This is what I woke up to this morning....
*beats head on wall repeatedly chanting "I will not nay-say the weather anymore..."*
Thursday, February 26, 2009
I Will Not Nay-Say The Weather Anymore
This is what I woke up to this morning....
*beats head on wall repeatedly chanting "I will not nay-say the weather anymore..."*
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Someone Licked The Frosting Off This Cupcake...
A good indication it is going to be a long ass day: You feel like you have been working for ten hours when in all actuality it has only been two hours.
Today was one of those days.
While we are on the topic of work I guess I should mention that it is going well. All the same stuff is still happening and it is still extremely stressful, but for some reason it seems to not get to me as much now that I am getting halfway decent pay for the work I do. It's nice to feel valued.
I'm sure I have mentioned I do the data input for all the new accounts we get assigned (and if not I am mentioning it now...), well, I can't help but feel guilty when I see that a consumer's birthday is the day I am putting their newly delinquent account into our system. I feel even worse when their birthday happens to be in the next couple days, because then there is a good chance they will get the first notice on their birthday. Granted, (depending on the client) they normally had ample time to deal with it before it got to us (some of our clients re-bill for up to two years before they send it to us). But since I can't assume or guess everyone's story I tend to be kind of "innocent until proven guilty" and feel that little lick of guilt about the birthday thing. Even worse than the birthday thing is when we find out the person died... like recently. Yea, it sucks.
On to other things... In all honesty I have no clue why I had a tissue in my sweatshirt pocket on the 18th.... I am not even sure how or when it got there. I am pretty sure it wasn't used though...
Now for a bunch of completely random things that have passed between myself and Collin (enjoy!):
this was in texts:
C: Wanna walk to the park north of us tonight?
A: Englewood?
C: Sure the one by the school... don't have to could walk d 2 21st 2 nebraska 2 19th etc...
A: No thats fine. just creepy. i was thinking we cd walk to that park too... we are so psychically connected its creepish.
C: it's that brain implant i put... i mean yea coincidence lol
Texts again:
C: supposed to snow tonight and tomorrow morning winter advisory 10pm - 1 tomorrow
A: you shut your mouth.
C: kupl said that's what nat weather said... possible 2+ inches ... mother fucker (he is referring to the weather, not me BTW)
A: shut your freaking face
I then went online to the National Weather Service, they said a light dusting is possible to sea level but mostly above five hundred feet.... (going to check for weather update...) Yea, it ain't gonna be no big thang (like the slang talk?).
At one point (and no, I don't remember exactly why...) I said the following to Collin:
People will wait in line to piss on your grave.
I then proceeded to laugh so hard I almost peed my pants.
This was something else from work... I found an awesome new street name I am stuck on: Splendid Ravine Street. Who the hell would want to live on that street?! (If you live on that street please don't take offense, but do explain yourself.) This is why it baffles me, unless there is in fact a ravine near by:
**splendid: glorious: having great beauty and splendor; "a glorious spring morning"; "a glorious sunset"; "splendid costumes"; "a kind of splendiferous native ... excellent: very good;of the highest quality; "made an excellent speech"; "the school has excellent teachers"; "a first-class mind"... brilliant: characterized by grandeur; "the brilliant court life at Versailles"; "a glorious work of art"; "magnificent cathedrals"; "the splendid coronation ceremony"
**ravine: a deep narrow steep-sided valley (especially one formed by running water)
According to that it would need to be one hell of a ravine to have a street named after it....
Spaz is eyeballing me like I am neglecting her so I am going to go snuggle with her.
Today was one of those days.
While we are on the topic of work I guess I should mention that it is going well. All the same stuff is still happening and it is still extremely stressful, but for some reason it seems to not get to me as much now that I am getting halfway decent pay for the work I do. It's nice to feel valued.
I'm sure I have mentioned I do the data input for all the new accounts we get assigned (and if not I am mentioning it now...), well, I can't help but feel guilty when I see that a consumer's birthday is the day I am putting their newly delinquent account into our system. I feel even worse when their birthday happens to be in the next couple days, because then there is a good chance they will get the first notice on their birthday. Granted, (depending on the client) they normally had ample time to deal with it before it got to us (some of our clients re-bill for up to two years before they send it to us). But since I can't assume or guess everyone's story I tend to be kind of "innocent until proven guilty" and feel that little lick of guilt about the birthday thing. Even worse than the birthday thing is when we find out the person died... like recently. Yea, it sucks.
