Now it's over 60 jobs and counting. Such is the state of our economy. I was going to say "I've applied for over 100 jobs..." but that would be an exaggeration. Now after applying to over 60 jobs I have now had a job interview. In a few days I'll find out if I am still looking or if I've got something.
I have since learned that Job fairs are teeming with people. There was an "open application" time slot for applebee's in Napa and over 50 people showed up to apply and interview. This is a harsh world we are living in and it is only getting more so.
Any employer putting up a "now hiring" sign not only gets a pick of the litter, but they get responses within seconds. The competition is now in those applying for jobs. No longer to bosses have to worry about hiring the wrong person, there are hundreds waiting with applications and resume's already turned in. There are lots of people struggling out there and my heart goes to them.
26 January 2010
25 January 2010
The incredible Whining Dog
At times I will clean peoples houses, watch their kids and sometimes even care for their pets. This is not really a financial venture, seeing as the people can't really afford more than a token payment for thanks. But, it is enough when I am already doing nothing for the day. Not to mention, helping people always gives me a good feeling, for some strange reason.
Well this is the tale of Tiny, a small poodle that I am caring for until his owner is able to do so.
When I received the dog he was a brown color with tufts of gray. After I had him a week I bought some dog shampoo and gave him a bath. now he is nearly all white.
The incredible thing about this dog is not the fact that he whines. It's not because that whine is so high pitched it hurts the ears. Or, the fact that his bark is just as high, causing you to want to cringe and escape the sound. It is the fact that he doesn't stop. He can do it all day and all night. It doesn't matter. He never gets tired. Actually I saw him laying down, resting, and still whinning.
Of course he only whines when I am not there. The problem is that I do need sleep, work and other things. I can't just sit with him 24/7. So, for the time being, I get to spend my days with the incredible whining dog.
He is a sweetheart, lovable, soft (after the bath), doesn't effect my allergies and such. I can be patient with him, it's not his fault he's spoiled...! I also take him for car rides which he really enjoys.
Well this is the tale of Tiny, a small poodle that I am caring for until his owner is able to do so.
When I received the dog he was a brown color with tufts of gray. After I had him a week I bought some dog shampoo and gave him a bath. now he is nearly all white.
The incredible thing about this dog is not the fact that he whines. It's not because that whine is so high pitched it hurts the ears. Or, the fact that his bark is just as high, causing you to want to cringe and escape the sound. It is the fact that he doesn't stop. He can do it all day and all night. It doesn't matter. He never gets tired. Actually I saw him laying down, resting, and still whinning.
Of course he only whines when I am not there. The problem is that I do need sleep, work and other things. I can't just sit with him 24/7. So, for the time being, I get to spend my days with the incredible whining dog.
He is a sweetheart, lovable, soft (after the bath), doesn't effect my allergies and such. I can be patient with him, it's not his fault he's spoiled...! I also take him for car rides which he really enjoys.
24 January 2010
In Memory of Mr. Bell
MSNBC Article Mon., Jan. 18, 2010:
Taco Bell founder dies at age 86
Glen W. Bell launched Taco Bell in 1962 in Los Angeles area
 Glen W. Bell, Jr. |  |
RANCHO SANTA FE, Calif. - Glen W. Bell Jr., an entrepreneur best known as the founder of the Taco Bell chain, has died. He was 86.
Bell died Sunday at his home in Rancho Santa Fe, according to a statement posted Monday on the Taco Bell Web site.
The Irvine-based company did not release a cause of death.
"Glen Bell was a visionary and innovator in the restaurant industry, as well as a dedicated family man," Greg Creed, president of Taco Bell, said in the statement. Bell launched his first restaurant, called Bell's Drive-In, in 1948 in San Bernardino after seeing the success of McDonald's. His restaurant sought to take advantage of Southern California's car culture by serving hamburgers and hot dogs through drive-in windows.
The World War II veteran next helped establish Taco Tias in Los Angeles, El Tacos in the Long Beach area, and Der Wienerschnitzel, a national hot dog chain.
