Friday, January 30, 2009

Hail to the Weekend

Today could not come quick enough. This week? Long and now over.

Because the office is so quiet, my boss offered to let me take today off. Only a fool would say no. And I am no fool.

I won't be spending the day doing nothing. I've got me an AGENDA. It involves mostly errands and today my daughter goes back to the orthopedist to see if she will be needing a new brace for her scoliosis.

She hasn't had one for six months. The doctor told me not to panic (how does he know me so well?) if we find that the curve in her spine (really two curves) is worse. I hope it's not. I hope she's done with the whole thing. By the end of today we will know.

No big plans for the weekend but there are a few fun things going on, for me.

I've got a couple of good posts kicking around in in my head, it's just taking the time to write them out, that I don't have.

Happy Friday Everyone!

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Not To Continue ...

complaining ... but ....

I just spent a good hour and half, here tonight, balancing the checkbook.

And it was not fun at all.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Part Two

I am still complaining and its TUESDAY. Here's more ...

18. Jumping over each other at bootcamp this morning (for the record I thought it was an incredibly stupid idea) and being the only one to get STEPPED ON.
19. Getting my battery replaced and realizing my man's truck needs a new one TOO.
20. Being told I look tired when I'm not.
21. Night work, two nights in a row.
22. Sitting through a long sucky meeting that ended with a disapproval ANYWAY.
23. A possible snow day tomorrow.
24. Snow + day off - no daycare = I still have pay even though she's with me.
25. I'm awake and it's far too late for me to be awake.
26. I am still not liking this blog format.
27. I don't even like myself right now.

Monday, January 26, 2009

The Kitchen Sink

Prepare for complaining people. In list form ...

1. It's cold out.
2. My car battery is about to die.
3. Why do men not take this seriously. We went out yesterday and I kept hearing "You'll probably get one more start out of it." At what point does that stop? And will I be stranded?
4. I have to work tonight.
5. I have to work tomorrow night too.
6. I do not like the format of my blog.
7. I thought I was ready for change.
8. Clearly I am not.
9. Who knows when I will get a chance to fix it back.
10. Facebook is time consuming.
11. One girl, I thought I remembered, was actually someone else, I only just figured that out, after she posted a good picture of herself.
12. Now I'm confused as to why she's so friendly to me.
13. Whatever.
14. I got a friend request from a boy in High School that I swear hated me and that I thought was the biggest jerk.
15. Do I just move on? Be his friend.
16. It's time for me to go.
17. Stupid work.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

The Sassy MeMe

1. If you could say anything you wanted to say to George Bush, what would you say? Thanks for the try.

2. If you had to be the mother of Britney Spears or Lindsay Lohan, who would you choose and why? Britney Spears. I read Mom's biography and feel I can relate more to that story than I can to Lindsay Lohan's Mom who did that reality TV show. Ugh.

3. You get to be Queen for a day. The kids are all taken care of, and you can spend as much money as you want. What do you do all day? A day of pampering and eating lobster. Lots of lobster.

4. Is there a song that brings tears to your eyes every time you hear it? If so, which one? Angel Eyes by Steelheart. It's "our" song and the lyrics speak how I feel.

5. A fairy taps you on the shoulder and tells you that you can either have a perfect face or a perfect body for the rest of your life. Which do you choose? Perfect body. I prefer the lighter side.

6. If you could live any place in the world and money was no object, where would you live and why? Hawaii. It's beautiful, I love the weather and I am fascinated by the culture.

7. What is your biggest regret in life? I don't have one yet. That's good right?

8. If you could go back and visit one person in your life who is now dead, and ask one question, what would that question be and why would you ask it? I'd ask Don why he got into the car that night and whether he thought it was a bad idea.

9. If you had the choice to age forward (like we are now) or aging backwards (think Benjamin Buttons) which would you choose and why? Age forward. but I haven't seen the movie so that answer could change.

10. What will the epitaph on your headstone say? Here lies Mig, always clean.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Technical Difficulties

This is a test of the emergency broadcast system. In the event of an emergency the beep would be followed by instructions. This is only a test ...

I'm making changes.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Personal Space

I got in line at the Post Office yesterday to mail some stuff (duh!). There were two people in front of me. One was at the window and the other was an elderly gentleman who required holding onto the counter to just stand and wait.