On to other things... In all honesty I have no clue why I had a tissue in my sweatshirt pocket on the 18th.... I am not even sure how or when it got there. I am pretty sure it wasn't used though...
Now for a bunch of completely random things that have passed between myself and Collin (enjoy!):
this was in texts:
C: Wanna walk to the park north of us tonight?
A: Englewood?
C: Sure the one by the school... don't have to could walk d 2 21st 2 nebraska 2 19th etc...
A: No thats fine. just creepy. i was thinking we cd walk to that park too... we are so psychically connected its creepish.
C: it's that brain implant i put... i mean yea coincidence lol
Texts again:
C: supposed to snow tonight and tomorrow morning winter advisory 10pm - 1 tomorrow
A: you shut your mouth.
C: kupl said that's what nat weather said... possible 2+ inches ... mother fucker (he is referring to the weather, not me BTW)
A: shut your freaking face
I then went online to the National Weather Service, they said a light dusting is possible to sea level but mostly above five hundred feet.... (going to check for weather update...) Yea, it ain't gonna be no big thang (like the slang talk?).
At one point (and no, I don't remember exactly why...) I said the following to Collin:
People will wait in line to piss on your grave.
I then proceeded to laugh so hard I almost peed my pants.
This was something else from work... I found an awesome new street name I am stuck on: Splendid Ravine Street. Who the hell would want to live on that street?! (If you live on that street please don't take offense, but do explain yourself.) This is why it baffles me, unless there is in fact a ravine near by:
**splendid: glorious: having great beauty and splendor; "a glorious spring morning"; "a glorious sunset"; "splendid costumes"; "a kind of splendiferous native ... excellent: very good;of the highest quality; "made an excellent speech"; "the school has excellent teachers"; "a first-class mind"... brilliant: characterized by grandeur; "the brilliant court life at Versailles"; "a glorious work of art"; "magnificent cathedrals"; "the splendid coronation ceremony"
**ravine: a deep narrow steep-sided valley (especially one formed by running water)
According to that it would need to be one hell of a ravine to have a street named after it....
Spaz is eyeballing me like I am neglecting her so I am going to go snuggle with her.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
I Am A Ball Of Psychotic Energy
This weekend was really good. We went to see Collin's grandma at the nursing home in Canby. Some of the old peoples there kind of creep me out in a sad sort of way. This is why: while sitting and visiting with Grams this other old lady sat about eight feet a way the entire time, and you could tell she was listening because if we talked quieter she scooted closer. Creepy and sad. We mostly went to let Grams know we were okay (since word of our situation had made its way to her ears... Thanks MIL...) and to see how she was. She looked as good as you can expect an eighty year old woman (who has lived a really hard life and survived not one, not two, but THREE bouts with cancer {uterus, boob, and other boob}) to look.
Then I decided to make cupcakes, and banana bread muffins. I made strawberry cupcakes with chocolate frosting. I took most of them to work and they just vanished... I guess they like my baking. To frost the cupcakes I decided to use a freezer bag. I put the frosting in it and cut a corner off. I almost died laughing because it (as I am sure you could guess) looked like a bag of crap. We called it my colostomy bag. It looked gross. After all the cupcakes were sufficiently frosted I ate some of the frosting from the bag. Collin saw me and said, "Ewww! You eat your own poop!"
My response to him was, "Mmmmm, it tastes like chocolate...."
"I don't even want to know why or how your poop tastes like chocolate..." He said.
Then to the cat (who was walking toward the kitchen to see what I was doing) Collin said, "Spaz, don't go near mommy. She eats her own feces and it's a good sign she may be crazy."
After this was over, I went to set up coffee for the next morning and I couldn't help but notice the insane similarity between the way a coffee filter is shaped and the way those little paper cupcake thingies are shaped. So my question is: Which came first, the coffee filter or the paper cupcake thingies? If you know the answer please leave me a comment and enlighten me.
