Long time no beep

Ran into an old friend the other day.

On Sunday I went down to Big Jimmy's with a group of friends for the Packer game. Each year we try to make it down there for one game of the season... that is plenty. We had a dozen or so people on Sunday.

About half way through the game this guy walks in. He looked familiar, but it took me a few minutes to place him. I told Sara to look outside and see if there was a dump truck parked on the street. She comes back in laughing hysterically... it was Dumper Dan! My old buddy that I went out with last May.

Not to judge, because I'm no fashion princess myself, but I was not impressed by his attire. He had the worst jeans on ever. The pockets were real small so it made his ass look awful. And I think he had some sort of camo jacket on. Now his hat, that's another story. He was wearing a homemade green and gold jester-type hat that was made out of that fleece you can buy in the fabric section of Walmart. He looked ridiculous, Packer backer or not. A few minutes later he goes out to "his truck" and brings in a bag of these hats and starts selling them! What a flippin loser.

Of course I had to share my dump truck story with the select few that weren't aware. Most of the guys got a real kick out of it, while the women felt my pain.

I'm not sure if he recognized me or not. The place is quite small and how many short adults are there out there with braces? I avoided him like the plague and managed to get through the day without any eye contact. Because really, what's there to say??

That's a wrap

I'm hoping you all had a rockin Christmas. Me - it came and went as usual and I'm happy to pack up the holiday decorations this weekend. My kids were over-the-top ecstatic with the few gifts they received and I was just happy to see their faces light up like they did. I've never seen them so content. They were truly grateful for what they received and that means a lot to me.

Couple holiday highlights here:

Our Wii. How fricken cool is that?? We plugged that baby in right away, played for hours and ran to Target this morn to get another game. All three of us are addicted. The novelty may wear off eventually, but it'll take a while.

The raw beef and onions. Kudos to the dude that ever thought of throwing that combo together on a slab of rye bread.

Lack of tension. The family gatherings were smaller in nature, but everything ran smoothly. It's as if everyone took some sort of happy pill this week.

40 degrees and raining. I'm OK with that. Thank God for giving me a break in the shoveling. Although I need the exercise, I'd rather choose what kind I get and when I feel like participating in it.

Sleep now that it's over. No more reasons for the girls to get excited and lose sleep or wake at 5:00a. We can all relax and enjoy 2009... in bed...

To all my wonderful friends that stop by to check in on my "exciting" life - here's to a new year. 2008 didn't suck, but I think it could get better. I wish a little bit of sunshine into all of your lives for 2009.

Perkless

I got a phone call I wasn't expecting last night. An HR rep from a local company. He pulled my resume out from a job that I applied for back in September. A different position opened up and they thought I may be a good fit. I was a bit surprised that they actually called and asked me to apply. Certainly they must have enough people to choose from these days with all the unemployment out there. But, heck yeah, I'll look into the opportunity.

Sort of funny (but not really) this phone call came at a time of frustration. They handed out Christmas cards at work today... and they were empty. All years past we had received a small bonus, but this time there was a big thank you in green marker. I told the payroll gal that has to hand these out that they should have just saved the money and not bought the cards. Really, who cares? She said they didn't buy them, but found leftovers in the back closet. Now it really seems heartfelt.

I know times are tough and companies are struggling to get by, but they have to show some sort of appreciation to their employees. They skipped raises in June, canceled the summer picnic and Christmas party and now the holiday bonus. What's left? Management said they'd reevaluate raises in January, well that's a few days away. I'm not holding my breath on that one.

I know that I'm lucky to still have an income right now, but all I ask is some sort of incentive to keep us around. Show us that you give a shit whether we're here or not.

Guess I'll just have to go home and blow snow this aft. That's BOUND to make me feel better.

You're in my space

It feels GOOD to be at work today. Really. After getting stuck on Friday and being locked inside with the girls all day yesterday, this is heaven. They even said they were happy to get out this morn. A little too much togetherness, yes indeed. If this keeps up all winter, there may only be two of us left standing by April. I'm not sure who will take out who, it's anyone's guess. All three of us have the potential to lose our cool and go postal.

Like living in paradise

What a fantastic day! It's just beautiful outside, isn't it??

Winner winner chicken dinner

Let's talk about something happy.