What is it about the Post Office that takes so long? The workers aren't in any sort of a hurry. There are no less than six questions asked about what you are sending and whether you require stamps or materials. The line is always long and heaven help us all if someone has to leave their post to retrieve mail. I don't know here they go, but they are gone for what seems like forever.

So I wait.

When this person comes in behind me. I don't turn but I hear the door. THEN I sense someone standing in my space.

You know what I mean. You don't even have to turn to know that they are standing ENTIRELY too close.


Does getting as close as possible to the person in front of you make the line go any faster? It doesn't. I'm pretty sure.

So now it's the older mans turn. We move forward. Again. This guy (and I know he's a guy, a bald guy, because I peeked) moves forward to.

Except I had barely moved. Then I hear him groan. I am not clairvoyant but I know what he's thinking. It's taking too long. It's like he's "willing" me to inch forward.

I want to give him a karate chop.

I don't even know karate.

Now it's my turn. And here's a surprise, he moves to right behind me. So I take my time. Suddenly I am in no hurry to take my change and my stamps and move out of the way.


Thursday, January 22, 2009

Twenty Minutes

That's how long it takes me to get ready, anytime. While I like to think I am quicker than that, really I am not.

Today, I tried using this new Cover girl Eyeliner. TRIED. After using my face lotion I couldn't open it and no amount of wiping helped. I could not understand what the problem was.

As it turns out ... you have to unscrew the cap. Go figure.

Course my in-vain search for dirt ended with having to resort to used potting soil. While it all worked out ... YESTERDAY I found a bag of it, unfertilized for $1.50. ~bangs head on keyboard~

I've had no work this week, at night, so instead of using my time wisely, I've been majorly goofing off. That's right, I call myself the responsible one. Just not this week, SO FAR. (to be fair there are two days left in the week, really one because tomorrow is FRIDAY)

This week I've been plagued with random coughing fits. And they happen at the worst times. For example, my boss and I were working on my computer, as soon as he came over, cough. cough. cough. gasp. cough. cough.

He asked me if I ate a pillow this morning to make light of the situation. I finally ate a piece of hard candy, to MAKE IT STOP. I know I've got allergies and some post nasal baloney but random fits of dry coughing just draws attention that I don't want.

I might have to resort to keeping Robitussin handy at all times and who wants that?

Alright ... SO ...

In case you didn't notice I did some post switching. I had a post that I wasn't going to publish that I wrote to the First Lady on Tuesday. I actually didn't hit publish because of one line in it. But TODAY I decided that was just stupid and I put it up. I'll leave you hanging as to what I mean but I'm over it now.

Here's to one more day until FRIDAY.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

The New Clean

I cleaned my son's stinky room last night. While I realize, boys and men, are fragrant in their own unique way, I had a hard time telling if it was him. Or the cats that hang out in the room too.

He had to get working on his Science Fair project, which involves three plants and some earthworms. The materials themselves are not easy to find this time of year. I went to several stores in search of dirt and encountered many strange looks. Rock salt is aplenty but plain old potting soil is not. I ended up using some old plant pot dirt, that's how tired I was of trying to find anything that didn't have fertilizer in it.

So while he planted. I cleaned.

Thankfully I didn't find any surprises and it would seem that stripping and washing the bed, sweeping and mopping the hardwood floor did the trick.

I set up a table by on of his windows so the plants can be monitored by him, not me. He came in and set them up, then started choking.

Son: Mom, it smells RANK in here.
Mig: You mean clean?
Son: No, I mean RANK. What did you do?
Mig: I c.l.e.a.n.e.d.
Son: (covers his face with his shirt) I can't stay in here.
Mig: Well heaven forbid there be the smell of Lysol in here.
Son: This is awful (gags).
Mig: Sleep on the couch then.

So there you have it. If you want your children to stay out of their room, just clean it. Who knew.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

To The Mrs.

Today was a huge day in history. I watched it live streaming, on my computer, at work. My boss didn't mind at all. We both listened in on the festivities.

I wondered what is going on in your mind today. What you think of the huge change that your family is about to go through. What its like for the next four, possibly eight, years living in the White House? Living with the history, making history.

Christmas on the grandest scale ever. All the diplomat dinners and fancy balls you will attend. Your wardrobe. Access to make up and clothing you never dreamed of. Fancy things for the girls. A new pet. Staff at your beckon call. Your Mother-In-Law always there.

