A moment of silence please...
If you could all pause for a moment of silence as there was a death in our family today. I came home to find Sweetie had died and gone to bird heaven. Poor Peetie has sat in silence all night. (Sweetie was normally the more active of the two and could always get him going). Now is where I sit her debating... do I get Peetie a new Sweetie or does he stay a widower? I think if I were to pass away, I would want my DH to have someone to take care of him. He had just better wait at least 10 years and she better not be nicer, prettier or skinnier than me or I will haunt him. Oops, sorry back to Peetie and Sweetie. Does anyone know the proper mourning period for a parakeet? 
Sweetie is on the upper perch and Peetie is on the lower perch
Sweetie joined Peetie on the lower perch for a little kiss
Goodbye dear little bird...Rest in Peace!
Sweet Dreams to all...
Lately, I have ranted and raved (kept it G rated as best as possible), whined and complained. However, tonight, I will not do that. No, tonight, I sit here in the quiet reading and commenting on my favorite blogs and preparing my own post. (It is quiet as our company is gone, Doodlebug is tucked in her bed and DH & the Teenager are watching television.) I have been talking to a few people lately about how much I enjoy my quiet time doing this and how reading a blog is like a good book and each post being a new chapter. Only its better, as the characters are real and you feel you get to know them. I look forward to my little Bloglines Icon telling me that some of my favorites have a new post.
I just started participating in the Stuff Portrait Friday last week and than was reading a blog yesterday and found that there are now tag games and Monday games to play. I commented that I was never going to get any housework done again and received a comment reply that these were totally voluntary. I read this and thought Crayonz, how could you say such a thing to me, I thought you knew me better than that by now? Apparently, you have not read this
post or you would know that I am totally addicted and that I have a bit of an OCD personality which does not allow me to stop on such a great adventure.
I just had to stop for a few minutes as Doodlebug was crying. When I went to her, she was still sound asleep, but crying. I held her and soothed her until she was peaceful once more. The same thing also happened one evening last week. I don’t remember this happening with the Teenager, but is have been a long time since he was this little. I know infants dream, but can they have bad dreams? What could a 5 month old possibly know that could be so terrible that it would make them cry in their sleep? From now on, I am going to make sure I give her an extra kiss and sweet dreams to ward away all bad thoughts.
Back to my prior comments, Crayonz was also trying to figure out how many of us there are and she was guessing 3. Crayonz, you are right, there are 3 (did the Middle Child thing give it away?) but in 2 different ways.
In the first way, there are 3 of us and I am the poor abused middle child while
Easily Amused is the Spoiled Baby. I started telling my baby sis about my blog and she started reading it and then set one up for herself. Our older sister does not blog and we have not mentioned our blogs to her, as I am sure one of us will be blogging about her at some point. LOL
The second way that there are3 of us, is in the blog world. This is as our niece
On the Go has joined us in our blogging journey. NOTE: Her post of today was not PG13 rated, it was more like R rated due to language, so beware when visiting her site. (I am still in shock over it)
Here’s to hoping all my friends in the blog world have sweet dreams tonight.
Is it Tuesday yet?
I had a few thoughts the other day and decided they would make a great blog post and decided I would post them on Sunday. Then came the house cleaning or lack thereof that I had to post on Sunday. I decided not a problem I will post my thoughts on Monday. Yeah right, what was I thinking? MONDAY!!! Anymore, the word itself just scares me.
Yes, today was Monday and I have almost lived through it. Today started out like any other typical day and then I got out of bed. This is when it all started happening. I am really bad about getting my clothes together the night before, so as I am in the shower, I'm thinking about what I want to wear, keeping in mind that I may or may not have a client appointment today and I have an 8:00 meeting. I decide on my Blue 2 Piece Pants Set. It is lightweight (as the humidity in Missouri will kill you the moment you step outside) and professional looking yet comfortable. So I go down to the basement from the 2nd floor to retrieve the clothes and notice they have to be steamed ironed. I go back upstairs and plug in the steamer. I am steaming the pants and when I start to steam the inside of the leg, I notice there is a hole in the crotch area. Now, this is not a quick stitch it up kind of a hole, it is a material frayed never to be worn again hole. HUH!!! What happened, I just wore these a few weeks ago? I don't have devil moths nor any other type of cloth eating insects in my home. Also, I have not noticed, nor has any family member or close friend mentioned any officious aroma coming from that area of my body that would cause cloth to disintegrate. Apparently, hand wash in cold and line dry means don't go anywhere near water or detergent. As up to know, I have dry cleaned only, however, I got a spot on it (really it was Doodlebug urp, which dry cleaning will not fix) and I had to actually wash them. Not only did they decide to fall apart, but they left a nice bluish purple residue on my new khaki capris. Aargh! So, what am I to wear now??? I go back down to the basement to retrieve another suit and bring it up, oh goody; it needs to be steamed as well. What ever happened to wash and wear???
In between all of this, I have to stop to dry my hair, as it is starting to dry on it's own and I will look like a clown freak if I don't pull some of the flip, curl and frizz out of it that the wonderful Midwest Humidity puts in it.
I also stop to look at my cell phone as it is beeping. I have a text msg from BPT noting that she brought in Chicken Salad for us to eat, but forgot the buns, if I could stop on my way in and get them. HELLO... Its 7:00 and I am having clothing and hair issues here and you want me to stop and get buns???
So rush to finish getting ready, leave for work and stop to get buns. As stated in previous posts, if I have to go by the store on my way in, it puts my off my regular route and I have to cross the railroad tracks. Yup, you get a Gold Star as I did indeed get stopped by a train. Actually, not 1 train, but 2 trains as there was one going each way. Not only were the trains going by, but 1 of them stopped to do whatever business it needed somewhere down the track.
I fly into the parking garage, run into the building and make it to my desk at 8:02. I toss my purse and briefcase, grab my paperwork and head off to my meeting all the while taking deep breaths. The person I am trying to help with these meetings then stops me and says "Oh, I'm kind of busy this morning and it's really not good for me, can we meet another day"? AAAAAAH.
Back to my desk I go, and start putting everything away from where I dumped it, when I notice I don't have my work cell phone with me. I left it in the car. I go back to the parking garage, retrieve my cell phone and then go back to my desk. It is now officially 8:15, I am hot, tired and miserable and have the rest of the day to look forward to. Good Grief!!!
I must go now, as the bathroom needs to be cleaned tonight before DH's family comes over tomorrow and we all know that bathrooms don't clean themselves and better yet, no male member of this household would clean a bathroom. (I guess I must be the one that doesn't aim well and dribbles down the side of the toilet) UCK!
It's like this because???
At work the other day, a couple of co-workers were talking about how one of their significant others wants them to move in together. The co-worker is not for this and is happy with the current status that they have been together for many years and live very close to each other (on the same block). They like having their space when they want it and feels the other needs it as well.
At first, I thought... Commitment phobia, but now that I have been really thinking about it, I am starting to see the great logic behind it. I love my DH and Teenager and canÂt image life without them, but how nice would it be to have my own space when I want it. Also, there is the thing about the house itself. I cleaned the house last Thursday when I was off work and over the past 4 days have noticed the following items in the living room, family room or kitchen. When I see them, I think to myself... Why exactly is this here? Who left it? And most importantly, Why is it that I am stuck putting it where it belongs or throwing it away?
Here is my list of items...
1) Golf clubs that seem to have taken up residency in my kitchen
2) Bread Twist Tie that once taken off the loaf of bread, remains on the counter. (Mama Duck, do you need me to send you these for making your racer back bras?)
3) Ring off the milk carton. Again, this item remains on the counter until I throw it away. (FYI, the trash can is next to the counter where the bread ties and rings are left. Silly me, I guess it's the fact that they must step on the pedal to open the can.)