Sunday we went to Minto Brown and went for a walk on a path we hadn't taken before. As we walked along the path we came to a part where another path, an unpaved path, branched off of the one we were on. Collin said to me, "We don't want to take that one. It's one made by the mob and they use that path when they need to whack someone."
I figured he was probably right. After all, you can't let the serenity of the woods fool you, the mob will kill you.
Eventually we reached a part where a sign showed the blue loop(the loop we were "following") went off onto a "soft surface trail" aka as DIRT. We decided to continue on the pavement, but then got onto the dirt path that was supposed to be the blue loop. It was a blast. Not really... It was muddyish. We came upon a bench but were leary to sit on it, as everyone knows that that is what the mob wants you to do. Then they will kill you and drag you back to a pond or something and let your corpse sink into the unending mud and muck never to be recovered. Then as we rounded a bend we thought we saw a bridge ahead of us, but nay. It was two fence railings on either side of a section where the trail had washed away during a flood or something. We had to go down a bank to this rocky crossing and back up the other bank. Finally after thinking we were lost forever, meant to wander Minto Brown like so many other lost souls, we came back to a paved trail. As we cautiously walked out onto the pavement like wild animals crossing a road, we realized it was the path we had originally passed and agreed was a possibly deadly mob trail... Thank god we survived. I know that if I was truly, completely lost in the woods my sanity would quickly evaporate thanks to my imagination. If the mob doesn't get me the hobbits will....
I figure it's better to have an overactive imagination versus an overactive prostate. If you have an overactive prostate you should be concerned. Luckily, I don't have a prostate.
I have a lot more to say, but this has turned into a long post and you probably need to pee, unless you wear depends, then you can just pee your pants. I guess you could pee your pants either way, but without depends it would be so much messier...
Why did I have a tissue in my sweatshirt pocket on February 18th?
This and so much more will be answered on the next post. Peace.
Then I decided to make cupcakes, and banana bread muffins. I made strawberry cupcakes with chocolate frosting. I took most of them to work and they just vanished... I guess they like my baking. To frost the cupcakes I decided to use a freezer bag. I put the frosting in it and cut a corner off. I almost died laughing because it (as I am sure you could guess) looked like a bag of crap. We called it my colostomy bag. It looked gross. After all the cupcakes were sufficiently frosted I ate some of the frosting from the bag. Collin saw me and said, "Ewww! You eat your own poop!"
My response to him was, "Mmmmm, it tastes like chocolate...."
"I don't even want to know why or how your poop tastes like chocolate..." He said.
Then to the cat (who was walking toward the kitchen to see what I was doing) Collin said, "Spaz, don't go near mommy. She eats her own feces and it's a good sign she may be crazy."
After this was over, I went to set up coffee for the next morning and I couldn't help but notice the insane similarity between the way a coffee filter is shaped and the way those little paper cupcake thingies are shaped. So my question is: Which came first, the coffee filter or the paper cupcake thingies? If you know the answer please leave me a comment and enlighten me.
Sunday we went to Minto Brown and went for a walk on a path we hadn't taken before. As we walked along the path we came to a part where another path, an unpaved path, branched off of the one we were on. Collin said to me, "We don't want to take that one. It's one made by the mob and they use that path when they need to whack someone."
I figured he was probably right. After all, you can't let the serenity of the woods fool you, the mob will kill you.
Eventually we reached a part where a sign showed the blue loop(the loop we were "following") went off onto a "soft surface trail" aka as DIRT. We decided to continue on the pavement, but then got onto the dirt path that was supposed to be the blue loop. It was a blast. Not really... It was muddyish. We came upon a bench but were leary to sit on it, as everyone knows that that is what the mob wants you to do. Then they will kill you and drag you back to a pond or something and let your corpse sink into the unending mud and muck never to be recovered. Then as we rounded a bend we thought we saw a bridge ahead of us, but nay. It was two fence railings on either side of a section where the trail had washed away during a flood or something. We had to go down a bank to this rocky crossing and back up the other bank. Finally after thinking we were lost forever, meant to wander Minto Brown like so many other lost souls, we came back to a paved trail. As we cautiously walked out onto the pavement like wild animals crossing a road, we realized it was the path we had originally passed and agreed was a possibly deadly mob trail... Thank god we survived. I know that if I was truly, completely lost in the woods my sanity would quickly evaporate thanks to my imagination. If the mob doesn't get me the hobbits will....
