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Thursday - Sep. 28, 2006 - 12:27 PM - EDT  - #5
  I was having a good day... Things weren't crashing all around me; my MP3 player shipped; my diet is still going OK. Then the day went south. My boss came to me and asked if I would be interested in doing requirements, since we are downsizing the programming department and our requirements analysts are quitting. Why would he be looking to have me do requirements if there was a place for me on the team? They had kinda led me to believe that as a Team Lead, they would have a place for me. Now I'm not so sure...  
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     Monday - Sep. 25, 2006 - 8:44 PM - EDT  - #4  
  Yesterday was my 40th birthday and today a HUGE arrangement of Gerbera daisys arrived at work from my sister. She called later in the afternoon and we had a good chat. She asked if the "delivery" had arrived and I said yes and that it was gorgeous, and she asked if I had counted the flowers. Since that's not normally my first reaction to a bouquet of flowers, I said I hadn't. She said "there's 40 of them!", like I'd just missed an incredibly obvious point. Our relationship recently has been strained, but I think both of us are making an effort to get closer again.  
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Saturday - Sep. 23, 2006 - 9:17 PM - EDT  - #3
  "List all the sounds you used to hear at your Grandparent's house" - JournalSparks.com When I was a kid we lived in Miami and my grandparents lived in Milwaukee. Every summer we would take the torturous car trip up to Wisconsin to see them (you know it took us a day just to get out of Florida). But what did I hear? Of course there was the doorbell from the door in the breezeway, since that's how everyone entered the house. Only strangers or new acquaintances used the front door, and that doorbell was different. During our stay there would be the kitchen noises from preparing meals, since we hardly ever ate out when we were there. After dinner there would be dishes and Gram making coffee... And her snores from the couch as the rest of us watched the news to see the next day's weather. When Grandpa would come home the garage door would open - this was an unfamiliar sound since we didn't have a garage when I was a kid. During the day Grandpa would be working in the basement and often would have projects for us to make while we were there. We made hanging planters and and frames (Grandpa owned his own carpentry business), and even now there are tables and small pieces in my home that he made for me. There'd be the sounds of the drill press or the saw, and furnace kicking in, or the washing machine draining into the washbasin next to it. Grandpa died when I was 16, so all these things remind me of my childhood.  
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     Friday - Sep. 22, 2006 - 9:43 PM - EDT  - #2  
  What do I expect of others? I guess that depends on who they are, but I'm afraid I expect a lot. I expect my coworkers to care about the team and actually do their work. I expect the people working at McDonald's to speak the language that is predominant in the area and I expect them to be polite. I expect not to be run off the road by aggressive drivers on a regular basis. But on the flip side, I expect my daughter to do something amazing or adorable every day and she always does. I expect to go to sleep at night and wake up in the morning, and so far I've been fortunate enough to do that every day. I don't expect my life to be gloriously happy, so when it is, its delightful. I guess it all comes down to managing expectations.  
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Tuesday - Sep. 19, 2006 - 10:37 PM - EDT  - #1
  Do I seek the acceptance of others before the acceptance of myself? Does this mean 'do i want others to like me' before i like myself? Yeah, I guess I do... I am not happy with myself right now. My weight is at an all time high, I'm frustrated in my job, I'm frustrated in my marriage and my only friends are the people I work with.  
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Username: kmccorqu
Gender / Age: Female, 42
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Favorite Movies:

Better Off Dead (I want my two dollars!), Young Frankenstein, Underworld, Fifth Element.
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Thomas Convenant series, books by Margaret Atwood, Sheri Tepper and Stephen King, Life of Pi, Dune series.