4) Golf Guide CD Rom on the candle pedestal in the family room. (Note: The computer is required to use this disk and it is on another floor of the house.)
5) Clothes that have been washed and dried, but not put away are still on the couch. (Yes, my family is happy to live out of a clothes basket if it means never having to actually put clothing items away.)
6) Toothpicks on the end table in the family room. 7)A computer is sitting in the floor of the living room. (The teenager brought it home from his uncle's for the g/f. Upon arrival home with computer, he asks if he can go see g/f and Doodlebug and will take the computer. He leaves 5 minutes later and said computer is still on my living room floor.)
Ok, now here comes my soapbox for today. I work full time outside of the house and so does my DH. So, why is it my job to clean house, grocery shop and cook? Who made up this rule???
As I stated earlier, last Thursday when I was home from work, I cleaned the house and now it needs to be cleaned again. I mentioned to DH when we were out today that WE needed to clean house tonight and he agreed that we would. When I got home, I had to go upstairs and do a few things and when I came back down to start cleaning, he was lounging on the couch playing a video game. I proceeded to turn on all of the overhead lights and started dusting and cleaning all glass items. I mentioned that the laundry (he does most of the washing, but I end up folding and putting away) needed to be taken upstairs and be put away. He then got up, took up the laundry and says don't turn that off, I'm coming back to play. Does he remember the clean the house thing??? When he gets back, I can tell he is getting annoyed as I am cleaning the television and the entertainment center and am getting in the way of his video game, so I mention… “You know, you could dust the upstairs” and then when he didn’t attempt to move followed it up with “Oh, I forgot apparently I’m the only one who lives in this house.”
Did I mention why the house needed to be cleaned again? It’s because DH’s father and his family will be coming in town tomorrow. As he has never been to our house, (we've been married 6 years now) I am sure that he will be stopping by and I wanted to make sure that it was clean. However, I really shouldn’t care what DH’s father thinks… ok that is absolutely another post in itself and I will not go down that road tonight.
Yes, house cleaning is just another reason that significant others and maybe even married couples should have separate homes.
Revelations of today
First let me start by saying DUH!!!
It is to myself that I am saying this. The reason is that I keep saying how the full moon is my easiest day and the rest are my hectic or traumatic days. Well, my little sis tells me that she found out something today. I ask what it is that she found out and she stated that my Zodiac Sign is Cancer (I’ve know this fact for most of my life, so I just agreed) and that Cancer is ruled by the Moon (again, I have known this for most of my life, so I just agreed). Then, the light bulb finally went on. Hello, I am ruled by the moon, my good days are when there is a full moon. A major big DUH on my part. At least I know that I’m not just imaging it, it really is true!!! Now we all know and I feel much better. Easily Amused, thank you for pointing out the obvious to me, as I was busy looking much deeper.
Ok, for my second revelation, I always read the Today area of Yahoo News to see what is happening in the world. Today there was a story posted with the following headline: Is Your Boss a Psychopath? Let me tell you, this story immediately caught my attention and I started to read. There was even a quiz you could take. Yes, of course I took the quiz. The scoring results looked like this: If your boss scores
1-4 Be frustrated 5-7 Be cautious 8-12 Be afraid 13-16 Be very afraid
My boss score was 14. I guess I am going to have to change what I call my boss from BPT to PBPT.
If anyone else takes the quiz, please let me know how you scored as I would love to know. Not to mention that misery loves company. HA
With Love to my Lil Sis
OK, this is just a quick post to tell Easily Amused that I am sorry. We were talking about having our DHs take us out for dinner last night and I totally forgot to mention the shoes. (If I told you everything, would there be a point to you reading my blog? Hmmm) You know I get easily distracted and can think of nothing else except food when I am starving... yes, even shoes leave my mind.
So for you little sis, here are my new shoes. (The pics aren't so great, they look better in person)
Do you feel better now? I hope so. : )
Stuff Portrait Friday
I decided to join in on Stuff Portrait Friday. I saw this on Mama Duck’ blog (The Kept Woman) which referred me to Miss Katy at
The Grass isn't Greener.
Here is my favorite summer gear, my Sunglass Capri’s (this is my first venture away from the conservative side) and my Pink Rainbow Striped Sandals (these were a must have that I checked weekly for to go on sale and finally realized it was never going to happen and just bought them.)
No comments needed on my Casper the Friendly Ghost legs.
HAPPY FRIDAY!
Whew, I made it though the week!
Where do I begin tonight??? I have had such a busy week that I realized I haven't posted on my blog since Tuesday. Shame on me, but I have kept up on reading all of yours, but possibly didn’t post a comment due to tiredness and a lack of time.
First of all, let me state that I was right about the lack of luck in my life/bad karma. In looking at the week, I have come to the realization that the only day which was actually quite and peaceful for me was Wednesday. And guess what, Wednesday was a FULL MOON. While this was a crazy day for the rest of the world, I sailed right through it.
The good news is... I took off work on Thursday for the alarm tech (see post on 6/20). The bad news is... I forgot to forward my desk phone to voicemail. What happens is that any internal calls to my desk immediately roll to my cell phone. I know what you’re saying; I should have just not answered the cell phone. Unfortunately, my OCD do gooder (Spell check wants me to change this to goober… HA) personality will not allow me to do that knowing that someone out there needs help. Most of the calls were relatively easy to answer over the phone, but there is always 1 that spoils it. I won't even go into details as it was absolutely insane the way people call you for help and then start yelling at you when you are trying to help them. (By the way, the reason they called me is that BPT gave them a little info but wouldn't actually go through it all with them. Figures!)
The other good news was that the teenager's g/f called late Wed Night and asked that since I was off work, would I mind watching Doodlebug. This is never a problem for me to have her. Here is where the bad news comes in. I have still been having problems getting a good night’s sleep. No, this is not due to the 5 month old; it is due to the teenager and DH. I decided that I could stay up late on Wed and sleep in until at least 8:00 on Thurs. First of all, DH fell asleep on the couch again, but he did make sure to set his alarm for 6:00 am! Not starting out to be a happy day. Then, the teenager goes to leave at 6:45 to go get Doodlebug. Wait a minute nobody mentioned that she was coming that early. So much for my thoughts of sleeping.
Today was also a crazy run around kind of a day. I spent over 20 minutes on a printer problem that BPT dumped on me and then it turned out to be something she could log in as admin and do from her desk. I am getting a cool new tool to use at work… I am getting a Logitech io Personal Digital Pen. Now mind you, I am only getting this as it was ordered for someone else and after a year, they have come back and said they didn’t like using it. I’ll take it anyway I can get it!
I will end this with a happy thought… I bought 2 new pairs of shoes today at lunch and even better yet, both were on sale for 50% off!!! WOO HOO : )
The underdog comes out on top today
Just got home a little while ago, as Lil Sis and I went to get pedicures and manicures tonight then went out to dinner. We both look and feel so pretty now. LOL
I needed this as after all, yesterday was Monday and now today, I only had a couple of things to whine about, but it was just too soon after yesterday.
First of all, BPT got a call from someone having problems and sent me to help them. All the while knowing their machine also had to be cleaned up as I pointed out last week that in walking by, I noticed it had strange pop- ups occurring on it. At that time, BPT told me she was aware of it and was going to take care of it. Well, as it still hadn't been done, she told me to go ahead and do it now. While doing this, I get a call from someone regarding a corrupt file, they had actually received this same error last week when trying to access the same document. Knowing my limitations, I told them they needed to call the new girl (NG), or BPT and gave her both phone #'s. About 10 minutes later, I have to call BPT about something I was doing and she says, oh by the way can you go see so and so, they called me and they are having a problem. (Hello... I am still working on the last person that called you and you were supposed to fix last week) OK, I didn't say this, but I did tell her that the person had called me first and that I asked them to call her or the NG. She wasn't happy with this answer, but she said ok, she would take care of it. (Marebear, you know the tone and voice I got on this one) SCORE 1 for the underdog!