I figure it's better to have an overactive imagination versus an overactive prostate. If you have an overactive prostate you should be concerned. Luckily, I don't have a prostate.
I have a lot more to say, but this has turned into a long post and you probably need to pee, unless you wear depends, then you can just pee your pants. I guess you could pee your pants either way, but without depends it would be so much messier...
Why did I have a tissue in my sweatshirt pocket on February 18th?
This and so much more will be answered on the next post. Peace.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Who Does That!?!
There is this commercial for deodorant that Renee and I saw at lunch today and the chick is all "flirty" with a dude in the crowded elevator and she puts her arm up against the wall like a sleazy bar guy would, and there's this huge pit stain. Then they show her flirting in the elevator after using their awesome deodorant and she lifts her arm up real high to comb through her hair so you can see there isn't any pit stain now. Seriously! Who the hell does that?!!? Please point them out so I can do the world a big favor and.....
Put them through a "Flirting and Dating 101" class.
I just spent the last couple hours typing up a list of my duties. Ugh... It was torture and made me tired just looking at all the stuff I do on a regular basis... But, I am thankful I have a job with security. I am here as long as I want to be, or until I pick up a nasty drug habit and start screwing up big time... I don't see that happening... Ever.
Collin has the day off, and it is gorgeous outside! I wish I could leave... Like now, and go do something, like go to the park, or go see my dad for his birthday (he's 57 today!), or something where I could be outside... Oh well. It is supposed to be almost as nice tomorrow as it is today. We'll see.
I don't think I mentioned this in the Memo post, or the PS for that post, and I keep meaning to, my mom (in all her infinite weirdness) said two weird things when we were leaving my grandma's last Friday.
One, she said to Collin, "Take care of my baby."
He told me about that and I was like "Ummm........... Kay....."
Two, she said to me as she hugged me goodbye, "You look good."
And I am thinking... "What the hell!? Is she saying I looked bad last time I saw her...? Or that other people think I look bad...?"
What the hell kind of off hand farewell comment is that?
I love my mom... I love my mom... I love my mom....
Back to the merciless torture....
(I know, I know. I love the torture...)
Put them through a "Flirting and Dating 101" class.
I just spent the last couple hours typing up a list of my duties. Ugh... It was torture and made me tired just looking at all the stuff I do on a regular basis... But, I am thankful I have a job with security. I am here as long as I want to be, or until I pick up a nasty drug habit and start screwing up big time... I don't see that happening... Ever.
Collin has the day off, and it is gorgeous outside! I wish I could leave... Like now, and go do something, like go to the park, or go see my dad for his birthday (he's 57 today!), or something where I could be outside... Oh well. It is supposed to be almost as nice tomorrow as it is today. We'll see.
I don't think I mentioned this in the Memo post, or the PS for that post, and I keep meaning to, my mom (in all her infinite weirdness) said two weird things when we were leaving my grandma's last Friday.
One, she said to Collin, "Take care of my baby."
He told me about that and I was like "Ummm........... Kay....."
Two, she said to me as she hugged me goodbye, "You look good."
And I am thinking... "What the hell!? Is she saying I looked bad last time I saw her...? Or that other people think I look bad...?"
What the hell kind of off hand farewell comment is that?
I love my mom... I love my mom... I love my mom....
Back to the merciless torture....
(I know, I know. I love the torture...)
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
And You Thought We Were Just Going To Snake Your Drain...
Okay, I don't think I have mentioned that the drainpipe from our washing machine started backing up recently, so when it drains between cycles it would spew water all over the laundry room floor. Yay for older homes.... We mentioned this to Carter, the handy man last week and he was like, "Okay, I'll come by and snake the drain and that should fix it good."
