Multnomah Falls

I am writing about Multnomah Falls. This is a waterfall located in Oregon. I have never been there. My husband, my father-in-law, my brother-in-law, and my best friend have all been there. They have taken pictures of the waterfall. I have seen their beautiful scenic pictures. The place looks breathtaking. Every time I see a picture of it I instantly feel relaxed and stress free. I want to see this waterfall in person. I want to stand on the bridge overlooking the waterfall and feel the spray of the water on my face and arms. When I am stressed and feeling very upset about something I google Multnomah Falls and sit and look at pictures of it. A few times I have even lied in bed and asked my husband to describe it to me and then I fall asleep dreaming that I am there seeing the waterfall for myself. I want to go to Oregon someday. I want to see that waterfall in person. I have tried to save money for my husband, the kids, and I to go there. One time I was almost there on having enough money and then something happened and I had to spend the money to pay bills. I am still saving money to go there. Someday I am hoping to go there. I am praying that someday is not to far into the future. I want to go and see the waterfall while I am still young enough to walk around and enjoy the trip. Oregon has always been one of my dreams. While I am there visiting the waterfall I want to see the rest of Oregon.

I am not sure what else to write about regarding the waterfall. I can't describe it because I have never seen it for myself. I also don't know anything about it. The only thing I know about it is the few things my family and friends have told me about it. However, that is not the same thing as experiencing it for yourself. Someday I will go; until I will just daydream about the place. I hope that when I do finally get to visit that the place doesn't let me down; I want it to live up to my expectations of what the place is really like.

How can you describe a place you have never been? Imagination here I come...

Smell:  I'm unsure what to describe here. I have never been there. I would imagine that you could smell the many different perfumes/cologne of the people walking on the bridge along with you. I'm sure their scents would overwhelm you but because of the open air and gentle breeze the scents of their perfume/cologne would be carried away with the breeze. I imagine that you could smell the trees; their woodsy sent.

Touch: The feel of the gentle breeze, the fine mist of water that gentle touches your skin, the feel of the hard wood of the bridge under your feet, the feel of the railing under your hand, the not so gentle push of people on the crowded bridge with you, feel the warmth from the sun

Hear: the clicking of tourist cameras, the many different conversations of the other people on the bridge blending together in an inharmonious song, the sound of the water crashing down,  the rustling of the trees and their branches as they sway in the breeze, the many foot steps across the bridge

Taste: I have absolutely no idea what you can taste standing on a bridge overlooking a massive waterfall. Again and again I repeat the same quesion over and over in my head. I am standing on the bridge overlooking Multnomah Falls and I can taste...what? Nothing has come to mind on this topic.

See: the green leaves of the trees, see the white/blue of the water, the many different people on the bridge (different genders, sizes, races, haircuts, clothes, mannerism), see the steel bridge under my feet and on the railing under my hand, the brightness from the sun, see the gray rocks on the bluff (playing peek a boo with the green from ? {the trees/moss/what})

Conflict

My point of view: My conflict is my boss. She is not at the center on a daily basis so that she doesn't understand the personalities of the employees or the families we have. She sits at home (although she tells me and the other director how extremely busy she is) and calls us all day long (like we have nothing better to do than sit around the daycare and wait for her phone calls) about stupid things. She sits at home, dreams big unrealistic dreams, and then calls me and expects me to carry them out. She will not deal with anything that involves conflict. If a parent has a problem and tries to talk to me about it I will work with them, realistically, to fix the problem. I call her and tell her what is going on and then she will tell me if she likes the idea or not. If she doesn't she expects me to go back to that parent and change things. The parents look at me like it is my doing and get upset with me. Then I tell them this came from the owner and they are welcome to call her if they don't believe me. Many times they do call her, and because she avoids confrontation, she gives them what they want (which is usually very similar to what I agreed to in the first place). She then calls me and tells me what she has agreed to and makes it sound like it was her idea in the first place. Or when the parent calls her she only hears their side and (of course gives them what they want) then gets onto me for not agreeing to it in the first place. When I finally am able to tell her my side she says that I was right in the first place and to tell the parent she changed her mind (again repeating the first scenario). She calls at the most inappropriate time. You would think that since she has experience (she has been in my shoes before) she would know when to call and when not to call but I think she has forgotten. When I tell her things that the center needs fixed/repaired or about something that would she could do to make things better she looks a the bottom dollar and says no there isn't enough money for that.