Janie went to Oneida yesterday. At 4:00p I hear someone come in the back door. It was her. She walks in, hands me a $100 bill and tells me to do something fun with it. She won a few hundred dollars and wanted to share the wealth. How nice is that?? She wouldn't say how much, but just that it was under $1000. Good for her, and us.

As much as I'd like to spend it all wrapped up in fun, it only took a few hours to find a home for that money. My tax bill just came and I owe $140 more than the mortgage company sent me. Drats.

Kudos to Janie for being in such a grand holiday spirit.

It's all white

I feel as if there's this white elephant in the room and we shouldn't talk about it. Because I'd really rather not... but here goes. Winter sucks.

I don't want to be that person that bitches all winter. I really dislike chronic complainers. As much as I'm trying to bite my tongue, it's hard!

So, I had every intention of going to work today. The kids were all packed up in the car a little after 9:00a and I was going to drop them off by a friend so I could get a few hours in. I figured I would plow through the driveway and deal with snow removal later. What a joke that was. We got stuck at the end of the drive, barely able to get out of the car because my driveway is so narrow and the banks are higher than the car doors. We do get out, but it took me over 1.5 hours to clean the drive and get my car out. I was a little frustrated.

As much as I try to wrap my arms around it, I have a hard time understanding what it is that people like about all this.

And this little piggy went wee, wee, wee all the way home

Well, I made it through the day without spilling or breaking anything. I did smack myself in the eye this morning with the blow dryer and it hurt like hell, but my eye didn't turn purple.

Oh, did I tell you about my near frost bite last night??

I got home a little after 5:00p and had to finish shoveling a section of my drive right in front of the garage. Instead of changing coats, gloves, etc. I just grabbed the shovel when I jumped out of the car. I figured it would take me about 15 minutes. All I had on my hands were those light, stretchy, knit gloves. Very little protection, but I wasn't planning on spending the night sleeping in the backyard, right?

After five minutes my hands were starting to numb. It was getting so bad that I actually grabbed the snow blower and thought I could quickly blow the last section to make this task go faster. When I finished I grabbed my purse, PC and six pack of Mike's out of the car. I could barely carry anything; my hands were starting to hurt.

I got inside, threw everything on the counter and started rubbing my hands. They hurt so bad that it was almost like knives were getting jabbed at them. I turned on a little space heater and tried warming my hands that way, but they throbbed even more as the heat hit them. Then I started getting nauseous and thought I was going to throw up. I sat on the bathroom floor when I started to get dizzy and turned the heater off because the prickling sensation from the heat wasn't helping any. After a few minutes my hands still hurt, but I was able to stand again. I wrapped up in a blanket on the couch and laid there in the dark, afraid to close my eyes for fear of spinning. It was awful! I dozed off and eventually woke about 20 minutes later. I had my hands back.

I can't believe this happened to me from 15 minutes of shoveling. Granted, it was about 10 degrees, but still. You see stories about people that get lost in the mountains for days and they lose fingers and toes. The pain they go through must be absolutely excruciating. What a horrible experience.

I sure learned something. Even though I was right outside my back door and able to warm up, I chose to quickly get the task done. My body is NOT built for the elements and I need to take the time to dress appropriately. Damn.

Where's your head at?

This morning I asked the girls about the mohawk boys. They think the green one is actually better because it's shorter and less ridiculous. Ali said the spiked boy wears it down sometimes, but then it really looks stupid. I can imagine. How very Boy George.

Something I thought of this morning... how does the kid wear a hat?? Surely I would think that takes precedence over looking "cool" when it's below zero outside. I just can't get past this.

I pity the fool

Jules had her holiday concert today. In between kindergarten acts I managed to move up to the front. When they brought all the 2nd grade classes out she ended up standing right in front of me. It was sweet.

I was a little surprised to see that two boys in her class had mohawks. Are you kidding me?? One had a shorter mohawk that was Kermit green. The other, and I still shake my head at this, had one spiked all the way from his forehead to the back of his neck. Why would any parent do this? It must've taken quite a bit of time to do the kid's hair this morn. It was a perfect spike. Besides, didn't mohawks go out in the 80s along with parachute pants??