Then, we are coming back from lunch and telling the NG about some of the places around to eat, when BPT says, I am dying for Bread Co, I haven't been there in a long time. I stated from the back seat, that I was just there last week and she didn't want it. She fires back... you didn't ask me. That is when I stated, I was there the day you couldn't leave and called me to bring back lunch for you and you told me you didn't want it, you wanted me to go somewhere else. Then I got the... well, I had really been in the mood for a hot ham and cheese sandwich. SCORE 2 for the underdog!
I will have to be on my best behavior tomorrow, I am afraid of the retribution if I actually score 3.
Now, I have a question - are people really as dumb as they seem? I am amazed that some people can actually get out of bed, get dressed and make it to work each day. My case in point today was the machine I was cleaning up... it had major spyware, adware, search engine toolbars had been downloaded, games had been downloaded, shopping assist had been download and the homepage for the website had been changed. After cleaning up the machine, the person tells me that things are missing that they use to have. (DUH) However, what they were referring to, aren't the programs or toolbars that I deleted. They stated they have no idea how these items got there. (PLEASE) They kept clicking on the internet and stating the information they sent themselves from home was missing. I questioned... if you sent this from home, would it not have been an email? They said yes, they sent themselves an email, but it was out here and they were pointing to their internet page history. They also stated that their homepage looks different, I expl this is what it was, they stated no, it is blank when I go out to the internet. OK, I GIVE UP!!! (Marebear, they also stated that they told normal.dot about the pop-ups before she left and she told them just to click on continue.)
It just keeps getting better....
As you all know, I really do not like Mondays. Actually, I think that they don't like me and today was another perfect example.
1) I totally forgot that today was a bonus casual day and I could have dressed in jeans or capris. Instead, I wore black dress pants, a black and white shirt and black heels.
2) BPT called me in the car this morning on my way to work... will explain this further down in the post.
3) Due to BPT calling me, I arrived at work with only a few minutes to spare (7:55) and unfortunately, had a meeting scheduled at 8:00 and I needed to print off the work I had done from home over the weekend and had emailed to myself. The attachment was blank!!!
4) Apparently, I was not the only one with this problem. Within the first 4 minutes of my day, had received 2 other phone calls and an email regarding this. Luckily for me, this was something I couldn't fix and was able to pass it on to the new guy.
HAPPY MONDAY MORNING!!!
5) When going to lunch today, a group of us got onto the elevator, it started to go down and then jumped and just stopped. We had to use the emergency phone to get them to remotely open the doors and get us off the elevator.
6) The reason it was a casual day is that the building mgr was having a BBQ lunch for the entire building today. So, by the time we got off the elevator and was able to catch another one, the line was very long and we had to wait forever. Did I mention that the lunch was a BBQ which is held outside in the middle of a grassy area on the complex and that the temperatures were in the upper 80's and there wasn't any shade??? Remember what I was wearing??? So there I was, walking across the grassy area in my heals and then sitting outside eating in hot humid weather with the sun beating down on me. (The benches were so hot, that you felt like your behind was on fire... talk about hot buns. HA)
7) So, I finally cool off and think the rest of the day should go smooth when my cell phone rings. It's my alarm company telling me that my burglar alarm is suddenly going off due to a breach of the front door and they have dispatched the police. The teenager is supposed to be home sleeping... call the house, no answer; call his cell, no answer. Leave work in a panic and drive home as quickly as I can. In the meantime, the teenager actually wakes up, hears the alarm, shuts it off and calls me. He states that he hadn't activated the alarm before he took a nap and that the front door is shut and locked and therefore, the alarm had no reason to go off. I quickly call the alarm co back to stop the dispatch of the police (they charge a fee if they come out on a false alarm) they want my security code... after several seconds of uhh, ummm and other noises, I finally remember it and they tell me they will see if they can stop the police. Upon arriving home, I find all is safe and sound just as the teenager said, however, the control panel for the alarm is blinking. Call alarm company back and report. They have me reset the panel again and tell me that it couldn't have possibly gone off if not activated. Well, guess what... IT DID!!! I then talk to service and they tell me, that this does happen occasionally and when was the last time I had my system serviced? When it was installed 3 or 4 years ago. Apparently, you are actually supposed to call them each year and have them service your alarm system.... what, punching in the code and off or on is a big toll on it? So now, I will be taking a day of vacation this week to have my alarm system serviced... oh joy!
And all of this before 2:30 in the afternoon. Monday's should be illegal!!!
I realize that I have no luck with customer service . (As Marebear kindly pointed out last week, she and I wear signs that say "Please assist me if you deliver exceptionally bad customer service.") Apparently, that is not all my sign says. It also must say... "please call me and ask me to go out of my way for you as I live for this."
Case in point, when BPT called me this morning, it was because she needed a needle and thread as she had pulled a thread on her pants and created a small hole in a seam. So, here I am driving out of my way to Walgreens to get a needle and thread. Of course, the Walgreens I was closest to, wasn't open 24 hours and I then had to backtrack several more blocks to go to a grocery store. Now this in itself isn't that big of a deal, except last week, I was out to lunch with Lumpy when my cell rang and it was BPT. She was wanting to know if I was out to lunch and would bring something back for her she couldn't leave as they might need her in a meeting. I told her not a problem (I know my mistake), but here is were it gets good. She doesn't want something from where I am at (she normally likes the food there and doesn't have a problem with it), she wants me to drive to another place to pick up her lunch. Is it me, or is this just a little too much???
Well, this is all I can handle for one day so I am going to leave you now, go to bed so that I can put an end to this Monday!
Happy Father's Day...
This post is dedicated to my Dad. I first want to start by saying… Dad, I Love You and I Miss You!!!
My dad passed away 2 ½ years ago at the age of 71. However, not a day goes by that I don’t think of him. 
Picture of me on my Dad's lap when I was 1 1/2 years oldA little bit about the type of man my father was:
He was a very hard working man (he actually worked that day and then died in the wee hours of the morning).
He was caring and would give you the shirt off his back. (Many times my father would give $ to my sisters or I when we needed it for something during our teen and early adult years. Years later, when having a talk, it came out that he would then go without lunch that week as he had given us all the $ he had.)
He was also a stubborn man in some ways in that he didn’t like doctors or hospitals and didn’t go unless absolutely forced. 2 men had to carry him out of the house and take him to the hospital when he had his first heart attack. (I know Dad; it was just a little case of mild indigestion.)
Dad didn’t believe in arguing and fighting, he thought all things could be worked out in a normal tone of voice.
He was always there when you needed him. Whether it was a bent rim on a bike or a place to stay, he was there for you.
His philosophy was to wake up happy and sing a song. (Looking at this as an adult I totally agree, when I was a teenager, it used to drive me nuts that he was so happy in the AM and I just wanted to sleep.)
A walk down memory lane or in my dad’s case, it is more of a walk down the tracks. (He used to go on walks with myself, my sisters and then the teenager and my nephew when we all were little. He would walk us down the block and then up the railroad tracks and back down them.)
When I was growing up, the things I remember about him most are:
The hat he used to wear
His house shoes
The smell of his Old Spice Aftershave (this is the only aftershave he ever used. When the teenager was little, he and Dad used to call it foo foo juice)
The smell of half & half tobacco and the red and green metal can it used to come in (he quit smoking when he had his first heart attack).
His hands… they were hard and rough, yet tender and strong. You would always see a telltale sign of grease under his nails no matter how much he scrubbed them.
