Thursday, September 2, 2010

Family and Friends

Work. Many don't consider work as family. Fortunately for me, I do. I make myself at home where ever I am. Therefore, work is my second home with my second family. As frustrating as it can be at times, it's my life. It's our life. I read somewhere once that people tend to know their co-workers better than they do their own spouse. This makes so much sense to me because generally we are on our best behavior under the worst of circumstances. Sometimes at home we cannot say such.

Forrest and I many years ago before I had wrinkles around my eyes. Forrest retired August 31st. Every retirement leads me to believe the future will never be the same and what on earth will we do without the retiring one. We make it. We make it until the next retirement and I will forever think the very same thing all over again. And the wrinkles will continue to add to my character...

This is me, with wrinkles around my eyes, and Paul. He grumbled when I asked to take a pic of him. So I offered to get in it. Since I liked it of me and he did not of him, I kept it. Cause I'm the boss. Literally.

This very well may be the Insane Posse or something like that. Two of the orneriest people I know are sitting to the left. The middle one wreaks of trouble.

More bosses. We need them. Trust me.

Then there are people you can't wait to see because no matter what kinda mood I'm in, I know they'll make me laugh. The majority of this picture makes me laugh. Always.

Watch out for creepers. They are everywhere...

I did say everywhere...

The friends we make lasts a lifetime.

This is baby Forrest in 1980. I bet he didn't really think he'd last 30 years.

Little did he know, he would. And I hope Forrest considers us family and will miss us like we will miss him. I will miss him approaching me at least once a week asking something to the effect of, "Lisa, will you please check on this #@!% thing for me? I know it's in there somewhere!"
Change is good. Isn't it? I try to convince myself I like change, but honestly I do not. I like comfort with a little spontaneity. We will muddle through without Forrest and be envious of his newfound freedom. Best of luck to you my old office neighbor. I'll forever miss hearing the trading post radio show thru the walls of our offices. May your wife not strangle you when she has to listen to that everyday...

5 comments:

Helen said...

Dear Lisa,
I love seeing posts like yours today .... history, precious faces, old friends! Sorry, I don't see those wrinkles you mentioned. You are lovely and have the nicest smile!

Farmchick said...

Hi there..how are you? I so enjoyed your post...it was fun seeing the pictures and hearing about your co-workers. That is something I don't have being a stay-at-home mom and farmwife! :) Hope you have a wonderful weekend --hope you can stop by for a visit. :)

Gayla said...

Great post! I loved it.

Kat said...

Wrinkles? Where?

Looks like you had some fun.

Hugs,
Kat

Sue said...

Hi there Lady....I thought for awhile you stopped blogging so I apoligize for not stopping in more often....I just loved this post...it made me smile...What a wonderful looking second family you have and how nice to like the people you get to work with...and your beautiful...I didn't see one wrinkle.