How you will keep everyone grounded? How will you tactfully deal with your husband, a very powerful man, when the need arises? As the woman of the house, you are the glue that holds the family together, but in the public eye? How will you do your thing?

And when you write that book (you know you will), give us as least a line or two about what it's like, that first night, in your new place, the "private quarters". When it's only you and your husband, not the new President of the United States.

There will be moments that will whip by and there will be times when you wish your life was anywhere but there. You will get through it. Remember we all have been there. (just not on such a grand scale)

I wish you luck, from one mother to another. We will be watching.


Monday, January 19, 2009

In Case You Were Wondering ...

I had to work today.


Shovel the entire driveway.


Sunday, January 18, 2009

Sunday Stealing: The Cannon Fodder MeMe

1. Is there someone you'd like to be kissing right now? Not particularly, I just woke up.

2. When you're being extremely quiet, what does it mean? Me being quiet, is probably not a good thing. I tend to be a chatterbox. But it depends on the situation.

3. What are you listening to right now? The babbling of a two-year old. This should be outlawed on a Sunday morning but what can you do.

4. Are you a big fan of thunderstorms? Not at all. Thanks for asking.

5. Do you believe in perfect? I don't believe in perfect but I have heard myself called that over the years. I'll cut to the chase here and say, it ISN'T true. No one is perfect. You can have perfect moments though.

6. Are you a jealous person? I try not to be, but I totally am.

7. What was the first thing you thought this morning? What time is it?

8. What do you think about when you are falling asleep? The things I'd like to do in my life, places I want to go, things I want to see ... I do that in hopes the anxiety dreams will stay away.

9. Are you satisfied with what you have in life? In the terms of people I surround myself with, absolutely. In terms of money? A big fat no.

10. Do people ever think that you're either older or younger than you actually are? So far everyone I meet, always things I'm younger. I used to hate it, but now I think it's cool.

11. Do you think men truly understand women? Nope. Not from what I've seen.

12. How about women understanding men? Repeat answer at #11.

13. Did anybody ever call you handsome or beautiful? Yes, beautiful. It's very flattering.

14. What is one fact about the last person that called you? A needy friend of mine. Her oldest child has issues and she is extremely protective of him.

15. Other than your current one, what’s the longest relationship you have had? I almost married my High School sweetheart, we had a five year relationship. But once I laid eyes on my husband, all bets were off.

Saturday, January 17, 2009


Yesterday I had the day off. Yesterday I had to force myself to do nothing.

People it was DIFFICULT.

First I had to get everyone out the door. Then I had to come back and sleep. Then it was lunchtime. Then I had to lounge.

Cry me a river right?

The hard part was the do nothing. It goes against every grain in my being. There were errands to run (hello empty refrigerator), that I didn't. There were chores to do (hello dirty house and mountain of laundry), that I didn't.

Instead I caught up on bad TV and read an entire book. While the children were at school and my man was working outside in 0 degree temperatures.

No I don't feel guilty, why do you ask?

Because today it's business as usual.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Change of Heart

This probably will not come as a big surprise to any of you, least of all those who know me.

I am not fond of the police. Granted my dealings with them are not in the best situations often but they have had their chances to come through for me and they have not. It's the same rude coldness I receive that leads me to believe that in order to become a member you must sacrifice your heart.

Let's go back in time shall we (oh it will be brief, I swear).

My first speeding ticket was given to me on my 22nd birthday. I know I deserved it but I only had my cute little black standard five-speed laser a few days when it happened. I cried as he gave it to me, a $200 ticket, and no amount of tears stopped him from being heartless.

I fought it. Went to court and sat before an officer and the magistrate and when the magistrate asked me if I liked policemen and I said no, I think he was surprised by my candid answer. I had a copy of my driving record which I presented. He then asked me what I would do if I were in trouble. My reply was the last thing I would do is call the police.

They threw it out. I was lucky but to be fair, in general I didn't speed. (but buzzed driving was another matter entirely, back then)

Then there was the time I was due with my first baby. My man went to the grocery store with me because I could hardly move. When were done shopping it was pouring outside, so he offered to get the van and I waited under cover. He pulled up and as we put in groceries, a policeman pulled up, got out of his car and began to yell at us. He told my man that if he didn't get back in his car immediately and get out of the fire lane, he would be ticketed. He then sat in his car, in the fire lane, and watched me waddle with my cart, in the rain, over to the van.