Some of my most special memories are:
Walking one evening through deep snow to retrieve his car as the snowstorm was so bad, he had to abandon it and walk home from work. The walk was cold and somewhat long, but I insisted on going with him as I didn’t want him out there alone. Never then did I realize how much I actually held him back and how much harder I made the journey for him. But, being the person he was, he took me anyway and carried me thought the areas that were too deep for me to walk and up the steep hill we had to climb.
Getting my picture taken with Santa. One year, I so wanted to get my picture taken on Santa’s lap and got all dressed up, but my Mom said that I was too old and only my little sister was going to get her picture taken. Needless to say, I was devastated, until Dad saved the day. He said I could get my picture taken if I wanted to and so I did. It was actually the last time I ever did and without even looking at the picture, I can see my head as if it just happened.
Helping him clean his tools after he would work on a car at home. Each tool had to be wiped off with a red shop towel and put back in its place in the toolbox.
Church on Sunday evenings - When I was younger, I loved to go to church, and my father would drive me there and stay for the Sunday evening service. There are two things that vividly stick in my mind. The first story that comes to mind is that while sitting in the pew at church, my father suddenly, leaned and whispered to me that he had forgotten to change his shoes and was still wearing his house slippers. We smiled and smirked quietly and then ran out of church as soon as it was over so that we would not get stopped and somebody notice. My second memory is that we had been out of town for the weekend and were coming back on a Sunday Evening, we were running late getting back and I was to be in a play at church that night. My dad dropped everyone off at home and whisked me to church, just barely making it. I am sure he was tired from traveling and wanted to relax before going to work the next day, but not only did he get me there, but he stayed and watched me.
Squirrel Hunting was one of the few passions my father had. He loved nothing more than to get up early before dawn and be on a ridge somewhere hunting squirrels. He took me with him a few times, I didn’t see what he got out of sitting perfectly still and being quiet, but to be with him, it was worth it. I also remember helping to skin the squirrels (I would never gut them like my older sis did) and fighting over who got the tail. (If I was asked today to skin a squirrel or if I wanted to hold a squirrel tail, I know my face would distort into a look of pain and disgust and I would never do it. Strange what you will do as a kid that you won’t do as an adult.)
Breakfast before school – My sophomore and junior year of high school, my dad used to drive me to school on his way to work. However, first we would stop and have breakfast. I used to get either toast with jelly, a fruit cup or pancakes. On the days I would order pancakes, I would have to guard my food. Not because my dad would eat it… noooo, my dad loved to take his finger and poke it in the middle of my freshly served stack of pancakes. Ok, he actually loved the response he would get from me when he would do this.
Songs and diddies I remember:
My father was always singing something or had some little diddy that he would say. DH is always telling me “that sounds like something your father would say” I smile and swell with pride that he has passed these on to me.
You get a Line, I’ll get a Pole
I’ve got a Gal, she’s a New Yorker
Burning Bridge of Fire
I saw the Light
One of his favorites was…. (insert a name in the blanks) _______, ________ I’ve been thinking how to keep your feet from stinking, soap and water will not do, Oxydol’s the thing for you. My son has grown up hearing this song as well, and now I sing it to Doodlebug.
He would ask any unsuspecting person… how did you cut your finger, burn it? And the person would actually look at their finger.
Living in a house with 3 daughters, he rarely got to answer the phone, but sometimes, he would beat us to it. His standard lines were…
Harry’s morgue, you stab ‘em, we slab ‘em; Harry’s pool hall, 8 ball speaking; Or, better yet, if a friend would ask if you are home he would say yes and then hang up. When questioned, he would say that they wanted to know if you were home, they didn’t ask to speak to you. Luckily, my friends knew my father and his phone techniques weren’t a problem… at least until I started dating.
If you ever needed a laugh, Dad was the one person who could always make you laugh. I have so many more stories and memories that I could tell, but I will save them for now to share another time.
Happy Father’s Day Dad!!!
Love,
Sam (what he called me when I was little), George (what he called DH), Lil’ Buddy (the teenager) and Doodlebug (even though she never got to meet you, she knows all about you.)
X versus Y
I sit here with my friend Jose and think… Men really have the life compared to Women.
So, I have decided to point out my thoughts on this with the list below (as you know, I can’t resist a good list)
We have the obvious reasons:
Now for the reasons that aren’t talked about, or most of us don’t even think about:
- The Grocery Store. I don’t know about the rest of you, but my DH does not go with me very often. When he does go with me, he stops when we reach the magazines and I end up finishing all of the shopping by myself. Not to mention that I have to put away all of the groceries when we get home. Also, if my DH stops by the store, he picks up only what we need for that night and any snacks that he may want.
- After the grocery store, there is the cleaning out of the refrigerator. When my DH cleans out the fridge, he will throw away anything that is in a Styrofoam container. That’s it, that’s all. He never opens the veggie bin and doesn’t dare open any bowls for fear that science experiments may have started in them. Wipe out the refrigerator with a wet soapy rag… what is this?
- Speaking of cleaning, when was the last time you saw men cleaning any of the following
o Puke from themselves or another individual
o The shower/tub including the shower curtain or doors
o The dreaded TOILET… yes, ladies they are the ones with the bad aims, but we are the ones that have to clean up their spillage.
- Enough about cleaning as I could go on for quite some time in that area, let’s talk clothes…
o The cost of Men’s clothes is much more economical than women’s
o Men can wear the same suit with a different shirt and no one notices
o Men can always wear a pair of Dockers and a Polo Shirt and look semi dressy to fit in at most places… we are either casual or dressy, no in between.
o Bras and Granny Panties – There is so much to be said on these, but I will not go there… I will say no more on these items.
- Weight… yes, I know this is a private issue and women do not like to talk about it, but we do. We all take good looks at ourselves and discuss how we feel about our size. If this conversation is not with a friend, it is at least with ourselves. Men do not care… nor do they have to. Society does not frown upon heavy weight men the way it does women.
- Then there is the cold factor. Have you ever had to cross your arms when speaking with someone because the temperature was cold? Then we have been taught, if you are having a conversation with someone and their arms are crossed in front of them, it means that they are put off and are disinterested. It must have been a man that came up with that one… NO, it’s because I’m cold and I don’t want you to see my nipples poking out! (Sorry, I needed to get that one out)
So I will now get off of my soapbox, but please if you have anything you would like to add, make sure to comment as I am sure I have missed some very good ones. And always remember… GIRLS RULE, BOYS DROOL! GIRL POWER!
ADDENDUM TO ORIGINAL POST WITH ADDITIONAL ITEMS and the person who thought of it:
KGRAMS - The Recliner. Why is it that the recliner belongs to them and we are expected to vacate it whenever they appear?
EASILY AMUSED - The Remote. Why must men feel they are the "king" of the remote.
On the Go - The Penis Factor (Additional notes are not needed on this one.)
You're never to old to learn a new game
I did it… I actually slept for 5 straight hours! WOOHOO While this is still not enough, it is a great start.
Doodlebug is over tonight and she taught me a new game she learned how to play. I’m not sure what the name of it is, but I call it Oops. Basically, the game consists of her picking up a toy and randomly dropping/flinging it onto the floor and I retrieve it. (She has me trained quite well) Her stamina is amazing, as she can play this game for hours; I however tire out after about 20 or 30 minutes.
She is just full of surprises and is learning all kinds of new things. Not only do we have a new game to play, but she figured out how to blow drool bubbles a week or so ago, now she has figured out how to really blow raspberries. It is soooo cute, and baby drool goes flying everywhere.
