Check list for my new unemployed life

Today is the first Monday in 30 years I’ve been without a job, otherwise known as unemployed. Last Thursday I, along with about a dozen of my coworkers, were told our jobs were eliminated due to the fact the company we worked for isn’t making any money. Lay-offs. I was there for 15 years. So here I am now, at home, my first day of not being employed by anyone. It is sort of weird.

In order to stay on track (and stay sane) I’ve made a list of things to do while I’m unemployed.

  • File for unemployment insurance. Check. Did that already.
  • Look for work. I spent three hours looking this morning.
  • Keep a notebook with all of the job site passwords, user names and all things related.
  • Update resume. Tomorrow. Today it is too painful.
  • Clean the house. Not sure if I’ll get to that one.
  • Plan dinner.
  • Act like a stay at home mom. HA HA HA HA. Like I’m going to do THAT. Seriously so much of my identity has been identifying with the title “working mom.” I’m an amazing MOM and corporate type professional. Yes, I own suits and heels. I’d rather work in jeans but…I can do anything.
  • Get the mail.
  • Notice that the crowd in the grocery store is different in the morning than it is after work. The most fun are the late night around midnight shoppers.
  • Turn the sound up on the radio.
  • Think about going to the gym. GO TO THE GYM.
  • Avoid the kitchen.
  • Fill the bird feeder.
  • Make a huge cut out of a foot and make Sasquatch tracks on the trail in the woods behind my house.
  • Dance because NOBODY is looking.
  • Clean out my car.
  • Think about what I really want to do with my life.
  • Keep positive.
  • Keep positive.
  • Keep positive.
  • Stretch in the middle of the day.
  • Network. Contact everyone.
  • Try something new.
  • Think about how great I am and what wonderful skills and talents I have.
  • Take a deep breath.
  • Make up more bad puns to annoy my husband.
  • Have lunch with my husband.
  • Hang out with my husband during the day. He owns his own business so I can show up with the dog anytime I want and even give him a kiss.
  • Figure out a few interview outfits.
  • Clean my closet.
  • Buy cat food.
  • Pick my daughter up from school on Monday. I’ve worked all of her 15 years so the only day I’ve ever been able to pick her up is Friday.
  • Learn to roller skate. There is an adult class on Tuesday mornings. I’d be safer sky diving or swimming with sharks but hey, I like to live dangerously.
  • Get up every single morning by 6:30. Stay on a schedule. Don’t just sit around.
  • Stay un-lazy.
  • Create art.
  • Write.
  • Blog. (which is writing but a different kind of writing)
  • Read.
  • Finish my novel because there is a spot waiting for it on top of the best seller list.
  • Apply for jobs even if it is a trip-to-Mars long shot.
  • Don’t be afraid of people thinking I’m strange or different.
  • If I question anything the answer is always “go for it.”
  • The other answer is, “yes.”
  • Smile. A lot.
  • Don’t sell myself short.
  • Be brave.
  • Get enough sleep.
  • Put stuff on ebay.
  • Develop my own reality TV show.
  • Become a YouTube star.
  • Call NPR and tell them I want a job. I have a lot to say and know a lot of interesting people and things. I also have a great radio voice.
  • Dance some more.
  • Pet the dog.
  • Pet the cats.
  • Look up old boyfriends on the internet. HA HA HA just kidding, I did that years ago.
  • Have faith in myself and my God given abilities. I’m not a religious person but I have untapped talents that need to be used – NOW – or I might get struck by lightning.
  • Make myself believe that now is my time.
  • Keep telling myself “NOW IS MY TIME.”


OK I’m off to the gym.


~ Marla

I'm going to look exactly like when I interview for jobs.
I’m going to look exactly like when I interview for jobs.
One of the things that bugged me about my old job was people who called women "girls." I'm trying not to think about that place.
One of the things that bugged me about my old job was people who called women “girls.” I’m trying not to think about that place.

The battle will be won with words.

The battle will be won with words.

It will be won with drawings.

It will be won with humor.

It will be won by those who will not let evil and intolerance black mail and threaten them into silence.

Freedom of thought, opinion, words, hearts and humor comes first – always.

I think back of those who have been fighting with the pen, the pencil and the keyboard. They are the ones who allow us to be here on our blogs. They are the ones who allow us to live with free thoughts and the sharing of opinions.

My heart is with those who died in France and their families. My heart breaks for all people who are being killed and imprisoned all over the world for speaking their mind and expressing their thoughts – from reporters to cartoonists to musicians to artists to housewives and teachers.

Evil exists but we will prove Evil wrong. We will write. We will draw. We will laugh. We will express ourselves. We will love. We will have our own ideas. We will be FREE.