I'm all for being a free spirit and expressing who you are. That's fine and dandy. I do draw the line when it comes to children. I know from experience that if you give them a little too much independence at a young age it can come back and bite you in the ass when they reach high school. I plan to maintain control of my children's appearance as long as I can.

Don't ask

One of the engineers comes into my office yesterday aft, sits down and says, "Why is your right ear so purple??"

Because I almost ripped it out of my head.

Just shoot me now

The IT area at work has two offices and a server room that are all enclosed. Blair and I each have an office and the server room houses, of course, our servers, plus all network wiring, computer inventory and parts, etc. It's a big room full of crap. We also have a toaster oven and nuker in there so we don't have to walk through the production area each time we want to heat up our lunch. (We are on the opposite side of the building from the rest of civilization.) We even baked cookies in there once; it was fantastic.

Today I was all pumped to have lunch. I made a big batch of chili this weekend and it was probably the best batch I've ever made. Good stuff. I had the last bowl sitting on my desk and decided to warm it up a little after noon. I walk into the server room, get about two feet, and the bowl slips out of my hands. Chili everywhere!! It was on the wall, all over a few PCs and a monitor, certainly all over the floor. And worst of all, the sleeves of my sweater! Damn it.

I just stood there swearing, not sure what to do next. You know how it sort of happens slow-mo and you can't really stop it from happening, but you watch it as if maybe you could have done something??

I was pissed. I grabbed a garbage can, roll of paper towel and started cleaning. By then Blair had come in. He seemed more upset that I had wasted a good bowl of chili than anything.

I did a half-assed job wiping the chili up. It was almost worse than cleaning up after a vomiting child. Yuck. Then I had to clean up the garbage can and throw the arms of my sweater under a faucet.

I get back to my office, heave a deep sigh, and decide that it's better to take my sweater off. The sleeves are hanging down to my knees like I have monkey arms and it's not exactly working for me. I have a T on underneath, so I'll just crank my little heater until it's time to go. I put my glasses on my desk and pull the sweater over my head. The fucking thing gets caught on my right earring and I practically rip my ear in half. I have a mirror on the wall, so I'm trying to unhook the sweater from the earring (it's a little dangly) but you know how it is to do something like that when looking in a mirror? It's all backwards, so whichever direction I pull it really should be the opposite. Not an easy task.

Finally, I lay the soggy sweater on a table and sit down to have my orange. I'm starving. As I'm chewing, a bunch of orange juice runs out of my mouth and down onto the front of my Tshirt. WTF?

The P word

Last night I gave Alison the book about girls growing up. It gives details of the changes their bodies go through and talks about good hygiene, etc. She took a quick look at the table of contents and whispers, "It talks about puberty." I told her to read it over, if not a few times, and then come talk to me when she was ready to discuss it.

So, she has it on the couch as we're watching the Survivor finale. Julia asked what the book was about and I told her she could read it in a few years... don't worry about it. Alison went through the first few sections, pointing out things that she thought I should know, because apparently I've been doing some of these things wrong for 40 years? Surprisingly enough she didn't skip right to the puberty section. Even though it piqued her interest, she started in the beginning with hair, eyes and teeth. Now me, I would have gone right to the back of the book first thing.

I'm on vacation today. Just because. It's the last day I'm able to take vacation before the New Year, so I thought I'd give myself a 3-day weekend. I still have a few days left to roll over into next year. And I always have a list of things to do around here, so the idea of putzing all day sounded quite appealing.

This morn I told the girls they didn't have to make their beds because I'd be changing all the sheets today. After I took them to school and had breakfast I went up to Ali's room. There, lying on her bed, was a note that said, " I heart you!" I thought I was going to cry. She's just the sweetest, most caring little kid. I don't know what I did to deserve her.

Around the watercooler

There was a little happy hour after work last night. I thought about stopping for one or two, but then remembered that I had an online presentation for a class at 6:00p. Just as well... the last thing I need to be doing on a Wed eve is drinking.

Our new HR rep (the previous owner's daughter) sent out an email that this function was not company sponsored, so basically bring your own wallet. Right after that an email came from the CEO (the previous owner's son) stating that he planned on buying drinks for anyone that made an appearance. Guess he showed his sister. He is very much his father's son when it comes to a party.