So he's here right now. He and Edgar (his helper... makes me feel guilty naming our skeleton Edgar) ended up having to use the access hole in the spare bedroom closet and go under the house and cut the pipe in order to get the snake in. They got that done and were then checking the other drains and Carter noticed our bathroom sink wasn't draining fast enough, so he decided to take the pea trap off and in the process sort of broke the faucet (maybe) so now we get a new bathroom faucet (I think, I'll update when I know...). While he was doing this Edgar was fixing the busted switch in the laundry room, he may have shocked himself a couple of times... Carter then went into the kitchen to wash his hands off, and was appalled by the low hot water pressure coming from the kitchen faucet. I think he fixed that, or he plans to, but I think that meant going back under the house.
Apparently there is also a few bags of lime under the house.... I think the previous tenant hid dead bodies down there. So I vow as of right now, I will never EVER go under this house or the ghosts of the people the previous tenant murdered may get me and then I will be put into an insane asylum... And as much fun as a padded room sounds I don't think I would enjoy that.
I love where I live... It's awesome. And there are so many awesome stories I can tell.
This is kind of a Post Script for the Memo post:
While at my grandma's, she had put out a tray of crackers, cheese and meat. When Jordan finally decided he wanted some snacks, there was one piece of meat left and Cassidy ate it before he could realize it. So here he sits with his crackers laid out, then the cheese, and that's when he realized the meat was gone. He sat there for a moment, then Jenn told him to ask Nana if she had any more (she was talking to my mom and uncle). He ever so meekly raised his little hand, and politely said, "Um, excuse me.... Excuse me. Can I have some meat, please?.... Excuse me... Can I have some meat?" We told him to wait for Nana to stop talking, so he waited and then asked again when she was done talking, and Grandma's response was, "I don't think I do." Poor Jordan, he started pouting and then began to slide out of his chair and under the table. Jenn convinced him to come back up just as Grandma produced more meat from the fridge. He quickly thanked his Nana and devoured his crackers. It's just so freaking adorable how sweet and polite he can be when he wants to. I couldn't get over him raising his hand (he learned that in headstart I assume) and saying "Excuse me." I wish I had a recording of it...
Okay I am going to watch Biggest Loser Couples.
So he's here right now. He and Edgar (his helper... makes me feel guilty naming our skeleton Edgar) ended up having to use the access hole in the spare bedroom closet and go under the house and cut the pipe in order to get the snake in. They got that done and were then checking the other drains and Carter noticed our bathroom sink wasn't draining fast enough, so he decided to take the pea trap off and in the process sort of broke the faucet (maybe) so now we get a new bathroom faucet (I think, I'll update when I know...). While he was doing this Edgar was fixing the busted switch in the laundry room, he may have shocked himself a couple of times... Carter then went into the kitchen to wash his hands off, and was appalled by the low hot water pressure coming from the kitchen faucet. I think he fixed that, or he plans to, but I think that meant going back under the house.
Apparently there is also a few bags of lime under the house.... I think the previous tenant hid dead bodies down there. So I vow as of right now, I will never EVER go under this house or the ghosts of the people the previous tenant murdered may get me and then I will be put into an insane asylum... And as much fun as a padded room sounds I don't think I would enjoy that.
I love where I live... It's awesome. And there are so many awesome stories I can tell.
This is kind of a Post Script for the Memo post:
While at my grandma's, she had put out a tray of crackers, cheese and meat. When Jordan finally decided he wanted some snacks, there was one piece of meat left and Cassidy ate it before he could realize it. So here he sits with his crackers laid out, then the cheese, and that's when he realized the meat was gone. He sat there for a moment, then Jenn told him to ask Nana if she had any more (she was talking to my mom and uncle). He ever so meekly raised his little hand, and politely said, "Um, excuse me.... Excuse me. Can I have some meat, please?.... Excuse me... Can I have some meat?" We told him to wait for Nana to stop talking, so he waited and then asked again when she was done talking, and Grandma's response was, "I don't think I do." Poor Jordan, he started pouting and then began to slide out of his chair and under the table. Jenn convinced him to come back up just as Grandma produced more meat from the fridge. He quickly thanked his Nana and devoured his crackers. It's just so freaking adorable how sweet and polite he can be when he wants to. I couldn't get over him raising his hand (he learned that in headstart I assume) and saying "Excuse me." I wish I had a recording of it...
