even as a group of four and posed over and over. And all I kept hearing was “MOM! Would you stop making that face!” I never even realized I was making one! I was repeatedly told how horrible I looked in each and every picture.

Apparently part of my Christmas gift was going to be a picture of me and my daughter added to a wonderful poem that she wrote for me. Well. Only one pic out of about 50 that were taken was deemed even remotely acceptable. 

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As a tweenager Ican understand my daughter not liking me very much, but not liking any pictures of me either….now that’s a little rough! I thought I was supposed to be the one who hated myself in pictures. I wasn’t even given that option! This is going to be a tough few years considering she’s only 12.

Well I will make the best of it since it’s the thought that counts. The poem is wonderful, MOSTLY, I am not really frosty in my opinion. But then again seeing yourself through someone else’s eyes is supposed to be enlightenling.

Right?

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