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Sad Songs

A recent study shows that sad music can actually make us feel happy. I totally subscribe to this. I could right now probably think of so many sad songs that I love even if I’m not sad. Of course I also like them when I am sad. What? I’m an emo Pisces sad panda.

Here’s a couple emo lyrics and stuff I’ve been thinking about.

“So when I’m lying in my bed
Thoughts running through my head
And I feel that love is dead
I’m loving angels instead.”


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“I’ve got the eye of the tiger. Fighter. Dancing through the fire. Cause I am the champion and you’re gonna hear me roar. Louder. Louder than the lion. Cause I am the champion and you’re gonna hear me roar.”
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When I want to give up, when I feel like I let her down, she tells me I tried my best. I won’t back down.

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“There ain’t nothing that I wouldn’t do. Go to the ends of the earth for you. I’d go hungry, I’d go black and blue.  To make you feel my love.  .

What sad songs do you love?

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SOS

SOS is the international Morse code distress signal. It doesn’t stand for anything. But it could.

#SOSVenezuela

Today, I took the kids to their first social demonstration as we gathered peacefully with our Venezolano/a friends to bring awareness to the situation in their home country.
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The Venezuelan government censors the media and does not allow a fair judicial system. Crime is high and common goods are in short supply. There have been recent protests further escalating the situation, censorship and violence.
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Obviously, there is a lot more to the situation than my blog can explain, but I wanted to stand with our friends to show our support as they fight for democracy in their country.
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The peaceful protest was organized by our friend Ana María. Here she is speaking with the local media.
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Cyan was most interested in eating plantains, climbing the stairs and counting the cars that honked.
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“Quienes somos? ¡Venezuela! ¿Que queremos? ¡Libertad!”

Sun’s Out Saturday or Save Our Ship

To continue SOS, we went on a bike ride. The sun was out and it was beautiful so we decided to take the new double bike trailer for a spin.
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The Armenta Armada parked near the bosque at Coors and Montano. Since my bike was already set up, I had the honor? of hauling the 56+ lbs. of precious cargo.
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It was a heavy load, but worth it. My crew crossed the river and headed into the Valley when all of a sudden POP! I assumed it was a car backfiring. Wrong. One of my trailer tires blew. Boo. So on her maiden voyage, ol’ girl went down. I think I’ll name her Titanic.
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Ok we didn’t sink. We decided to press on to Columbus Park. The park of my childhood. From there, Allan and Meghann rode back to get the rescue vehicles while I parked Titanic and played with the kids.
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On a pirate ship playground!
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We captured a crocodile!
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And swung through the mangroves.

Cyan made a friend.
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We searched for buried treasure after we found the treasure map.
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And discovered a desert island.
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Eventually we were rescued by Captain Hook and Mr. Smee.
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SOS!

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Just for Funsies

Lovebirds + Baby Birds

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Reenactment of Knocked Up
“You old, she pregnant. Can’t have a bunch of old pregnant bitches running around. ”

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My Wing Men

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Albuquerque Skies

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Danny and Danny Jr. Fixin’ Cars

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Gratis Grey Goose Bottle Service
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Wandering Around a Casino at 2 am
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Funny Questions Turbo Tax Asks
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Atticus Wandering Around Civic Plaza or A Young Jesse Pinkman
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Atticus Visiting Grandma PC and Looking Over His City
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Annual President’s Day Post Facial Selfie
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Rockstar
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I Could Not Ask For More

When I was a kid, my parents would let me sleep in their bed once in a while. I had this habit of throwing a leg over anyone I was next to in an almost full body hug.

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Last night Atticus was restless and kicked me over and over. Tonight Cyan is sleeping on top of me and my arm is hanging off the bed. The dogs try to cuddle too. Now I know why my parents let me throw my leg over.

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I could not ask for more.

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When I Grow Up I Wanna Be In HR

Today is my ten year anniversary working at T-Mobile in Human Resources.  I wrote this post back on MySpace (gasp!) when I was 26! And a lot less seasoned.  I decided to repost it here and add some pictures from along the way. The best part, getting to know so many cool people!

Subject When I Grow Up I Want To Be In HR (at least watch the video)
DateCreated 11/29/2006 9:33:00 AM
PostedDate 11/29/2006 9:21:00 AM
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I was going to go to the gym this morning.  I still might time permitting.

 

I changed my plans because I felt compelled to write a blog about my career.  I promise it will become funnier, but first, I have to set the boring stage.  When most people think of Human Resources, they usually 1) don’t know what it’s really about, 2) think of HR as the organization’s police officers or principal’s office 3) call it Personnel (that one really grinds my gears), or 4) have never even heard of it (this one elicits the blank stares when people ask what you do so you have to qualify it with a short explanation).  In fact, there was an article awhile back called, “Why We Hate HR.”  It pissed off a lot of people I know and the author later clarified and apologized.  Don’t mess with HR buddy.