Bell launched Taco Bell in 1962 in Downey after cutting ties with his business partners and quickly expanding around Los Angeles.
He sold the first Taco Bell franchise in 1964. In 1978, Bell sold his 868 Taco Bell restaurants to PepsiCo for $125 million in stock.
Taco Bell is now owned by Yum! Brands and is the largest Mexican fast-food chain in the nation, serving more than 36.8 million consumers each week in more than 5,600 U.S. locations.
Bell is survived by his wife, Martha, three sisters, two sons, a daughter and four grandchildren.
A private funeral is planned.
[I posted this late but I still wanted to have a little something for the guy who created Taco Bell]
20 January 2010
Fun on the road
This blog is in reminder of all the interesting things, crazy drivers and what not that is found on the road. In a matter of a couple days I had enough experiences to fill many blogs, these are the highlights.
First to start off on a good note I ran into two friendly cops on the same day. One stopped to let me in when traffic was crazy. At first I thought it was an alterior motive to more easily pull me over for something. but it wasn't. he smiled and waved later on when he passed me in the fast lane. Then a different cop smiled and waved as I was getting out of my car in front of my house, it was the cop who had taken the report on my broken window a while back. Then a day later I was out with my Grammy and she had me pull over next to a cop so she could tell him, "Thank you for what you do." His mouth dropped open in shock and he didn't know what to say.
Of course there are the stupid or crazy drivers. A truck decided to make a left turn across on coming traffic when the oncoming traffic was frighfully close. As he moved I thought for sure he would get T-boned right in front of me. It was close, a foot away from being hit by one car and an inch away from being hit by another car. Stupid truck, a little patience and it wouldn't have been a life or death experience.
Thoughts behind the reasoning of an agressive driver: Once the driver takes their emotion to the next level, the adrenalin rush is too much. They simply get worse. Like a driver fighting like crazy to pass and get in front of another car, only to end up tailing a different car even though they have no intention of passing this second car. They just ride the bumper.
How about a car that is getting off in the same spot where I am merging in. It just comes over right next to me so I either get in an accident or slam my breaks. After slamming my brakes there is no speed left to merge safely. Having to wait for traffic to clear to merge.
Then there are the simple idiot drivers. Not really hurting anything but doing things like this. A truck that turns on it's left blinker so it can get over into the right lane, Across white solid lines as well.
And of course, I can't forget those really hungry individuals that just can't wait. This car speeds up to get in front of me. Weaves in and out of traffic, simply to make it to the Burger King drive thru 30 seconds faster than he would have. Now that's what I call hungry.
In closing, I did find it interesting that in two days I saw both a Rhode Island liscence plate and a Florida. (there were plenty of California, a few Oregon, some Utah and Arizona; but I see those all the time.)
First to start off on a good note I ran into two friendly cops on the same day. One stopped to let me in when traffic was crazy. At first I thought it was an alterior motive to more easily pull me over for something. but it wasn't. he smiled and waved later on when he passed me in the fast lane. Then a different cop smiled and waved as I was getting out of my car in front of my house, it was the cop who had taken the report on my broken window a while back. Then a day later I was out with my Grammy and she had me pull over next to a cop so she could tell him, "Thank you for what you do." His mouth dropped open in shock and he didn't know what to say.
Of course there are the stupid or crazy drivers. A truck decided to make a left turn across on coming traffic when the oncoming traffic was frighfully close. As he moved I thought for sure he would get T-boned right in front of me. It was close, a foot away from being hit by one car and an inch away from being hit by another car. Stupid truck, a little patience and it wouldn't have been a life or death experience.
Thoughts behind the reasoning of an agressive driver: Once the driver takes their emotion to the next level, the adrenalin rush is too much. They simply get worse. Like a driver fighting like crazy to pass and get in front of another car, only to end up tailing a different car even though they have no intention of passing this second car. They just ride the bumper.