So I walk in this morn and the Lead Production guy looks like complete ass. He's pitch white with his hoodie up. I hesitate to say anything in fear of insulting him. But, come on... he must know what he looks like. He starts talking about last night. Apparently he closed the bar with the CEO and VP of Operations (my boss). And the LP guy was just in the back of the building, throwing up. Very nice.

So then the VP of Engineering walks by and calls those guys all a bunch of F#ckers. Guess they had a 7:30 mtg this morn and the CEO and VP of O still hadn't shown up yet. Huh.

The CEO ended up paying for pizzas and all drinks from 5:00p to bar close. And the people in this company are all over that. They drink like a school of fish.

Quite the crew I work with, huh? I'm not excluding myself from the group, because I definitely have a good time once in a while... especially when there's open bar. Free drinks always taste better. But on a Wednesday? My week would be shot.

Last ditch effort

Some crazy geriatric practically ran me off the road today. I guess I saw it coming, but still decided to enter at my own risk.

I was tailing her on the way to the ortho. She was hugging the center line like it was her last lemon bar. I knew if I didn't pass that I'd be stuck behind her for a good portion of the drive and I was already pushing getting to my appt. on time. She might have been going 25 in a 35.

The road was narrow, but I went for it anyway. So, I'm just about next to her. The road is quite snow covered and slick yet. She starts pulling to the left, crossing the center line, which leaves me about a foot until I hit the ditch. I laid on the horn in case she didn't see me (because chances seemed pretty good) and saw her mouth, "Watch where you're going." Excuse me?? I'm the one trying to pass your Buick in a legal passing zone as you run me off the road.

I stepped on it and pulled to the right in safety. Blew that old bag right out of the water. This is why there should be mandatory DMV testing after the age of 60.

Nuff said

All I'm going to say is: "Be careful what you wish for."

Bring it on

This is the first time in years that I've wanted the snow to continue ALL NIGHT LONG. I want a massive snow day. I brought work home and am prepared to keep my pjs on tomorrow. Cross fingers.

Can you believe this? Me? I must've slipped on the ice and cracked my head.

All in the family

So today I had lunch with Alison and the X's girlfriend's daughter. She sat next to me and Ali because she probably thinks I'm pretty cool. Smart kid. Plus kids never find any of the divorce/who's dating who thing to be awkward. They're buddies with everyone. Both GF's daughters wave at me and chat when we see each other.

When I left the school I got to thinking just how damn good the X has had it. His current GF and I are both pretty good catches. I mean, overall we're both good people that have our crap together. We're social, fun and great moms to boot. I don't know how he lucked out not just once, but twice in his life. Especially since he doesn't exactly bring a whole lot to the table himself.

And the GF and I get along. We probably talk more socially than any other women in this situation do. We've known each other growing up, which helps, but we also seem to be similar in personality. And we're obviously both grown up enough to make this a decent situation for all involved. Life's just too short to add any more drama that isn't necessary.

Someone asked me this weekend about the X's current situation and whether he remarried. I stated that I would be 100% OK with the idea if he did. He's happier when he's in a relationship and his time with our girls seems to be of better quality. I'd rather he married someone I liked since his second wife will have an influence on my children. It's all good.

Remember that time...

Had my annual Xmas party with the ladies on Saturday eve. There are a dozen of us, 11 made it. While most of us sipped drinks in moderation, there were a select few that overindulged a bit. One of the more comical highlights of the eve was Karri insisting on calling this guy, Roy, that we went to HS with. Roy's locker was next to mine. He wasn't involved in sports, clubs, nothing. I can't really say what he did with himself those four years. The only thing he's known for is making out with his brainy, slightly unattractive GF. They would be all over each other, making it difficult for me to get into my locker at times. Roy and Trisha... ah, the memories.

So, somehow he came up in conversation, probably because Anne kissed him in grade school. Ew. Karri was adamant about calling the guy. She wanted to Google him, even called a male friend of ours that probably hasn't talked to Roy in 20 years, hoping he had Roy's number. What she planned on saying to him, who the heck knows. It's Karri.

The last time I saw anything of Roy was at our 15 yr reunion. People submitted photos for a book that was put together. I think I still have it somewhere. He was standing all cool with a leather jacket over his shoulder. The photo was very Glamour Shots and probably the most talked about that eve.