 

I have been an HR professional for almost 5 years.  Let me say that there is a difference between people who work in HR and HR professionals.  As a professional, I have two degrees in my field, am an active member in a professional association (SHRM), have two professional certifications in my field, know and live by the SHRM Ethical and Professional Standards, and most importantly, am passionate about my profession (being passionate is having strong feelings about something, these can be positive or negative).  So people who work in HR usually show up to work and go home and that’s about it.  HR professionals, we’re a little different.

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How did I get here?  Did I say, “When I grow up, I want to be in HR.”?  Not in so many words.  The funny thing is, some genius caught on to that and made the hilarious video at the bottom, which I’ll discuss later.  So back to me, after all, this is my blog.  Ok, so I didn’t say that or did I?  I think if we look closely enough, we can see that there were many signs leading me to this crazy path.

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Scene:  First grade, Mrs. Russey’s class.  Amanda is chosen to take attendance every day.

Sign:  Early sign of trending absenteeism.

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Scene:  Elementary school age.  Amanda enjoys filling out forms, any forms, forms that mean nothing to her.  Amanda enjoys filling in blanks.

Sign:  Strangely enough, in some sick and twisted way, Amanda still enjoys completing forms.  This was practice for her future.

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Scene:  Elementary school age, summer time at the babysitters.  Much to the other children’s dismay, Amanda creates a schedule each day.  Each minute is accounted for to include snacks and meals, playtime, rest time and school work time.  Amanda assigns school work to each kid (remember, it’s the summer!).

Sign:  An early administrator (this also may shed some light on Amanda’s work as an Adjunct Professor) and an interest in organizational behavior.  And then there’s the bossy know-it-all, oldest child thing.

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Scene:  Elementary school age, front yard.  Amanda’s mom has hired neighborhood boys to work in the yard.  She tells Amanda to ask the boys if they’re using their enthusiasm.  Snotty Amanda doesn’t know what enthusiasm is, but proceeds to ask anyway.  The boys never let her forget this by always asking, “Are you using your enthusiasm?” in the most annoying voice possible.

Sign:  Early signs of performance management.

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Scene:  Fifth grade, Mac Arthur Elementary school.  Amanda is promoted from first grade classroom attendance keeper to doing attendance for the whole school.  This challenging position required Amanda to walk around to each classroom.

Sign:  More tracking of absenteeism and maybe leave of absences?  Either way, a cool way to get out of class for a few minutes.

 

Scene:  Mid school age, Taft Middle School.  Amanda is a Peer Mediator.

Sign:  Early preparation for employee relations issues and investigations.

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Scene:  Eighth grade, Taft Middle School.  Price Club (now known as Costco) holds a mock-job contest for eighth graders.  The contest involves completing a resume and application and interviewing for a position.  The prize is a fun day at Price Club complete with a tour, a real-life name badge, making pizza in their pizza kitchen, and lunch at Garduno’s.  Many will enter, few will win (five including, you guessed it, Amanda).

Sign:  Is it really necessary to explain?  Resume writing, application, interview, etc.

 

Scene:  Senior year, conversation with parents about college.  Amanda’s parents suggest Human Resources.  They explain what it is and say that Amanda is pretty good at working with people and has good organizational skills.  Amanda naively says, “Ok, that sounds good.”

Sign:  Guess Amanda’s parents knew her pretty well, although, you never say you want to do HR because you like working with people (I can’t really explain why here, but if you ask, I’ll tell you) and her organizational skills leave something to be desired.  You can also tell that Amanda knew with conviction that this was it.  In retrospect, she was lucky that HR worked out so well even though she has some other careers in mind.

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Okay back to first person, third sounded pretty cool for the flashbacks.  I started college.  Didn’t like it too much at first and didn’t do too well.  When I finally got into business school, I started to really like it and to do well.  I began taking classes in my major and became involved with SHRM.  I was the shy girl who went to the meeting and said nothing, but kept coming back.  By the next year, I was President.  The funny thing is, as is true in most cases, college does not fully prepare you for really working in the field, and yet, I was still all jazzed about HR without even knowing what it was really like.

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I won’t go into my jobs, which have been two internships and my current job.  Of course, some have provided better experience than others, but I learned something from all of them.  I’ve never stopped being involved with my professional association and have never stopped learning.  There are highs and lows.  I look back at all of the signs that pointed me here and really it was the skills that were developing then that I use now.

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Basic math skills helped prepare me for payroll and compensation issues.  Cashiering in high school helped prepare me for providing good customer service.  Leading two student organizations helped prepare me for facilitating training, leading discussions, leading others, and just speaking in front of large groups.  Most of all, life helped me prepare for critical thinking and problem solving. 

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To be honest, I probably have a lot of work to still do.  That also makes me think about the fact that the average person (nowadays) will change careers a couple times.  What will I do next?  Go back to school, teach more, stay at home, volunteer, or do some other different job?

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For now, I am a Human Resources professional.  It’s certainly not for everyone or even most people, but it’s always interesting.  I didn’t write this to list all of the things I’ve done.  In fact, I’ll be the first to say that there are others who are better and I still have a long way to go.  No one’s perfect right?  I mostly wrote this because these are some things that have been on my mind and I wanted to get them outta there.  Guess, I needed to make some space for new blog ideas.