How about a car that is getting off in the same spot where I am merging in. It just comes over right next to me so I either get in an accident or slam my breaks. After slamming my brakes there is no speed left to merge safely. Having to wait for traffic to clear to merge.
Then there are the simple idiot drivers. Not really hurting anything but doing things like this. A truck that turns on it's left blinker so it can get over into the right lane, Across white solid lines as well.
And of course, I can't forget those really hungry individuals that just can't wait. This car speeds up to get in front of me. Weaves in and out of traffic, simply to make it to the Burger King drive thru 30 seconds faster than he would have. Now that's what I call hungry.
In closing, I did find it interesting that in two days I saw both a Rhode Island liscence plate and a Florida. (there were plenty of California, a few Oregon, some Utah and Arizona; but I see those all the time.)
14 January 2010
It's Gavin!!!!!!!!
My sister, Crystal, just had her baby. A healthy 8lb baby boy named Gavin Mark Vanzeveren. He has a full head of blond hair. Crystal is doing well and on the mend and will be returning home in a few days. I can't wait to come and visit her. I love her so much!!!!!!
11 January 2010
I've forgotten how to fly
This is a post that I have been meaning to publish for (nearly two years? a year and a half? little over a year?) a really long time. I have noticed that for me a really long time can be anywhere from a week to ten or more years back but it all feels like a really long time to me. Go figure:
There are lots of things I have forgotten and not all of it is bad. Actually the forgetting has made life a little different but because of the forgetting I can't remmeber how different. Unless, I look at my journal entries. Sometimes when I read my journal I wonder, "what was I thinking?" "How could I have believed that?" "Was I crazy?" "am I still crazy now?" "what is the truth and what is fiction?"
One of the things I had forgotten is how to fly. I knew that feeling so well that I could feel the muscles on my back where wings could/should be. I could close my eyes and feel the wind in my hair, feel my body floating, soaring, diving and flying. I could feel the change in atmosphere as I tried to breath. It was such a detailed vision I felt as if I had been able to fly in a previous life. (of course the crazy part was that in that previous life I was a dragon but I'm not going to dwell too much on that part.)
Flying was second nature. It was in my dreams. It was in my daydreams. It was one of my regular thoughts. Then I gave all of that up for nearly two years. I let it go. I used my self control to stop the daydreams, stop the stories and stop the previous belief systems I held. There are, I think, two times I faltered. The first time I wrote down the ideas and story that came to my mind, sealed it up and locked it away. I can't remember what I did the second time, but for the most part I did good.
Coming home, I fell back into my dreams. A part of me felt like I needed to let go but I didn't. I couldn't. This was my life, what would I be without my dreams? Then a while ago (couple years? year?) I started seeking help. I found people to talk to and they found different answers for me, that didn't really work. I can't remember when it happend but I think it was pretty abrupt. I think, one day, I simply woke up and had forgotten how to fly. That was the first step. I wrote many journal entries. I tried to remember. I tried to enter a world that I had created, but it didn't work. I couldn't find the stories any more.
In reality, the stories were still there. I still know the mechanics, the characters etc...but the reality is gone. A part of me feels like I have fallen and shattered into a million pieces, the good thing is that the pieces are still all there. Now I sit here and piece by piece, put the puzzle back together. I'm glad I like puzzles so much. So it all started with forgetting one thing, one very important part and that was 'how to fly'. But that is the beginning of a new world and the chance to become a better person.
(now if I can just fulfill my goal and try to publish these darn stories lol)
There are lots of things I have forgotten and not all of it is bad. Actually the forgetting has made life a little different but because of the forgetting I can't remmeber how different. Unless, I look at my journal entries. Sometimes when I read my journal I wonder, "what was I thinking?" "How could I have believed that?" "Was I crazy?" "am I still crazy now?" "what is the truth and what is fiction?"