Hmmm… We did bubbles last night which created nice soapy areas on the kitchen floor, if I have her do her raspberries in the kitchen, I shouldn’t have to clean the floor, Soap + Water = Clean
I guess this is all for tonight. I had so much that I wanted to blog, but in my sleepy state, I can not remember.
Hope everyone has a great weekend!
The New "Little Mermaid"
I took a 1/2 day off work today to spend some quality time with Doodlebug. As you can see by the picture below, we decided to lay out at the pool. Ok, she really laid in the pool and I knelt by to keep her from going under in 2 inches of water.
Doodlebug's first time in her pool - She has the lounging around part down already.The was the first time she has ever donned a bathing suit and gone swimming. Let me tell you, this was not an easy task. I thought it was hard to get my body stuffed into a swim suit. I forgot how difficult it can be to get a wiggling 5 month old into a form fitting item that has no snaps on the bottom. I am a little sad, everyone keeps looking at her and saying "look at the fat rolls on her legs, they are sooooo cute". Now in all honesty, her legs don't look much different than mine, and no one says that mine are cute. : (As I am ready to fall asleep on my keyboard, I must go... still trying to get to sleep for more than 3 hours straight before someone wakes me. Cross your fingers for me and I just might make it tonight.
Things that just aren't right
Tonight, I have decided to give you a list. Why??? you might ask. Because 1) I am a huge fan of lists. A good list is a great thing and even a bad list can be a good thing. 2) I have seen many things lately that just require a list.My Top 7 Things That Just Aren't Right... (NOTE - this list will probably make you say uhh, ugh and eeewww)#7I was driving to work the other day when I saw a guy in blue jean shorts and knee high tube socks. I didn't know they still made them, but "Easily Amused" told me that yes, they do.#6I was in line at the grocery store the other night (yes, the night I had bad service) when I glanced back at the lady in line behind me. She was at least 275 to 300 lbs and was wearing a white tshirt with the words Drama Queen done in rhinestones. This is fine, except the shirt was very thin and her bra was apparently not doing its job, as she was sagging to the point that her boobs were laying on her stomach. First I was grossed out and then I wanted to laugh, it was like a bad accident that you can't look away from. (Marebear, had you been there, we would have lost it, no doubt about it)#5Dogs sniffing you in that certain area? In my prior dating life, I wouldn't let my husband or any other man near that area for quite some time, so why would I let a dog I just met come up and sniff it?#4While on the subject of dogs, they eat their own or other animals poop. No explanation needed on this one. (I was so tired, I forgot to add that they also lick themselves)#3Walking down the hall at work the other day, I saw a male co-worker going into the men's room with a newspaper. Later I had to help him and had to actually type on his keyboard. I immediately ran and cleaned my hands with anti-bacterial soap when I had finished. (Marebear, stop laughing, you know this is NOT funny.)#2As you all know, I love Doodlebug more than anything in the world. Also, I keep telling DH that in the world of babies, baby boogies, urps and poos are not a big deal and are not the same as bigger kids and adults. This one, I just can't do... when feeding Doodlebug, she has a habit of while drinking her bottle, making room for more. I am sorry, but when her little face turns red, she scrunches it up and starts grunting, I have to take the bottle from her. and the #1 thing that just isn't right...Click Here
http://news.yahoo.com/photos/ss/events/lf/061205nudebikes I found this link on another blog and borrowed it. (Ieatcrayonz, I hope you don't mind) Make sure to check out pictures #3 and #4.Also, a follow up to my sleep deprivation... Didn't get to bed until after 11:30 as I had many things to do (like talk to the teenager as the towels still weren't done). I didn't even get to post on my blog. Woke up at 2:30 with a cramp in my leg. Checked on Doodlebug, flipped her onto her back and went back to bed. Woke up at 4:00 as DH had finally come to bed (he actually didn't wake me this time) and his elbow was in my face and he was half on my pillow. Again, got up to check on Doodlebug, flipped her onto her back and went to bed. I am starting to wonder if I will ever get to sleep for more than 3 hours at a time. So with this, I am off to bed as I just might make it 4 hours tonight without being woken up... oh wait scratch that, the teenager isn't home from work yet.
So this is what happens in the night
OK, it's Tuesday and Tuesdays are always better than Mondays. Right???
Here is how my Monday ended after I left you in blog world. The teenager came home and decided we should talk. Ok, not a problem for me, except the conversation went like this:
TNGR - Mom, my new stereo in my car isn't working right.
Me - Call the store tomorrow and let them know and see if you can bring the car in. I'm, going to bed.
TNGR - But look, it is supposed to be one of their best models. (He shows me the box)
Me - I know, but call the store tomorrow and let them know and see what time you can bring the car in.
TNGR - The radio part works, but CD's don't. When I put a CD in, it just makes a static sound.
Me - Yes, call the store tomorrow and let them know and see what time you can bring the car in. I am really going to bed now.
TNGR - I tried a burnt CD and a regular CD and neither work.
Me - Yes, I hear you, Call the store tomorrow and let them know and see what time you can bring the car in. Good Night! (each word here is stated slowly and exact)
So what do you think he does? 10 minutes later, I am in bed trying to go to sleep when he comes in to talk again.
TNGR - I called my friend so and so who works at another store. He says there is something wrong with the CD player and that I need to take it back in.
Me - Once again, I will tell you... Call the store tomorrow and let them know and see what time you can bring the car in.
I am then left to sleep... YEAH!!! Except what is this, I am woken in the middle of the night by stirring. Oh, it's DH deciding to come to bed at 2:30 in the morning. He finally gets in bed and all is quiet at 3:00am. I am back to dreamworld... but not for long, I wake up several times cold, as DH has decided to steal all the sheet.
I ask you, why is it so hard to get a full nights uninterrupted sleep? Does this happen to anyone else?
So this is how Tuesday starts.... Apparently the teenager thinks that I say things just to hear myself talk. Hence (yes, lil sis I am hencing) the conversation of last night. I told him yesterday that since he was home all day, he needed to do the towels (trying to give DH a break on the laundry as he has been working so hard). Guess what, he never did them. I actually had to use a handtowel to dry my hair.
My and DH's schedules work out for the most part, but in the summer, DH's work schedule changes and he works a lot more hours and has to go in earlier. The problem with this is that we have 1 very small bathroom. His summer getting up and getting ready earlier time happens to be the same time that I am normally getting up and getting ready. As I switch to the early shift next month, there is really only 1 month that we have to deal with this. Depending on how much sleep I got the night before, is how early I can get up and get out. Now knowing this, wouldn't you think people would let me sleep?
I have found the bright side of getting up earlier, is that today I have gotten completely ready, put away Doodlebug's laundry, straightened up the 2nd floor, straightened up the kitchen and was able to blog all by 7:00 AM. I am just soooo tired.
I must go now, work is waiting and I need my caffeine fix. Have a Happy Tuesday!
What it's all about...and then some
I have so many thoughts and ideas tonight, that I can't decide which to blog. So, I have decided to do a little of this and a little of that.
First of all.... if you are reading my blog. WELCOME! My name is KGrams and I started this blog as a friend of mine was moving away (Marebear) and it was a way we could keep in touch. It has now become my therapy. (It's much cheaper than the kind where you go to some old stuffy office to visit some guy with a diploma on the wall and much better advice as it is coming from people who can truly relate. Plus, with the $ I save, I can buy more shoes and have more pedicures!) Please feel free to comment anytime you visit and I will be happy to check out your blog as well.
I have now gotten my lil sis (aka Easily Amused) and my niece (aka On the Go) addicted to blogging. Way to go guys!!!
You will notice that I never use real names. As I explained to DH on my first post, all names have been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty. Here are a few of my acronyms.
DH = Dear Hubby
Teenager = My Teenage Son
Doodlebug/Princess = My granddaughter (currently 5 months old, the teenager is her father)
BPT = my boss (if you know me, you will know what this stands for)
All other names are friends or family members.