Then there was the time my man got into a car accident, right up the street from the house. He called me, after it happened, asked me to come down and get any belongings out of the van before they towed it. I did that, watched my man get loaded up in a stretcher and head off. As I approached the policeman to ask about getting his things, he was already in the van. He had my husbands wallet open and was searching through all the pockets of it. As I stood right in front of him, watching him do this and asking what he was looking for, he stopped, looked right at me and said "you know what I'm looking for." Except there was nothing for him to find.


Then there was the time four police cruisers came to my house for a noise disturbance. I had just gotten home myself so when I went downstairs to greet them, I held out my hand to introduce myself and the police officer wouldn't take it. He immediately and forcefully yelled at me and told me that I needed to make the noise stop. There was no politeness, he didn't care who I was, that I knew the Chief and how I work for the Town. To be fair, they had come earlier but couldn't gain access to the house to speak to anyone.

Then there was the time ... well I could keep going but it's just more of being treated badly, automatically. It causes me a huge amount of anxiety anytime I see them. In school, years ago (oh hush) we were taught that they were good, that you could trust them, that they would understand. No one mentioned that they can be big fat jerks.

Now, this brings us to yesterday. My husband called, not more than five minutes after he left the house. He was pulled over, didn't realize that his license had expired (his birthday was Dec. 9th) and now they were about to tow the truck.

WTF people? He explained that the policeman pulled him over because he failed to stop at a stop sign. I find that incredible hard to believe because the truck is a standard and that stop sign is on a steep hill. But who knows. Personally, if I saw a police car coming on the road I was turning on, I'd of waited before going. Everyone knows the best place for a police car is in FRONT of you, not BEHIND you.

So I go down there. I see the cop. He says nothing to me. My man is just sitting in the truck. Pissed. I ask him not to say anything. He answers he has little to say with an expired license.

I should mention here the state I live in SUCKS. And we are no longer getting any sort of a reminder when your license is about to expire.

We make a deal with the tow truck driver. We pay him $90 in cash (Ugh!) and he drops the truck off in our driveway. I bring my man to work and I take the ticket he got with me.

I have worked in my town for years. As much as I loathe it, I am at the Police Station weekly. It is where you pick up your meeting materials for my night job. I have seen the Chief. He knows me by name, he makes it a point to say hello when he sees me and he also knows my boss. I thought maybe, just maybe, if the planets were in alignment and there wasn't a full moon, I can make this whole thing go away.

When I say my heart was in my throat for the phone call, I'm lying. It was GIGANTIC and felt like sandpaper in my throat as I waited on hold for the Chief's assistant. A gal who is super nice and great to work with. I said my hello's and then she put me through.

I believe at this point I turned no less than six shades of red.

The Chief got on the phone, he said hello and then said "I hope nothing is wrong." I believe at this point I turned two more shades of red and started sweating. I explained what had happened. That the ticket my husband had gotten had no fines on it, but said he needed to report to the court and what did all that mean?

My boss was sitting with me the entire time and by the end of the day yesterday, he was all about teasing me, imitating my tone of voice asking the above question.

Oh the support. Feel the love.

I diligently answered questions about it and he then asked for my number to call me back. I thanked him. Hung up. And just about passed out on the floor.

I didn't have to wait long. Maybe ten minutes. He called back, on an untraceable line, said it was all good. Bring it back to him and keep it between the three of us. (while I do realize that only works if I don't tell anyone, I can't help myself, blogfriends, it was very cool).

I have to say I spent the day yesterday thinking about the Chief and thinking about how fucking lucky I am to do the things I do, to know the people I know and sometimes ... to get a much needed break.

Thursday, January 15, 2009


I think this week has chosen to crawl by ... on it's knees. Today I'll be working in the office with just my boss.

All day long.

To quote, Kate (from John Kate Plus 8) ...

"Today I may very well loose my mind."
Ahh yes.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

I'm Exhausted

So sleep wins.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

You're Not The Boss Of Me

Well it's official. The baby is crazy. She has a fall-down crying fit over a muffin. Only to decide (when I give it to her) that she doesn't want it. Instead she wants something else she can't have, so she can cry about that too.

