It's been a long time since I've written anything on this blogspot. A lot has happened. I am no longer in a down place in my life. I am no longer at my job as of December 11 of last year. They put me out of my misery by firing me.The timing was bad due to the economy. Truth is, they did me a huge favor, looking back with a clearer head. I am slowly getting back into the game, hoping to give writing a serious shot, with a political bend to the writing since politics is my passion right now. Some of my writing will be very personal in the feeling department, mostly in the political department.
In the meantime, next Saturday night April 17, I will be seeing my talk show favorite Stephanie Miller in action with John Fugelsang, Hal Sparks and the Rude Pundit (www.rudepundit.blogspot.com), all of whom I can't wait to meet. I am looking into schools, part time work, something to kill the time since I've been out of the workforce for awhile. As soon as I can figure out how, I am hoping to put a donate button on this blog, since I do enjoy writing and hope to make a little money from doing it. I'm realistic enough to know that unless you're extremely lucky, one can make a salary just from writing, which is why I'm looking for work again also. Anyone hiring??? Just kidding, I know it's bad out there and I'd rather look at my own pace anyway. I don't want to end up doing something that makes me miserable again. 2009 was the worst year of my life. (See other posts in this blog for more information). I'm hoping 2010 is much better. Here's to a new life, Susiecutie!!!
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Cafeteria Blues
I wrote this about a week ago. I'm not exactly a poet per se, but the urge moved me. Here it is. Enjoy...
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Cafeteria Blues
Current mood: melancholy
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
7 weeks later
Sitting at a table
Watching the world go by
No one acknowledging your presence
No one caring whether you exist or not
Just passing you by with their food and gossip
Leaving you with your food and drink and sadness
Yet keeping you with your principles and pride
And confidence
Knowing you did what was right.
It wasn't without sacrifice
It wasn't without fear
It was with a sliver of strength you never knew existed within you
Until you found you needed it.You ask yourself if it was worth it
You ask yourself why
Others are afraid to stand up for themselves
And prefer only to follow the crowd
For fear of being rejected
For fear of being alone
For fear of being ostracized
And not being accepted.
As for me
I prefer to be myself
Not to be part of a crowd
That makes me sacrifice
Who I am and
Who I want to become.
I'd rather stay real
And true to myself
Than be a part of something
That I know in my heart is wrong
If that means I sit alone
Day after day with my food and drink to
Keep me company
Then that is the sacrifice I must make
Not to be part of the crowd
Then I'll continue the fight
to remain true to myself
as a survivor in the world of right and wrong.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Cafeteria Blues
Current mood: melancholy
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
7 weeks later
Sitting at a table
Watching the world go by
No one acknowledging your presence
No one caring whether you exist or not
Just passing you by with their food and gossip
Leaving you with your food and drink and sadness
Yet keeping you with your principles and pride
And confidence
Knowing you did what was right.
It wasn't without sacrifice
It wasn't without fear
It was with a sliver of strength you never knew existed within you
Until you found you needed it.You ask yourself if it was worth it
You ask yourself why
Others are afraid to stand up for themselves
And prefer only to follow the crowd
For fear of being rejected
For fear of being alone
For fear of being ostracized
And not being accepted.
As for me
I prefer to be myself
Not to be part of a crowd
That makes me sacrifice
Who I am and
Who I want to become.
I'd rather stay real
And true to myself
Than be a part of something
That I know in my heart is wrong
If that means I sit alone
Day after day with my food and drink to
Keep me company
Then that is the sacrifice I must make
Not to be part of the crowd
Then I'll continue the fight
to remain true to myself
as a survivor in the world of right and wrong.
Virgin Text from a T-Mobile Sidekick... guess it works...
This is a test post. Blogging from mobile telephone. Have a nice day.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
What the Fox!!! Let's Talk about Sexting Baby!!!
A little something that gave me a chuckle earlier in the day. Comes in handy especially if you have teenagers who love to use their cell phones and texting.
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,512798,00.html
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,512798,00.html
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Two Months Post Mortem
Current mood: depressed
Category: Life
Tomorrow is the 2 month anniversary of my little brother's passing from leukemia. I was doing well til later this afternoon when I picked up a few things in the kitchen and found some pictures of the last family event in which he was a part of (the one we have pictures of), which is our grand-niece Anastasia's christening back in June of 2008, right after the first time he was hospitalized for a blood transfusion.
Before that, I was doing food shopping in Shop Rite in North Bergen. I found myself remembering when he first moved in with me and he and I went food shopping together at a Shop Rite in Hoboken. He was the one finding the bargains while I was just wandering from aisle to aisle without a list, just remembering as I went along.