Okay I am going to watch Biggest Loser Couples.
Imaginary Pickle Elfs
Today there was the potential for a disaster. I was heating up my leftover stir fry (**note** should you ever decide to try rice sticks in your stir fry fry them after you soften them, or they tend to taste kind of blah) and after stirring it I went to put it back in the microwave. Just as I was setting it in the microwave I realized my metal fork was still in the bowl. Thank god I caught it before I mindlessly closed the door and turned the microwave on. I could have been killed when it exploded... Of course, the microwave is old as sin, I think it's twenty five to thirty years old. It's not even technically called a "microwave" it's a Dynawave!! Old... But disaster was averted and all is well and I did not manage to blow up the microwave at work... Or kill myself via shrapnel from said explosion. I think that means it was a good day.
Viva called this morning (she is on vacation until Monday, but being her she has to check on the office anyways... I'm like that too...) I guess J told her I would be staying there. She was really happy that I decided to stay. And I must say, as much as I butt heads with the old bat sometimes, I love Viva dearly and I absolutely love hearing about all the things she has seen and done in her life. I have to admit I am happy I decided to stay, it took such a tremendous weight off my shoulders. Looking for a job sucks, and I feel for all those out there trying to get a job.
Right now I am getting together more music to put on my PC at work, I figure since I am staying I need to add some more music to my library there. I don't think I could go the day without music.... It helps time go by faster.
Speaking of music, on Friday (before we went to my grandma's) Collin went and picked up two CDs for me. One is not surprising since I have like the last two, but the other one he picked up for me may be surprising to some. You just have to remember I listen to just about everything. The first one is the 2009 Grammy Nominees CD. The second CD is Paper Trail by T.I. I had to have his effing CD, so many songs I had heard off of it I really liked and some of the artists he partnered with I happen to like. Once Collin gets another job I want a mother effing Rhapsody account.... I can't afford to buy ALL the CDs I want, but at the same time until I upgrade the stereo in Ricky I can't just plug in my MP3 player.... SHITake mushrooms!
Whatever....
I needs to finish up making dinner here in a moment... Ugh...
I think I was supposed to make biscuits... Oops... I might want to get on that...
Hasta!
Viva called this morning (she is on vacation until Monday, but being her she has to check on the office anyways... I'm like that too...) I guess J told her I would be staying there. She was really happy that I decided to stay. And I must say, as much as I butt heads with the old bat sometimes, I love Viva dearly and I absolutely love hearing about all the things she has seen and done in her life. I have to admit I am happy I decided to stay, it took such a tremendous weight off my shoulders. Looking for a job sucks, and I feel for all those out there trying to get a job.
Right now I am getting together more music to put on my PC at work, I figure since I am staying I need to add some more music to my library there. I don't think I could go the day without music.... It helps time go by faster.
Speaking of music, on Friday (before we went to my grandma's) Collin went and picked up two CDs for me. One is not surprising since I have like the last two, but the other one he picked up for me may be surprising to some. You just have to remember I listen to just about everything. The first one is the 2009 Grammy Nominees CD. The second CD is Paper Trail by T.I. I had to have his effing CD, so many songs I had heard off of it I really liked and some of the artists he partnered with I happen to like. Once Collin gets another job I want a mother effing Rhapsody account.... I can't afford to buy ALL the CDs I want, but at the same time until I upgrade the stereo in Ricky I can't just plug in my MP3 player.... SHITake mushrooms!
Whatever....
I needs to finish up making dinner here in a moment... Ugh...
I think I was supposed to make biscuits... Oops... I might want to get on that...
Hasta!
Monday, February 16, 2009
I Must Have Missed That Memo....
I guess Collin and I are an "Anti-Valentine's Day" couple... Or so I was informed... On Valentine's Day.... AFTER I had already found the cutest sweetest card ever that was completely and utterly perfect given where we are at in our lives. I was let in on this little secret Saturday morning at the gas station.... I was like, "Oh...." Apparently Collin's boss earlier in the week had mentioned to Collin that he figured we were "One of those couples" that doesn't celebrate V-Day. Collin agreed with this. Again, I must have missed that memo.... I love him dearly, and it really doesn't matter, but it was surprising none the less since in the previous FOUR Valentine's Day he has always done something amazingly unexpected and romantic.... Shocking....