One of the things I had forgotten is how to fly. I knew that feeling so well that I could feel the muscles on my back where wings could/should be. I could close my eyes and feel the wind in my hair, feel my body floating, soaring, diving and flying. I could feel the change in atmosphere as I tried to breath. It was such a detailed vision I felt as if I had been able to fly in a previous life. (of course the crazy part was that in that previous life I was a dragon but I'm not going to dwell too much on that part.)
Flying was second nature. It was in my dreams. It was in my daydreams. It was one of my regular thoughts. Then I gave all of that up for nearly two years. I let it go. I used my self control to stop the daydreams, stop the stories and stop the previous belief systems I held. There are, I think, two times I faltered. The first time I wrote down the ideas and story that came to my mind, sealed it up and locked it away. I can't remember what I did the second time, but for the most part I did good.
Coming home, I fell back into my dreams. A part of me felt like I needed to let go but I didn't. I couldn't. This was my life, what would I be without my dreams? Then a while ago (couple years? year?) I started seeking help. I found people to talk to and they found different answers for me, that didn't really work. I can't remember when it happend but I think it was pretty abrupt. I think, one day, I simply woke up and had forgotten how to fly. That was the first step. I wrote many journal entries. I tried to remember. I tried to enter a world that I had created, but it didn't work. I couldn't find the stories any more.
In reality, the stories were still there. I still know the mechanics, the characters etc...but the reality is gone. A part of me feels like I have fallen and shattered into a million pieces, the good thing is that the pieces are still all there. Now I sit here and piece by piece, put the puzzle back together. I'm glad I like puzzles so much. So it all started with forgetting one thing, one very important part and that was 'how to fly'. But that is the beginning of a new world and the chance to become a better person.
(now if I can just fulfill my goal and try to publish these darn stories lol)
03 January 2010
New Year
So many people have made resolutions for the new year. I have never done this, to my knowledge. I have always lived in the moment and never really planned for the future. Some of that can be blamed on a chemical imbalance, some can be blamed on laziness and some can be blamed on bad luck.
I have been unstable for too many years and I have hated myself for that time. I have imperfections that affect others and when they point them out I hate myself even more. This is a pattern I have followed and when someone hates who they are they don't have the willpower to change. So I stayed in this cycle of self loathing until I broke, snapped right in two. I left everything I had been holding on to behind and decided to leave and go a completely different direction. This to would have been self destructive if I hadn't met someone who gave me a reason to change, who made me feel like maybe I had a small piece of worth that was worth saving. I feel like this person has stabilized me to some extent but still I have trouble making up my mind and going all "skitzo". One day it's ok and the next I'm opposite.
For the new year I would like:
*to have a part time job (to achieve this I have been applying to at least one job every day)
*to find out where I stand religiously (to achieve this I am going to church, praying and reading scriptures)
*to clear out my debts (I have already made a plan and a part time job would clear all my debts in a year)
*to enter all my handwritten stories into my computer.
So, even though resolutions are selfish and all about me, I know that nothing will change unless a plan is made, goals are set up and daily goals are followed.
I have been unstable for too many years and I have hated myself for that time. I have imperfections that affect others and when they point them out I hate myself even more. This is a pattern I have followed and when someone hates who they are they don't have the willpower to change. So I stayed in this cycle of self loathing until I broke, snapped right in two. I left everything I had been holding on to behind and decided to leave and go a completely different direction. This to would have been self destructive if I hadn't met someone who gave me a reason to change, who made me feel like maybe I had a small piece of worth that was worth saving. I feel like this person has stabilized me to some extent but still I have trouble making up my mind and going all "skitzo". One day it's ok and the next I'm opposite.
For the new year I would like:
*to have a part time job (to achieve this I have been applying to at least one job every day)
*to find out where I stand religiously (to achieve this I am going to church, praying and reading scriptures)
*to clear out my debts (I have already made a plan and a part time job would clear all my debts in a year)
*to enter all my handwritten stories into my computer.
So, even though resolutions are selfish and all about me, I know that nothing will change unless a plan is made, goals are set up and daily goals are followed.
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