A few days ago, I got a message on Myspace from a friend he met during his months away in Cincinatti, Ohio. My brother did not discuss his time in Ohio often because the situation was less than ideal. Despite the odds, it turned out he made a difference there too. The friend that wrote to me told me that for the few months that he knew my brother he always stayed positive, and made people feel better. As most people knew, he was the same way til the end of his cancer fight. Like everyone else who knew him, he was shocked of his passing, finding out of it on his memorial page (he's my number 1 friend on myspace, devilsfan.). This friend also wrote a wonderful memorial. If he is reading this, I would like him to send a copy of what he wrote to devilsfan so it can be posted. 30 years is too short of time to be on earth. But the short time he had with us, he leaves a legacy... his daughter and his determination to fight no matter what... RIP little brother... love and miss you... Nick Reo (1978-2009)
Sue :-)
Category: Life
Tomorrow is the 2 month anniversary of my little brother's passing from leukemia. I was doing well til later this afternoon when I picked up a few things in the kitchen and found some pictures of the last family event in which he was a part of (the one we have pictures of), which is our grand-niece Anastasia's christening back in June of 2008, right after the first time he was hospitalized for a blood transfusion.
Before that, I was doing food shopping in Shop Rite in North Bergen. I found myself remembering when he first moved in with me and he and I went food shopping together at a Shop Rite in Hoboken. He was the one finding the bargains while I was just wandering from aisle to aisle without a list, just remembering as I went along.
A few days ago, I got a message on Myspace from a friend he met during his months away in Cincinatti, Ohio. My brother did not discuss his time in Ohio often because the situation was less than ideal. Despite the odds, it turned out he made a difference there too. The friend that wrote to me told me that for the few months that he knew my brother he always stayed positive, and made people feel better. As most people knew, he was the same way til the end of his cancer fight. Like everyone else who knew him, he was shocked of his passing, finding out of it on his memorial page (he's my number 1 friend on myspace, devilsfan.). This friend also wrote a wonderful memorial. If he is reading this, I would like him to send a copy of what he wrote to devilsfan so it can be posted. 30 years is too short of time to be on earth. But the short time he had with us, he leaves a legacy... his daughter and his determination to fight no matter what... RIP little brother... love and miss you... Nick Reo (1978-2009)
Sue :-)
Friday, January 30, 2009
RIP little brother: Dominick Reo 2.13.78-1.30.09
This morning my brother lost his battle with Acute Myeloid Leukemia. He passed at 9 in the morning with his family and the mother of his 11 year old daughter by his side. He left us knowing that he was and will always be loved by the brothers and sisters he left behind as well as the many nephews and nieces that loved and cherished him for the short time on earth he had with us. He missed his 31st birthday by two weeks.
A few things that most people knew about was that he was the first to help you move your furniture when you needed it, the first one to help with the most mundane of anything. Mr. Minimal, no name brand, basically economical. For the last 18 months, he lived with me from the time he returned from Ohio.
The reason I say economical is because he would yell at me for spending 20 or 30 cents too much. This was someone who insisted I picked up his boxers and sweatpants from CH Martin, which is like a discount store. He didn't need Reebok or Nike sneakers. As long as they fit he was fine.
He was also different because he was the only one I knew who loved the Atlanta Braves baseball team. Unusual for someone who was a lifelong New Jersey resident. But being like other people wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to be himself.
He was also my hero. He was not ready to leave us. He fought his battle to the very end. His body gave up the battle, but his head and heart never did and never would. He knew what he was fighting and took a chance knowing what the final outcome would be. He was not ready to say goodbye. Neither were we. What I can say on behalf of my family is that we take comfort in the fact that we know he is no longer in pain and is now taking care of our parents.
"You can't have baggage without lifetime guarantees; you don't want to watch me die, I just came to say goodbye love, goodbye love, goodbye love, hello...."
"Goodbye, Love, Hello" taken from Rent
A few things that most people knew about was that he was the first to help you move your furniture when you needed it, the first one to help with the most mundane of anything. Mr. Minimal, no name brand, basically economical. For the last 18 months, he lived with me from the time he returned from Ohio.
The reason I say economical is because he would yell at me for spending 20 or 30 cents too much. This was someone who insisted I picked up his boxers and sweatpants from CH Martin, which is like a discount store. He didn't need Reebok or Nike sneakers. As long as they fit he was fine.
He was also different because he was the only one I knew who loved the Atlanta Braves baseball team. Unusual for someone who was a lifelong New Jersey resident. But being like other people wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to be himself.
He was also my hero. He was not ready to leave us. He fought his battle to the very end. His body gave up the battle, but his head and heart never did and never would. He knew what he was fighting and took a chance knowing what the final outcome would be. He was not ready to say goodbye. Neither were we. What I can say on behalf of my family is that we take comfort in the fact that we know he is no longer in pain and is now taking care of our parents.
"You can't have baggage without lifetime guarantees; you don't want to watch me die, I just came to say goodbye love, goodbye love, goodbye love, hello...."
"Goodbye, Love, Hello" taken from Rent
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