Have this incident repeat itself every ten seconds, and there is my home life these days.

It makes you question your sanity. Truly.

Tonight I am working at my night job. I have the agenda and know already that its going to be a long meeting by the three hearings already scheduled. Add in a Chairman who is diplomatic to a fault (as in everyone walks right over him, so discussions that should be brief are lengthy) and a member who is an engineer and wants to dissect each and every plan that comes before us ...

.... its a recipe for a "last until midnight" meeting. I. hate. it.

I think the biggest issue I have with the whole thing is the Chairman has bad breath. Not in an "ew, you had onions and garlic way" but in a "what dog butt fungus have you been licking way". If I don't keep my head turned at all times, I'm blasted with nastiness. YES, I keep lots of candy readily available. It doesn't help.

About a month ago the Chairman mentioned having a bad tooth and the eminent removal of it. I thought finally, the solution to minty freshness.

Or not. It has made little difference. I don't get how you can have it THAT bad and not realize. Doesn't anyone use the breathe into your cupped hand test anymore?

(As a side note, I blogged about this, years ago but it was about a VP in my office. When my boss got a hold of my blog I wondered if he ever read that post and I'll admit I was mortified that he might have. WELL, the other day, my boss came to me, after a closed door meeting, and said he let the VP know that his breath was stinky and he thought I should know that he told him that straight up. Leaving little to no question in my mind that HE DID READ IT)


I might have to resort to a clothes pin on my nose. Stay tuned.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Crawling By

I think I may have used my entire family's weight in tissues. Yeah, so laugh all you want ...


Thankfully the faucet, I mean my nose, has finally opted to QUIT IT ALREADY. And before you go suggesting the Afrin nasal spray (glares at JennyJ) instead of having the drying effect I was going for, it went the complete opposite.

No sense in reliving it. It's ovAH now.

Yeah ... so ...

Work is incredibly slow right now, it's that time of year. Compound that by the lack of any phone ringing or mail coming in or anything of any significance happening and you have my day.

DAY! Not week. Day. Monday.

There's only so much news I can read or stories I can listen to before I loose my mind. I'm all about the busy, doing stuff, deadlines, etc. and I am not about idle time (unless I'm blogging or painting my nails is an option).

In a nutshell ... it's going to be a long week.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

The Hardest MeMe Ever

1. What is the bravest thing that you feel you've ever done physically? Giving birth. I will add in without the use of significant drugs. It hurts like heck and you think that you might not survive it.

2. What is the bravest thing that you feel you've ever done emotionally? Same answer. The journey of parenthood is plagued with issues that drain you but it's those same issues that lift you up.

3. What one talent do you wish you had that you don't? Being able to keep calm in a difficult situation. (I tend to loose it)

4. If you had that talent what would you be doing with it? I could handle surprises better instead of looking back and going ... "Well, I could have ..."

5. We all have our reasons for blogging but what would be your ultimate goal for your blog or as a blogger? I use this blog to further my writing skillz. I hope to write a book someday.

6. What advice would you give a new blogger? Do it for yourself and don't write about work. It might cause a problem (ahem.)

7. Who are you three favorite blogs to visit (Yes, you can have ties and name more than three.) Other than the obvious three (Sassy, Amy & JennyJ), I visit these three.
Blackbird, Katiemorton, Kristen.

8. You can trade lives with any one person for a month. Who would it be and why? An astronaut on the space station. I would like to experience weightlessness and see the earth from a different point of view. (ignoring completely how terrified I am of heights.)

9. There's a fire and your family is safe but you have the chance to save any one item from your house. What would it be and why? Assuming the pets are safe too, I'd grab photo albums, they are irreplaceable.

10. You have the chance to go back in time and warn yourself before making a bad choice. What choice would it be and what would you tell yourself? The Astrovan and Ford Explorer we bought used. Both vehicles were plagued with expensive repairs and headaches we could have done with out. I would tell myself to just buy new and skip them altogether.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

I think ...

I might die of a runny nose. Is that possible?

Friday, January 9, 2009

Ten Random Things About Me

Stealing this from supercool Jennyj but making it my own, here are TEN random things about me.

1. I have been watching the TV Series "Firefly" and I am loving it! Thanks to NurseExc for suggesting it during Sunday Stealing. Whooie!