Both of the above items are due to blogs that I happened on today and there were asking questions about people not commenting when visiting their blogs and about identities.
I changed the template on my blog again... sorry, but I love the pinks and purples. I will be updating my favs soon too.
OK, enough of that, I have a few things I want to say.
First of all, I am very fortunate that DH doesn't mind doing the laundry and does 95% of it. (Leaves me more time for blogging, pedicures and shoe shopping.) However, he is a night owl and likes to do the laundry after I go to bed. Last night for example, I was very tired, but stayed up until the teenager came home from work and spent some quality time talking to him. I finally got to be around 11:45 pm and then couldn't sleep. I finally fell asleep some time after midnight to be woken at 2am by DH. I asked him what he was doing and he says... putting my clothes away. I ask you, for the love of god, why in the world would anyone in their right mind be putting their clothes away at 2:00 in the blessed morning?!?!?! When I am leaving for work this morning at 7am (you do the math on how much sleep I actually got) I asked him if he was getting up and he states no, I don't have to get up until after 8:00. I then remarked, instead of doing laundry at 2am, you should have come to bed and then you could get up now and do the laundry.... he was already back asleep. Am I asking too much here?
Secondly, I have asked before, but I am going to ask again. Where is customer service??? Once again, I experienced bad service both yesterday and today. Yesterday, I went to the grocery store and the checker starting bagging my groceries and just pushing the bags together on the end of the checkout counter. When she finished bagging them all, she gave me my receipt and started checking out the next person without ever putting my bags in my cart. Now, this is not a self bagging/cart store. This is a full service store that will even push your cart out and put your bags in your veh for you if you ask them to. (I have used this service 1x when I had Doodlebug with me and she needed tending to.) Not only did she not put my bags in my cart, she was slow at checking me out, as once she came across my InTouch Magazine, she started reading the cover of it while running my items over the scanner. I wanted to say Helloooooo wake up and do your job please. Unfortunately, I am not that outspoken. I am more like Meg Ryan in You've Got Mail when she stated that she can never come up with a line to use at the time she needs it. (OK, before you all pull out your DVD, I know she worded it differently, but you get my point.) Then today, BPT, the new guy, the new girl and myself go out to lunch. Our server is sooooo bad that he never brings the mayo one person asked for and he stopped 3 times and stated that he was bringing a soda refill and never did bring it. Then, after he dropped off the check it took him 5 times to pass by before he ever picked it up. I know it was lunch time and they were busy, but they weren't that busy. It is a very small family run bar/grill restaurant and I have never had poor service there before. (Even though the teenager works there, they still serve me quickly and are nice to me as they don't spit in my food.)
What is the deal? Why don't people care about the job they are doing. Has today's workforce totally lost touch with any and all work ethics??? I find this more so with the younger workforce than my generation (the late 20's to 30 and over crowd).
OK, I will stop for tonight. Happy blogging!
Am I really that old???
I was reading a blog tonight and the blogger stated they were looking for clothes that did not make them look like they were dressing like a teeny bopper or a grandma. I totally agree with them, it is so hard to find clothes for those of us between the late 20's and early 40's. This thought led to another... when did I grow old?
One realization was when I was talking to my little sis about going to a concert. I was checking out the prices and totally skipped the "lawn seats" as I can't image spending several hours on the ground. When I gave my sister the prices, I mentioned that there were some that were less expensive, her comment was... not lawn seats, forget it. Looks like she's getting old too. Except, what was that she purchased at the grocery store today??? Was it a can of Deviled Ham? At least she doesn't still eat Vienna Sausages. : ) (Sorry, but I had to post this!)
To add to this, I was searching for music to listen to while blogging and when I clicked into the media library, I started reading some of the things the teenager has loaded. What exactly is a Chingy? I'm also guessing that his title of Powerballin' isn't that he is playing the lottery. Then I see he has 50 Cent and there is a song called Disco Inferno. I think to myself wow, I remember this song so I click on it. Definitely not the song I remember!!!
To top it off, Spaz found my blog tonight and in reading my post the other night on addictions, she decided to comment. Her comment was... what about Sex!!! This is when I realized I truly am old, as I didn't even think about it.
I know, I know, I'm a grandma, but nobody would ever guess it. When even we are out, people always think that I am Doodlebug's mommy and that the teenager is my brother.
I like to think that I am not getting older but that I am getting better. I should go now as I am yawning and need to get to bed... I seem to go to bed earlier now that I am getting better.
Shhh... Don't Disturb the Animal
Twas a Saturday Night and all through the house, not a creature was stirring and we better not have a mouse.
Yes, the house is very quiet tonight as the teenager is gone and Doodlebug has gone home and DH is asleep in his recliner. Hence the don't disturb the animal, he is a big grumbly bear when you wake him up. Cute and cuddly, but very grouchy.
Since it is quiet tonight and I don't want to wake DH, I started playing on my computer and decided to add some pictures to my website. Don't worry, I won't make you look at my face, but one much cuter. So, If you want to see what a Doodlebug looks like, just check out my Saturday Night Picture Gallery.
Doodlebug and I played together all morning and then went shopping together. We are really starting to enjoy the shopping thing. At the rate we're going, she will be a shopaholic before she is a year old. We will be known as the Shopaholic Shoe Goddesses. Check out her shoe collection already.
Doodlebug's Shoe CollectionI can't wait till she is a little older and can actually wear shoes outside. I will make sure she has plenty to choose from. DH already said that when her foot is a little bigger, he will buy her a pair of Nike's with the little Pink Swoosh.
This is all for tonight, as I hear stirring below and must go check on DH.
Saturday Night Picture Gallery
Isn't she a sweetie??? This little face belongs to my precious granddaughter. She is truly an angel and has stolen my heart. Happy 5 Month Birthday Doodlebug!
Doodlebug at the Zoo with KGrams and Grandpa.
Doodlebug has her own ZOOM ZOOM ZOOM... Watch out, she is almost mobile.
C A U T I O N - High Voltage Whining
Ok, you read the title so therefore, you have been duly warned. When commenting, you are not allowed to call me a whiner or tell me to get over it... today I will whine, bitch, moan, groan, rant and rave all that I want. I am sitting here with my friend Jose (as in Cuervo), blogging and listing to Fisher Price Tender Lullabies. What a combination, huh!
I will start at the end and work my way back...
Doodlebug was over tired tonight and did not want to go to sleep. She was cranky at dinner due to her tired state and so I left the guys at the restaurant (we met and had 2 vehicles) and brought her home. She fell asleep in the car and woke up the minute we walked in the door. When I was changing her, she rolled over on her tummy like she always does and proceeded to wet her bed. Blgh She finally went to sleep after 2 hours of holding and rocking her. This is why the music is playing as I am scared to turn it off as she could wake up. Let me remind you, she is the greatest joy in my life, I love her so much and I wouldn't trade her for anything. But she sure wore me out tonight.
Got home from work tonight and had a letter in the mail. It is a ticket for failure to move vehicle during street cleaning. I was puzzled at first until I noticed the address this happened at was the teenager's g/f house and the license plate # was the teenager's veh. I guess we'll be having a conversation tonight. This happened 10 days ago and he has yet to mention it!
When I got to work this morning, BPT was showing the new guy how to run download. Why??? The last person in his position didn't know how and I can always do it if BPT is out. I am the one who has to work with it after it is run. But ok, never hurts to have a backup. Then I received an email from the new guy, BPT also had him do the sprdsht that I get everyday. Why can't I be given access and be shown how to do this? Why would you give it to someone who doesn't know what the sprdsht is, but not to the person that uses it. I ask you, does this make any sense???