My boss' point of view: Why do my directors not understand how much work I have to put into owning two daycare centers? There is a lot of things that have to be done for two centers and I feel under appreciated. Jodi is sometimes short with me when I call her. I call her because I just thought of something that I feel is very important at the time, I don't have time to look at a clock to see what time it is, I just know that I have just thought of this and she needs to know about it or she needs to do something about it. I don't necessarily want my business to grow bigger but I do want it to grow better. Everything I do I do it for my business and my family; however my family comes first. If don't like to disappoint people; I don't like people mad at me; I don't like to be the bad guy when it comes to conflicts. Jodi is not in a classroom everyday so when I call her with something to do she should have no problem getting it done. If she is having a problem maybe she needs to delegate a little better. Maybe some of her problems with me are not really with me but with the fact that she doesn't delegate very much. I have been in her shoes before. I know what kind of paperwork needs to be done. I never had a problem getting it done; I know that she had lots more kids now than I had when I did the work but its not much so it shouldn't take her that much more time to get it done.

The fly on the way: This is all very interesting. Every time Jodi hangs up the phone with Heather her face turns red and she stomps her feet like a two year old. She then takes a deep breath and proceeds to complain about Heather and everything she does to upset Jodi. Jodi talks to the wall in her office. She knows that everything going on between her and Heather have nothing to do with the other employees so she can't confined in them so she just sits at her desk and complains to the wall. I find this very humours. It's almost like she is talking to me about all of this. Jodi thinks she does it on purpose...just to make her life miserable. ~ When Heather hangs up the phone with Jodi she looks like she is about to cry. She turns toward her husband and tells him that even though Jodi never said anything she can feel the distance over the phone. She tells him how worried she is that Jodi is upset with her and how she doesn't understand why Jodi is upset. If she only had to do as much work as I do for the business then she would understand. Pick the kids up from school tomorrow I am going to the daycare tomorrow afternoon to talk to her face-to-face. I would feel so much better if I could talk to her in person. I really hope she isn't mad at me. It's not my fault. I don't want to loose another client. If we loose another client then next year we can't afford to drive to Dallas to see another Cowboys game, we will just have to settle for watching it on tv.

Which one would yo want to be...rich and ugly or poor and beautiful

I am going to look at this question as a reference to inner beauty/ugliness.  I would rather be poor and beautiful. If you have inner beauty then you have friends and family that love you and care for you. You may be poor financially but you make up for it by having lots of people that really like/care for/love you. Having all that (in my opinion) wouldn't make you poor. What good is money if everyone can't stand you?

If the question is for outer beauty I would pick rich and ugly because then you would be able to afford plastic surgery and could become rich and beautiful.

To many thoughts are going through my head right now and it is difficult for me to focus on a question like this. I am worried/confused about one of my daughter's classmates. She posted a positive pregnancy test on her facebook page yesterday and I just discovered it this morning and that is all I have been able to think about this morning. I am having a real difficult time thinking of anything else. I don't think I would have this problem if it wasn't for the girl's age. She is just one year older than my daughter. I am really distraught over this issue. I can't wrap my head around the idea that is is true. I am hoping my daughter will come home from school and tell me that it was some kind of sick joke.

Teen Parents

My daughter informed me this mornig that one of her classmates posted a picture of her positive pregnancy test result. This girl is only one year older than my daughter. When and where I grew up teen pregnancy was unheard of. It was just numbers that the health teacher told us about. It wasn't real. Now not only am I hit with the fact that it is real I am hit with the fact that it happens to children my daughters age. My daughter is only thirteen...her friend is fourteen. Her friend posted on her facebook page how happy she was and how much in love she is with this boy. This girl is just a baby herself. How can her parents even look at themselves in the mirror every morning knowing that their little girl is pregnant? How can this little girl be a good parent if she isn't even old enough to drive her baby to its doctor appointments? How can things like this happen? Are children never taught right from wrong? Do parents not communicate with their children? Is there trust issues? Do the children not trust their parents enough to talk to them? Do parents not supervise their children? I cannot believe things like this really happen. It feels like a dream. I am hoping that my daughter is going to come home from school and tell me how this was some kind of sick joke but I have a feeling this is not going to be the case.

20 Things that Annoy You

1. Stupid people
2. People that think they are better than anyone else
3. People that cannot drive
4. Yappy dogs
5. Not realizing your pen is out of ink until the very moment when you need it most
6. Wasting my money on college classes that seem pointless
7. My boss - in way to many ways to count (although I think all bosses are like that - guess that includes me sometimes since I do have eight employees)
8. Stores stocking up on christmas things before halloween is over