The best part of this holiday party every year are the stories. Never fails. When you have a large group of women that have known each other since childhood, there are plenty of classic moments to share. Everything from grade school to our first boyfriends to drunken bar adventures in our 20s. Jill breaking her arm at Anne's wedding, me smacking my face into a dresser and getting a black eye because I just peed my mini-skirt and was trying to change, the Liebiden rock that we named after two guys that were very under-endowed, Sara and Big-wave Dave... the list goes on. And the laughs are endless.

Wild times

You know what I like to do? When the snow and slush starts building up and you get those big chunks that hang behind the tires of your car... I like to kick those off.

I won't do it unless I have my boots on, and I won't do it in my own driveway. I usually wait until I'm at the grocery or work or something.

Fun stuff.

Snowbound

I've decided to postpone any vacations this winter due to the economy and my desire to downsize life and build on that nest egg. It's a bummer, because I can see me already. Mid February I'll be sitting at the dining table, surrounded by dark, because it's 4:30pm and sunlight is no longer an option. I'll break out into a crying jag because the snow is up to my waist and I'm tired of being cold and feeling trapped. This happened to me last year and that's when I started planning a trip to Jamaica for the three of us. I wanted to go right in the heart of winter 2009 as a "fuck this" type of vacation. Little did I know that the economy was going to take the dive that it did.

BTW, did you hear that they officially announced we are in a recession? I'm so glad they did, because I really had no clue.

Anyway, it doesn't look like we'll be flying anywhere this winter. The girls will be disappointed, but I'll try to come up with something to make the season more bearable for us all. Yesterday my boss asked if I'd be around at the end of the week because he wanted to plan a meeting. I replied that I'd be around until April... and then drew a heavy sigh.

You're so pretty, oh so pretty...

I couldn't resist. Because I found this on a guy's blog, and not only did it make me smile, but I can hear Lisa laughing out loud. The blogger's comment is below the pic.

Oh God, this is such a dick softener.

Time to go bye-bye

Does anyone really care that it's Britney's 27th birthday? I sure don't. We've been hearing about it for days, and frankly, I liked her better when she was all wacked on crack. She was more her true self and less annoying. Now we have to listen to how she's making such a comeback with that repetitive "Womanizer" noise. I just want to peel my skin off every time I hear that song. It would make the tune less painful.

So, on Yahoo! they listed her 27 biggest moments. I didn't read them, because I could care less, but I sure hope they include the following:

• Losing custody of children
• Showing va-ga-ga to the world
• Shaving head
• Making ass of oneself on awards show
• Being worst-dressed ever
• Realizing there isn't any talent

Just to name a few. Yeah, Brit. Have another one.

'Cause I'm just a girl

I wasn't going to admit this to anyone, but what the hell. I already told Scott and got the exact reaction I expected.

When I was shopping last weekend I saw the $8 jackets they were advertising at Walmart. They had all kinds of fun colors. They're not the thickest coats for being outside in the snow, but more of a late fallish kind of coat, or one that I'd wear to work or go bumming if I planned on spending most of my day inside.

These were Girls' coats, sizes ranging from 4-16. I tried on the XL (14-16) and it fit real nice! Actually a lot better than most of my Women's SM ones do. For once I don't have to roll up the sleeves. So I bought it. I've purchased Girls' large shoes already and some tops. WTH? If they fit, run with it. They're usually cheaper, too.

The best part of this jacket is the big square tag inside the back that says, "This Belongs To:". I can put my name in there in case I ever lose it on the playground. Ha! Rock on with that.

OK, I'm ready

Well, it wasn't a bad Thanksgiving weekend. Ate some turkey, did a little ridiculous 5am shopping the next day and decorated the tree. The girls were thrilled to get some holiday decorations up and I was just happy that they loved it. You know me, I could take or leave the whole season, but I deal with it. After recently watching The Family Stone for the second time, I have to keep reminding myself that those big, fun families where the parents actually enjoy having everyone in the house aren't always reality. (The over-the-top fun loving Breiters excluded.)

To keep up with the spirit that everyone throws upon us, I completed my xmas shopping this weekend and wrapped all the gifts. I even bought new St. Nick stockings for the girls with their initials on them. Go KB.

And now I sit and wait for the parties to start. Glasses of holiday cheer to all.