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With all of that said, I’d like to share one of the most hilarious videos I’ve seen in awhile.  I think this video is especially funny for those of us in HR, but probably anyone can get a chuckle or two out of it.

Enjoy!  And if you’ve actually read this whole thing, thanks.  I appreciate your interest (or time to kill).  To all of my friends, I hope that whatever career you choose, it brings you moments of happiness until you 1) win the lotto and don’t have to work anymore, 2) find a sugar daddy or momma and don’t have to work anymore or 3) decide to become a vagabond and don’t have to work anymore.

 

~amandarenee~

 

P.S.  Should I go to the gym?  Guess I’ll try.  Boo!

P.P.S.  Update:  I went to the gym.

 

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The Greatest Show On Earth

Today we took Cyan to the Shrine Circus.

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We were surprised at how long the show was (two and a half hours including a long intermission). There were lots of acts.

Tiger Tricks

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Motorcycle stunts, amazing aerial acrobats, silly clowns, flying trapeze.
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We snacked on popcorn and cherry Rainbow Snow.

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There were lots of animals. Horses, dogs, a camel, a baby alligator, a snake, a llama, orange and white tigers, and our favorite, the elephants.

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Watching the circus, I couldn’t help but think about Water for Elephants and Madagascar 3. Allan and I wondered how the performers get stated with the circus. At one point, they played the Circus Afro/I Like to Move It Move it remix.
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After the show, we ate at Elephant Bar.

And while this was the greatest show on earth, last night we saw the greatest show off earth. The night was cold and the sky was clear as we looked through Papa’s telescope at Jupiter. We could see two rings and three moons. It was awesome!
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Chile Out

Where I’m from, chile is kind of a big deal. For reals. It’s the state vegetable. Everyone’s all up in arms because all of a sudden Colorado is trying to claim green chile like it’s their gang. Slow your roll Colorado. More about that in a sec.
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What I’m about to tell you is a lot little embarrassing, but it’s my crosseyed bear cross to bear.  My name is Amanda Armenta and I like green chile. I like it. Sometimes. I don’t love it. Brace yourselves. I don’t like red chile.
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Those truths could get me tried for treason around here. Serio. Or at least have my citizenship revoked. Because most people don’t even know New Mexico is a state anyways.
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But there you have it. I’m a native New Mexican that doesn’t love to eat chile. My favorite green chile dish to make and eat is green chile chicken enchiladas. Delicious. I have some in the freezer right now. Calabacitas with green chile is also pretty tasty. But unlike my brethreños, I don’t love green chile on pizza and cheeseburgers. It’s everywhere here. Huevos rancheros. Wine and beer. Albuquerque Turkey.
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And I just don’t like red. I have some theories of how this happened. But that’s not as important right now. So I’m sorry if I’ve failed anyone. What I lack in love for the hot stuff (one theory), I more than make up for in pride for “mi estado popular” to quote Roberto Griego.

Just because I don’t eat chile as much as the next girl, doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate it. I feel that I must fight for my right to chile! First things first. It’s spelled chile. Con una “e”. Not chili. That’s Texas, a whole other country with meat and beans. Gross. More importantly, it’s pronounced “chee-le” and no one pronounces more perfectly than my Nana. She also makes really hot chile.
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It can be con carne or vegetarian. Red is a more mature green. It is how late August and early September smell. When you say let’s go half on a sack, you’re not talking about . Chile is a process. It’s Hatched. It’s roasted. It’s painstakingly peeled. It’s bagged. It’s frozen. It’s defrosted. It burns, so good. It comes in the colors: red, green, and Christmas. It’s hung on people’s porches.
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So Colorado went and made it to the Superbowl. Or Denver rather. And somewhere among all the Richard Sherman hoopla, Colorado tried to claim green chile. Oh no you di-int!
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Let me tell you a little story. One time for New Year’s Eve, Allan and I had dinner at a Mexican restaurant in Durango with a bunch of friends. I asked the waitress if the enchiladas had chile (I usually order it on the side or not at all). She said no. My enchiladas had red chile on them. When I asked again she said, that’s not chile, that’s enchilada sauce. WTW?! Who ever has enchilada sauce? Thanks Colorado.

Don’t get me wrong. There’s a lot to love about Colorful Colorado. And New Mexico doesn’t get as much love. Have you driven up I25? It’s obvious someone made the stateline where it becomes lovely. It’s more populous. Wealthier. Sports teams. Snowcapped Rockies. Known as a state.

So when every restaurant and fast food joint offers green chile, when every citizen had burned their fingers peeling a sack, when your state question is red or green, when chile mascots run the bases at your triple A ball park, then come talk to me about repping green chile. We don’t got a lot, but what we got is good.

The other buzz (pun intended) is the other green stuff, which they, along with Washington, can lay claim to.
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So that’s why we get all crazy.

Spence bro,
Your neighbor down the street

P.S. Go Broncos!

Also check out this piece from the ABQ Journal