There is no God in the universe who believes that we should not have ideas and opinions – otherwise we wouldn’t have brains or hearts.

Je Suis Charlie

Searching for Vampires and Love Letters (and a monkey on your knee)

Weird and somewhat disturbing search terms used to find one of my blogs…Click here for: Searching for Vampires and Love Letters (and a monkey on your knee).

Relationships: The partnership or partnerships – trying to find the road of happiness

Click here for: Relationships: The partnership or partnerships – trying to find the road of happiness.


Thoughtful words on life and love and relationships. A blog worth checking out.



You can tell your story…

My brother Max told me about a guy named S. Harry Zade who had to tell stories. He was good, Harry was. If you aren’t following his blog you should be. I checked it out and found that Max had a guest post telling HIS story. Maybe I am a good influence. Huh. Interesting. Click here or go to the link below for all the dirt, I mean Max’s story. you to The Narrative Imperative and the good folks at the Epiphany Cafe for sharing Max’s story.We all have stories but some of us are story tellers.I always see blog posts and articles and Facebook and other “things” and people asking “Why do you write?”

via Click here for the entire article: You can tell your story….

Are Some Humans Born to Bully? Born to Be Victims? Can It Be Changed?

Great article about bullies and writing and life. Click here for: Are Some Humans Born to Bully? Born to Be Victims? Can It Be Changed?.

Another great blog post from Kristen Lamb.

And remember (these are my words,not from the article above), you might not be able to get rid of bullies, but you can teach yourself and your kids how to NOT be bully bait. Stand up and stand proud. And remember bullies are just a bunch of shit heads.

~ MT



Searching for Vampires and Love Letters (and a monkey on your knee)

Do you ever wonder about those random search terms that lead readers to your blog? Here are a few examples to ones that work and ones that are just plain weird…Click here for: Searching for Vampires and Love Letters (and a monkey on your knee).

A WordPress blogger’s cautionary tale (or “How Sir Like-a-lot got lost in Spam-a-lot”)

Click here for: A WordPress blogger’s cautionary tale (or “How Sir Like-a-lot got lost in Spam-a-lot”).


Good article for WordPress bloggers. Check it out. And this is one of those blogs worth following.

Water Blogged

It was a dark stormy night…and morning. Despite the new roof I discovered my blogging days are numbered. The window in my “office”, which is right in front of my computer is leaking. Leaking is a nice word  – it is gushing and flooding my desk.

My hats off to the nice folks at Dell for making a mouse that can swim. I mopped things up and I’m trying to get a few things done before I move my computer to dryer ground (downstairs) and of course before I get some sort of electrical shock.

My mouse is now sitting on a copy of “Good Night Moon”. I didn’t even realize I had that but it was the first book I grabbed on the shelf next to the built in desk which is under the leaking window.

Where I live storms are big news. Light rain is big news. Streets flood, trees fall, some unfortunate reporter gets sent up to the mountains to stand freezing at Blue Canyon.

And like any writing/blogging idiot I’m blogging/writing. It makes me think of Clark – you know, the creature the kids find in the park in “One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish”. Clark is an exotic looking creature the children find in a giant jar of water and of course they bring him home.

So I’ll ring out towels and start moving my stuff (and more than likely steal a laptop away from my 13 year old).

In the meantime we have skate practice (artistic roller) and other things to do which will require me to go OUTSIDE.

Wishing you all a safe, comfortable and dry Sunday.

~ MT

A need you dare not admit.

It is a dark stormy day…

Don’t worry this isn’t the start of a bad novel, and by the title of this post it isn’t a bad romance, bromance or tale of chocolate covered anything.

It is a link to poetry…STOP RIGHT THERE. Do not go away.

A lot of people claim they don’t like poetry. That is because it was force fed to them in Middle School and High School in the most boring way possible. And it was usually some horrible Victorian dribble about Grecian Urns or some long forgotten battle. Yuck, I mean, what 15 year old wouldn’t fall asleep (and if you were wide awake eating it up don’t worry. I liked the stuff too. But I was the exception.)

Anyway, thanks to the wonders of the Internet thousands, if not millions have discovered poetry. Words and feelings they never imagined. Words of beauty and discovery and hope and faith and longing. Words of horror and humor and fantasy.

And YOU too can write poetry. Just let the words flow.

In the meantime I highly recommend you take a look at the blog posting link I’ve posted below. You’ll be surprised at the variety of the poems featured. You’ll like it. Take my word on that.

CLICK HERE: A Need You Dare Not Admit:

And as always – thank you for visiting West Coast Review.

~ MT