2. In the past thirteen years that I've lived in this house we have had only three postman. The first guy made it so my man got very few of his Penthouse magazines, the second guy would leave a holiday card and within the last few months, a new guy who I know nothing about.

3. I keep a book titled "10,000 Dreams Explained" on the nightstand next to my bed. It's interesting to look up small details in dreams and seeing what it possibly means.

  • Eagle ~ in dreams an eagle signifies domination and supremacy.

  • Chair ~ a chair can indicate that we need a period of rest and recuperation.

  • Fruit ~ suggests creativity. The apple represents a symbol of nourishment and growth to maturity of the intuitive self.

  • Birds ~ represent the vehicles of the soul.

4. There are four different kinds of self-tanning lotion in the cabinet. While I like the idea of being apply to apply a tan in the middle of winter. I am not consistent at using it and then think trying a different product will change that. Geeze.

5. My alarm goes off at 4:45 AM. M-F.

6. I think my size 5 1/2 feet are cute.

7. There is 56,562 miles on my jeep.

8. When I was sixteen I watched "A Clockwork Orange" with a group of guys. They all loved it and I was horrified. It was 90 minutes that I will never get back.

9. My nose will not stop running. I may be insane by bedtime.

10. The end.

Thursday, January 8, 2009


This morning my face felt like someone hit it with a shovel. Let me take that back. It felt like someone scrambled it, cut it up and then hit it with a shovel.

Not fun people. Not fun.

Timing is everything and today I had a regularly scheduled physical. Just a follow up on medication and how it all is working and a vitals check.

I begged for antibiotics. It worked with little effort. (perhaps she could see how my face felt)

I am now two doses in and feeling marginally better. If my teeth would just stop aching that would be terrific. (can you hear me? teeth? hello?)

Today, after work, our office group of five (me and two cranky men, one VP and the big guy) went to the local bar to send off, one cranky pants. His job was temporary, which he knew when we hired him, so there were no hard feelings and who doesn't like drinking beer and eating on work time.

In my case, Mountain Dew. Three of them. It was either that or Pepsi and for us die hard Coca-Cola drinkers, Pepsi is not an equal.

We all ordered pizzas and appetizers and, in general, it was fun. If you like to talk about how many ounces of beer fit into certain sized glasses, football or shop talk.

Its times like that, I wish I had a work girlfriend. Someone who would notice the new mother's ring on my finger or someone who could agree with how freaky it is to have pubic hair that is turning gray.


It IS freaky and wrong on so many levels.

Anyway, I'm glad tomorrow is Friday. Here's to having a normal feeling face, tomorrow. I hope.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Very Little Effort

I am exhausted. What the heck is wrong with me.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Instead of Doing Dishes ...

We just had some serious spaghetti dinner. It was delicious. I even made an attempt at some homemade garlic bread.

Which was a bust, but hey, I tried. It was edible. (note to self: do not attempt to use white sliced bread).

Afterward my youngest went upstairs to wash her hands, my man followed. This leaves me, in the kitchen, BY MYSELF. Probably not for long. But hey, ten minutes? I'll take it.

Today was an interesting day at work. I'm going to throw caution to the wind and talk about it because it involves, oh let's see ... how do I put this ... MY BEING LAID OFF.

~insert coronary here~

My boss is still openly discussing the options with me. It's not permanent, I would still have my benefits and he wants me to get him some numbers for myself and two others in the office before he gives it the green light.

Like it's a good thing. (Read: choke) He might decide against it. Might.

It would probably only be for a few weeks, a month at the most and would just mean an extended vacation. My job is not in jeopardy. I am needed.

But it's scary. The economy scares me and what's happening at work is way to close to what reality could end up being at some point down the road.

On the plus side? There is lots and lots of things I could be doing here.

Monday, January 5, 2009

Was'sup Chuck?

Last night was a very long night ... indeed.

My man? Was ill. And by ill, I mean REALLY ill. He's a big guy and those big guys? Can puke lots and lots (and um, ew).

He was up every fifteen minutes or so.

I was too. It's hard to sleep when you share a room and the only WORKING bathroom is one room away. Up and down. Back and forth. Moan and Groan. Toss and Turn.

It was hard to watch. Even harder to ignore and try and sleep. This morning? I was exhausted. My man finally was able to rest (or maybe he was dead, I couldn't tell). My day had just started with ...

