One third of the summer is already over (that is if you live on a school calendar as I have for the last twenty six years). But, I will soon be on "Laney Time" with only six more workdays until..."free at last, free at last, thank God Almighty, I'll be free at last!"
As an accountant, tomorrow will be my last month end and fiscal year end closing. Yay, yay, yay! I do not like them, do I don't. I will not miss them, no I won't. Seriously though, I will miss the ladies I have worked with for so many years.
This blog is dedicated to a special friend, who is more like a little sister than a co-worker. If not by blood, she is truly a sister of the heart. As Dorothy says to Scarecrow, "I think I'll miss you most of all"! We've shared laughter and tears. She cried along with me through my mother's long illness, the death of both of my parents, and celebrated with me when both sons married, and at the birth of all three of my grandchildren.
Because of her, I now love flashy jewelry, fun purses, and animal prints, and I wouldn't be caught dead without makeup. Although at 50+, she hasn't yet talked me into a big, 80's hairdo, platform shoes, or lipstick that lasts all day!
At the top of my list of fun memories with her is the Josh Groban concert in Raleigh, and screaming like groupies at the Celtic Thunder Concert in Charlotte. Of course, I can't forget her pushing me at breakneck speed in my wheelchair through Old Time Pottery, or singing to the tops of our lungs to David Phelps' "End of the Beginning" and others, more than once.
We share a love of books, old movies, and dumb jokes. My favorite is "the Frayed Knot". She has dubbed me the Google Queen and she is the Queen of Window Treatments. I can't ever call them "curtains" again without correcting myself. I'll never forget her rendition of "Cookies in the Cookie Jar" in Alabama-ese or her Tim Conway impression with secretary, Mrs. Wiggins. I promise, people, we do work...hard. But sometimes comic-relief is the only way to make it through the day. And who says accountants have to be boring?
I don't think I've ever met anyone with a bigger heart. We've proven that friendship can transcend generations and age barriers. Thanks, dear friend, for keeping me "young at heart".
Copyright 2011 Laney's Musings
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