On another note: It was AWESOME getting to see my uncle on Friday. I hadn't seen him since before Collin and I got married. His new wife Sara(h) seems really cool, and a hell of a lot better for him than the previous wives. And Jenn brought Cassidy and Jordan, which it was fun to watch the two of them getting to spend time with each other (they really don't get to see each other all to often). My mom was there too. She was living it up; she got to see her little brother, her son, and her grandkids. I think it was really good for her.
Jenn & Cassidy... She's almost as tall as her mom... She's ONLY eleven!!
Jenn, Cassidy and Jordan.
Uncle Sheldon, Grandma, and Mom
Sunday was better than expected... I have been a tad little depressed recently and it kind of hit me like a sledgehammer Sunday. I just did not see a reason to get out of bed. Collin managed to convince me to get up at 12:30. We had breakfast (well, brunch) and went for a nice walk. I was surprised how "warm" it was. We were able to have a really good talk about all that's been going on with our "financial" stuff. And for the last couple weeks I have been mulling over a decision, one that I couldn't make lightly.
I needed to decide whether I wanted to continue to look for another job OR take a raise from my current employer (this was one of the things that had really brought me "down" in the past weeks). They had made me an offer once they knew how serious I was about needing better pay, but I felt guilty accepting it even though I need it and more than deserve it. After our walk yesterday I was able to make a decision, one that made them extremely happy, and I am pretty sure it made me really happy too. As much as I bitch and vent about how much I loathe working where I am at, I have it pretty good there. Yea, there may not be some amazing benefits, but deep down I know that I work for good people who really do need me. So if you haven't guessed as much, I am staying where I am working, and I promise I made sure I got a good "deal". And now I know Collin and I will be okay until he gets a new job, and that's what this was ultimately about.
Wii Fitness TIME!!! **Screamed in an "asian" accent**
On another note: It was AWESOME getting to see my uncle on Friday. I hadn't seen him since before Collin and I got married. His new wife Sara(h) seems really cool, and a hell of a lot better for him than the previous wives. And Jenn brought Cassidy and Jordan, which it was fun to watch the two of them getting to spend time with each other (they really don't get to see each other all to often). My mom was there too. She was living it up; she got to see her little brother, her son, and her grandkids. I think it was really good for her.
Jenn & Cassidy... She's almost as tall as her mom... She's ONLY eleven!!
Jenn, Cassidy and Jordan.
Uncle Sheldon, Grandma, and MomSaturday was... Just a Saturday... I called the place I got my hair done last and the person who did such a fanfreakingtastic job on my hair wasn't there anymore, but the guy gave me the number of the salon she went to, I called over there and she was there so I went in and had a trim. I went a little bit shorter so I won't have to go back for about five to six weeks versus four. I was so glad I was able to find her, and she told me she didn't plan on leaving where she's at now any time soon. *phew*
Sunday was better than expected... I have been a tad little depressed recently and it kind of hit me like a sledgehammer Sunday. I just did not see a reason to get out of bed. Collin managed to convince me to get up at 12:30. We had breakfast (well, brunch) and went for a nice walk. I was surprised how "warm" it was. We were able to have a really good talk about all that's been going on with our "financial" stuff. And for the last couple weeks I have been mulling over a decision, one that I couldn't make lightly.
I needed to decide whether I wanted to continue to look for another job OR take a raise from my current employer (this was one of the things that had really brought me "down" in the past weeks). They had made me an offer once they knew how serious I was about needing better pay, but I felt guilty accepting it even though I need it and more than deserve it. After our walk yesterday I was able to make a decision, one that made them extremely happy, and I am pretty sure it made me really happy too. As much as I bitch and vent about how much I loathe working where I am at, I have it pretty good there. Yea, there may not be some amazing benefits, but deep down I know that I work for good people who really do need me. So if you haven't guessed as much, I am staying where I am working, and I promise I made sure I got a good "deal". And now I know Collin and I will be okay until he gets a new job, and that's what this was ultimately about.
Wii Fitness TIME!!! **Screamed in an "asian" accent**
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