A one hour delay. First day back to school and lots of ice on the roads (as a side note here, so much ice that the jeep LITERALLY slid out of the driveway with me screaming).

Sadly, one hour delay did not mean I could fall back to sleep. Which sucked. Bootcamp started this morning, I missed it ... thinking foolishly that I could ... you know SLEEP. That also sucked but ....

I should know better.

I survived the day and so did my man. He looks like hell but insists he is doing better. (and I am now praying that my two oldest don't get it, since myself and the baby have had a, thankfully, lesser version of it). Only time will tell.

Completely unrelated, did anyone watch Rock of Love Three last night? I think there must be something seriously wrong with me, one was bad, two was bad ... but what does it mean that I am watching three?

I don't want to know. At least I'm not puking over it.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

The New Year MeMe

1. Looking back on 2008, what might your theme song have been? That would be Pink's song "Don't Let Me Get Me", I'm referring to the line .... I'm a hazard to myself.

2. If 2008 was a movie, who would play you? Debra Messing, I think she would be perfect at imitating all the faces I make at everything!

3. What was your greatest gift of 2008? Not to be sappy here .... but .... my two best friends. One of them lives really far away and one of them lives in the next next to mine. I cannot imagine my life without them and they mean the world to me.

4. What is your New Year Resolution, or, what are you committing to this year? My commitment this year is to myself. (for a change) To make time for myself each day, whether it's exercising, reading or doing something I enjoy (yeah, so we will see how long that lasts)

5. If January could be represented by one song, what would it be? I am loving Staind's new album. "Believe". I need it right now.

6. What do you wish for your body in 2009? I'm turning 40 this year (ugh! soon!) So I want to eat better. (hey, I'm holding out high hopes and why isn't SODA healthy?)

7. Name one new thing you would love to try in the New Year. Letterboxing. I have a journal and a stamp but have yet to make the time to go and do it. THIS YEAR!

8. What do you long for 2009 to bring? Resolution. I have been avoiding dealing with the fallout of a friendship that went horribly wrong (and by avoiding, I mean this is year #3) and I would like to move on.

9. If that happened, how would you feel? Relieved? I hope.

10. Where would you love to vacation in 2009 if money were no object? Hawaii. I have always wanted to go with my family.

11. What would you like the theme of 2009 to be? Remember that show the "The Jefferson's", my theme? Movin' on up!

12. If 2009 was a book, and the title was 5 words or less, what might the title be?


Saturday, January 3, 2009

Putting It Off

I am no different from anyone else. Holiday vacation time, spent hanging around. Playing games, reading, lounging and eating.

Now there are only two days left. Two days before school starts back up and the chaos of appointments, regular work weeks and evening meetings commence.


And because I spend all that time off NOT catching up on my evening work. The time has come to pay the piper.

However, cramming it into tomorrow is more appealing than trying to do some of it today. Right?


Friday, January 2, 2009

Bonus Day Off

I'm home today. I sent the baby to daycare. I feel a smidge guilty about that. She did not do anymore puking yesterday. She ate, she played and sometimes she would just lie down.

So the last one isn't normal toddler behavior, she has no fever and she did want to go.

Honestly? I keep waiting for "the call". But so far, nothing.

I'm sitting here, right now, in my bedroom, watching TV and really enjoying myself. I'm sure I will pay for all this leisure time somewhere down the road but right now?

I'm going with it.

I'll report here that I was sleeping soundly when the new year's ball dropped. I woke up yesterday morning and immediately though ... "GOSH I'M LAME"

Oh quit laughing. I was tired.

Can you tell me? If you eat eight tiny snicker's bars should you really have just gone for the regular size one?

I just did my schedule for next week ... and it's business as usual ... NUTSO.

Only one more hour left. I'm wondering if I can squeeze in a nap. Just kidding!

Thursday, January 1, 2009


I'm writing to you from the couch today. There is nothing like ringing in the new year with a barfing baby. That's right. Barfing. Baby.

The men of the house are sympathy pukers therefore they are useless when it comes to sitting with her. The dry heaves alone send them running. Don't worry. I have them doing other things.

Like taking out trash or the dog.

Thankfully it appears to have past and, as an added bonus, the baby's favorite blanket finally got it's much needed washing. So there is that.

She just begged for popcorn and I relented. I hope I don't regret that ...