Even better, we are putting together a newsletter to send out to all of the employees. BPT sent us a draft of it today. There is a "who to call" area on it. It states... if you know you can do something but don't know how to do it, call KGrams. If you receive an error while in a program, call the new employee starting on Monday. The new girl like the new guy has never even heard of the main program we work with, much less worked with it. Neither one understands the business either. Again, I ask you, does this make any sense??? Why would we do this to ourselves? In a department of 4, we have hired 2 people that know nothing about our business or program and given them the most responsibility and the person who does know both the business and program with over 15 years experience is given the least amount of responsibility and access to do things.
I had a meeting yesterday with... Mr. "Will the new person know I'm a broker" as it is a requirement of my job that I meet with all employees 60 days after they start a position. I waited for 10 minutes, then I left him a v/m and waited another 5 minutes. When I left the room, he was in the hallway talking (not business) and I mentioned that we were supposed to be meeting. He looks at his watch and says "Oh, were we". I replied yes, and could he please meet with me now, he stated ok, but he really didn't think there was any reason to, as he knew everything he needed to. I made sure to touch on areas that I knew he would be lacking in knowledge. HA! About 45 minutes into our meeting, he actually had the nerve to look at his watch and ask me how much longer this was going to take, as he had things to do. When we did finish, he walked right out of the room into the Slug's cube. Hello... at least act like you have something important to do when you are trying to blow me off. So, why do people think their time is more important than mine. Am I really that insignificant??? Between people like him and BPT I am starting to feel that way. Ok, Jose must be kicking in as this has now turned into a pity party.
I must stop this, as I am a much better writer when I angry than sad. Therefore, I will now move on to a couple of happy thoughts...
1) Marebear blogged about me last night... isn't she sweet! She had me laughing so hard that I was in tears. When I get done here tonight, maybe I will go back and read hers again.
2) I went shopping at lunch today and found a really cute pair of strappy black shoes. They were originally $68, however, they were on major clearance and I had a 20% off coupon. They cost me $11.70. WOO HOO and to think I almost didn't buy them and I though DH would kill me if I came in with another pair of shoes this month. He actually high-fived me for my great bargain.
3) While returning 2 outfits for Doodlebug tonight (actually had to exchange them for bigger sizes as she is growing so much) I found the Margarita Set that I had wanted a few weeks ago. It has 4 glasses, 4 shots and a huge margarita glass that is actually a bowl. (Note to self... after really bad day at work, may want to accidentally grab the bowl to make your drink in.) The set was actually on sale for even less tonight than it was a few weeks ago. Jose and I are enjoying one of the glasses right now.
4) While picking up the Margarita Set, I found a new mug for me to drink out of at work. (I will try to put a picture of it on my blog tomorrow, but no promises as I have been having problems with this) Anyway, the mug has shoes on it and says... Shoe Goddess. I thought about changing my blogging name to Shoe Goddess, but I love Doodlebug more than shoes.
So again, I am thinking what I need is ... more shopping and less working. Uhhh, if only I could!
Birdie, if you reading this, I hope you will also go back and read some of my past posts as not all of them are me complaining and whining.
Good night all... I am going to see Jose again and then call it a night.
My name is KGrams and I am an addict...
Did my title get your attention??? I have been thinking about this a lot lately as I have realized that I have many addictions in my life (some are public knowledge and some are not). I was wondering if others have some of these same addictions or, what they are addicted to. So, how about we play truth or dare, I will tell you mine and hopefully, you will tell yours.
NOTE: The addictions listed below are not in any particular order, other than I intentionally put the first one first and the last one last...
The first addiction I have to list would be Coke or Pepsi. I say this has to be first, as I can NOT make it through a day without a soda. I must have one every morning and again in the afternoon. I know they are not good for me, but I can't help it. For me, drinking a soda is like breathing air for most people.
Since a friend introduced me to Blogging, I have actually been online practically every night. Even if I don't blog myself, I read other blogs. I have even started a folder in my bookmarks for some of my favorite blogs.
Celebrity Gossip and Tabloids - I just love reading info about celebrities. Why is this, are our lives not fascinating enough, so we must read about others?
If you don't have the following addiction, let's talk and I will show you the error of your ways. TIVO! I am in love with my Tivo. I only have it on the main television and I find when I am in the bedroom, I am wanting to pause, rewind and fast forward and get very frustrated that I can't. (Maybe I should get DH Tivo upstairs for his Bday this year.) I also find myself wanting to do the same things with the radio. Maybe they will come out with this someday, wouldn't that be great? Then, I would never miss the celebrity news in the morning. Hey, where can I get a Tivo for my life. I so wish I could pause, rewind and fast forward my life. :)
Watching Desperate Housewive's and Grey's Anatomy. I am really addicted to these 2 shows. Of course, I have season passes for both of them on my Tivo just in case I am not home or fall asleep.
Cleaning up computers with Spyware/Adware. This is such a high for me to find out what is wrong with a machine and clean it up. I feel that I have accomplished something and that I have defeated the bad guys. (I think this is part of my OCD) DH is always telling me that I should have been a detective as I love figuring out and solving problems. SpyQueen to the rescue!!!
Lately, I have been playing Spider Solitaire. I can not walk past my computer without playing this game. The worst part is that not only do I play it, but I can not stop until I win and now I have gotten to the point that when I win, my score must be over a certain number or I will continue to play. (Should I seek professional help on this one???)
I am sooooo hooked on Pedicures. Anyone who knows me even a little bit, knows that I must get a pedicure every few weeks in the summer. Not only because it makes my toes look good, but just the whole relaxing experience of it. (I rank a good pedicure up there with O's) Yes, I like manicures too, but must have the peds.
Shoes, Shoes and more Shoes. Need I say more?
I also have been acquiring a collection of Purses. (Message to my Shoes: Don't worry, I have way more pairs of you than I will ever have purses.)
My best addiction ever... my Friends and Family. I don't know where I would be without them in my life. All of you mean so much to me and I feel very blessed to have you as a part of my life. However, I must say that I have an extra special addiction to DH, Teenager and Doodlebug.
So, now that I opened my closet and shared my secrets with you... Do you feel better about yours? Are you concerned about me? Please feel free to comment.
How Many Mondays Can We Endure?
Is it me, or does everyone think that Mondays should be banned? Please comment and let me know your thoughts. Besides having to get up early and go back to work, my Mondays always seem to have some extra drama added to them. Take today for instance... I stayed in bed 15 minutes more than I should have, (my fault I know, but I had planned out what I was going to wear and felt I deserved the extra time in bed.) then when I was in the shower, I remembered that I had a client appointment and therefore, I needed a different outfit than I had planned. (Oops, shouldn't have slept in) Due to the humidity, my hair decided to flip in different directions, so I had to straighten it with the curling iron... yes, I burned myself once again. You're going to love this one... it was on the counter and in my state of hurry, I bumped it, it hit my stomach and left a big red mark. OUCH!!! (I now look like I have a red hickey on my stomach. Wait till DH sees it, I didn't tell him about it this AM and I think I am still going to wait. hehehe) I actually made it out the door on time and was quite proud of myself for it when I noticed that someone had decided to egg the vehicles up and down my street last night. Did they hit DH's or the teenager's vehicles? Noooo, they got mine. So, now I am off to the car wash to get the egg goo off my car. $6 later and a clean car, I am now ready to go to work. But what's this, one more obstacle in my way to get to work, I can't make a left out of the car wash. I end up making a right and taking a small detour to another street that will also take me to work. I come up to the last stop light that I have to encounter before I get to work, from this point, it is 4 blocks with 4 stop signs and I am there. Of course, the stop light is red, but that's ok, I know it will be green soon as it is not a long light and I will be at work. Just when I think I am going to make it as the light should be turning green, I hear bells start ringing and the gates go down as now, a train is going by blocking the intersection. The train also happens to be full of coal and is over 100 cars long. UGH!!! In case you are wondering, yes I did get to work on time... 2 minutes to spare. But really, all of this before 8:00. Is it because it's a Monday or because it's me? Also, I must REALLY love my job to go through all of this.
I did speak with both Katydid and Marebear tonight. I was starting to worry about the two of you. Sorry your lives are so hectic right now, just know that it will get better as soon everything will be done and you will be back to normal. (Note: Not sure what the definition of "normal" is, you may want to ask someone who actually has a life unlike me.)
I went to my Nephew's Graduation Party yesterday, it was very nice. My little sis cooked a ton of food and it was all yummy. I debated what to get him, a gift or $... I finally decided on a new MP3 Player as his quit working. It looks like I chose right as he was very excited. Thanks sis and teenager for helping me with this.
Marebear, I forgot to tell you what I heard today... the evil stepsisters (all 3 of them) were their normal wretched selves and actually made a company person cry last week. Mortie was telling us about it today on the way to our appointment. Best of all, after this happened, they actually asked Mortie if they had been that bad and Mortie told them Yes and went into detail about how they act and make people feel. SCORE a big 1 for Mortie for not holding back!
This is all for tonight, as I have a headache and want to relax before everyone gets home from work and I lose all of my quite time.
I traded one Zoo for another Zoo
I haven't been blogging much lately as I have been extremely busy and tired each night. So tonight's will be a little long so that we can catch up...
Thursday - I had my mid-year review, all was good and I am right on target with my goals for the year. (Lets see, great work, no complaints and on target... makes total sense why I didn't get a promotion - NOT!!!) I attended my nephew's 8th Grade Graduation and took the Princess with me. It was very nice and I am very proud of him. It looks like he and the teenager will be attending the same school next year.
Friday - I had back to back meetings in the AM. First one, the person had already decided they didn't like what I was presenting to them and they didn't want to accept it. They started out rude and even cussed at me, by the end of the meeting, she was actually in tears. I felt very sorry for her as I felt the same way about my previous position for about 2 years before I decided to change. The second meeting was a CYA as their boss is not happy with their work. I was hoping the PM would be better, as BPT went home with a "stress" headache and my meeting were all done for the day. But come on, what was I thinking? I know better. I had an employee call me as they were on vacation and needed several items sent out and the temp they hired needed help with it. Basically the employee and the temp wanted me to do the work for them and send it out with my name & # if the person had questions! I am all for going above and beyond, but not this far beyond. While helping this person, I got 2 more calls, the first one was that they couldn't get rid of the lines on a page, I ended up cleaning up 2/3 of the document for them. The second was that they needed to have the color printer added to their computer as they needed to print out 300 copies of a personal invitation... oh, and could I load the paper for them that they wanted it printed on. But wait, it gets better... they stated that they were busy and wanted me to wait 5 or 10 minutes before I went down to their floor to add the printer and get the paper that I would need to take back up and put in the printer for them. I waited and went down there and they said... Oh, I forgot to call you, never mind I am having the mailroom take care of it for me. DH and I went to dinner and the grocery store, we were going to go to the movies, but I was way too tired.
Oh, and I can't check any blogs at work as the new guy was telling me that BPT wants him to get familiar with our Web tracking software and make sure that it is working. I am sure she has reasons for this, but I don't want me to be one of them.
Today was great!!! DH actually had the day off. (I think this is the first Saturday he has had off since Christmas.) It was a beautiful sunny day and we took Doodlebug for her first trip to the Zoo. (The real one, not the one I work at.) We spent 3 hours looking at the animals and walking around. We even took her on her first carousel ride. She really seemed to enjoy herself. I think we exhausted her as she was asleep by 8:00 tonight instead of her normal 9:30.
OK, as you know nothing in my life is ever 100% great so I did have one mishap today. I decided that I needed a little color to my legs, so I bought a bronzing foam. You are supposed to be able to see where it is going on so that you don't miss any areas. The directions say to dispense in palm of hands, rub together and then rub onto body. Do not dress for 5 minutes and do not bathe or swim for 1 hour. Now I ask you, how hard can this be to follow. I did as directed, I dispensed into the palm of my hand, I rubbed my palms together and then applied to my legs. I waited over 5 minutes to put my shorts on. I then finished up and went to the Zoo. While sitting watching the Sea Lion Show, I noticed these orange/bronze spots on all of the pores of my legs and streaking lines on my legs and the tops of my feet. It was so warm out, that my legs were slightly sweaty, which apparently was just enough to cause the bronzer to start running. I was sitting in the show, wiping my legs and feet with baby wipes. (Thanks Doodlebug for sharing them with me) Marebear, you would have died laughing watching me do this, as it was too funny.
Marebear, sorry we kept missing each other. Call or email me, I need more drama or at least some that isn't mine. Also, I hope everything went ok with your nephew yesterday. I have your family in my thoughts and prayers for all that you are going through. Katydid, I haven't been able to catch up with you either. Are you OK? Call me as I am worried about you, hopefully you are just busy. Lady E... thanks for the laughs this week, I needed them.
Sorry for the long blog, but I wanted to catch everyone up and I will try to be better about blogging. Apparently the real Zoo tires me out as much as the one I work at, so I am going to be early myself. Good Night!
To Blog or Not To Blog???
I was thinking today that I may not blog tonight as nothing unusual (my normal typical day) happened today. But then, I thought what the hey I'm sure I have something interesting I can type. As it turns out, today was my lucky day. That's right folks, mark this day WEDNESDAY, JUNE 1ST, 2005 on your calendar. WOO HOO!!!Before I left this morning, Doodlebug woke up and we spent a good 15 minutes together with her laughing, talking and playing. How could I not have a good day after a start like that. I was so inspired, that I decided to wear the "shoes" from yesterday again, just to prove to myself that they really are as great as I thought when I bought them. And the verdict is... do you really want to know? OK, OK, I will tell you, they felt great all day. I had the normal busy day at work today, but nothing wittingly funny happened. I did receive a compliment from a couple of co-workers... one of them asked who they should call for different types of problems and the other responded that they should keep calling me as I am the only one there that a) responds and b) really cares enough to help them. (Marebear... you fit into this too, but they don't have your number and they don't think you want to drive 4 hours to help them.) Anyway, I thought that was very nice of them.I got another surprise tonight when I got home... the new shoes that I ordered on Sunday had arrived. Two happy shoe stories in one day, it just doesn't get any better than this. Except, it did. There was a knock at my front door... no, it wasn't more shoes it was food. The teenager had been washing the cars last night and talking to the neighbors and their friends when he agreed to wash one of their vehicles. (He loves cleaning cars... yet even pigs would turn up their noses at the sight of his room.) So anyway, to say thank you they dropped off Ravs, Marina Sauce and the biggest Cheesecake I have ever seen. (The teenager says he thinks the guy is part owner in The Cheesecake Factory.) Well I am sure you can guess what we had for dinner tonight. Then later, I decided to have dessert... OMG, it was sooooo good. I love you DH, but I don't think I will be needing you for awhile, well, at least while the Cheesecake holds out.
I have found a kindred spirit, my friend "Lady E" is also a middle child and understands the trials and tribulations of my life. However, she is apprehensive about reading my blog as she is afraid I might tell some secret or silly thing about her, but not to worry at this time, all of your blonde moments have been slight enough that I won't share them. I am waiting for a really big one to put out here. Just kidding. Welcome to my blog and hope you enjoy laughing at, or is it with, no, I am sure it is at me.
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Sweetie is on the upper perch and Peetie is on the lower perch 