Did I mention that I was up uber early this morn to blow snow? Love this season.

The life of a temp

I'm bummed. I found this great job opportunity, but then received an email that the position was being put on hold. So I didn't expect anything to ever come of it. Besides the fact that there are probably a hundred people applying for each open position these days. I was just one of many and would probably get overlooked.

Then yesterday aft I receive a call from this guy that says he's all excited about my resume. He loves some of the experience I have and wants me to talk with him. He double checked with HR and the hiring of this position was back on. Not only was I surprised to hear back from this company, but so soon.

Here's the deal, though. It's more of an internship. They're looking for someone that is currently acquiring their business degree (that's me), has strong skills in Access, writing reports and a background in Operations (that's me) and is looking to get into more of a supply chain environment after graduation. So, I'm good with all this, but the job isn't permanent. It runs full time from January through August.

I can't take this job and hope that something else pops up in August. That would be completely irresponsible of me. I have little mouths to feed. The economy could be improving by then, but it could also get worse. If the unemployment rate soars even higher I'd be doomed. I can't take the risk.

I really want this job and the experience would be fantastic, not to mention a great in with this company, but it would only make sense if I had a second salary to count on. This guy understands my situation, but I think he really wants me to consider. He called a second time last night and sent me an email. I'm bummed.

Like picking teams on the playground

So they've announced the new economic team for Obama's term. There's a lot of responsibility riding on these people. Their tasks will include the new potential stimulus package, job creation and the overall state of our economy, among other things. While I might be excited to be part of this team (what an honor), I'd also be afraid of fucking things up.

The titles of some of the team members are as follows:

The New York Federal Reserve President
Treasury secretary under former President Bill Clinton
Former Harvard University President
U.C. Berkeley professor of economics

We're talking about some smart people. Could you imagine ever holding such a title as the Federal Reserve President? That's big stuff. I think I'd have a better chance of becoming Leonardo's costar in his next big film.

The job that doesn't pay

I haven't spent much time around "little ones" lately besides a small handful of friends' children. Being in the elementary school the last few days for conferences and the book fair has been a real eye opener for me. The diversity in levels of advancement for the 4-5 age group is so broad. One 4K girl was very articulate and able to write her name when I asked her what it was. She practically snagged the pencil out of my hand. Then there was a kindergarten girl that was painfully difficult to understand. It's almost as if she has a toddler-accent. Not to be mean, but when she talked I couldn't make the words out. Especially when she told me her name and tried to spell it. She spoke at a 2-yr old level.

It made me sad. I think I remember what my children were like at that age and we had clear conversations. They spewed out words that I used on a daily basis. My girls were not freak geniuses by any means, but in 3-yr preschool they knew letters, colors, all the stuff necessary to function as a little kid. And their teachers were impressed by their vocabulary and how clear their speech was. This kindy girl I talked to sounded as if she had a wad of cotton in her mouth. Every time she spoke I said, "What? What?"

Learning begins at home, big time. You can't raise your child without any scholastic skills and expect a kindy teacher to transform them into some sort of brainiac with their magic wand. It all has to start at home. Books are like special smart pills. Give your toddler a couple and it's amazing how they'll react once they have them.

Parents need to take more responsibility for their children's education. I think there are plenty that drop their kids off and leave it to the professionals. Sure, they may be the best people to teach my girls how to do this new fangled math that never existed in the 80s or the difference between the ecosystems (because I hated science as a kid and due to skating through it I learned nothing). Teachers have been educated to teach these things. But, I still have to take time out of my crazy schedule and make sure they're practicing spelling words or using their math skills as part of every day life. And when we're talking about toddlers... there couldn't be a more crucial time period for learning.

OK, I'll get off my soap box now. It's just disheartening to see some of these kids so much further behind their classmates. I can only imagine it will escalate as years go by.

I don't see it

First of all, I don't really know who this guy is. I couldn't tell you if I've seen anything he's done. *After checking the IMDb I see that maybe one or two of his movies were viewed at my house, but he only had voice parts (Happy Feet). So yeah, I don't know him.

He's attractive enough, but the sexiest man alive? I guess it's all in the eyes of the beholder. Men that I am absolutely in love with may not necessarily turn your crank, and vice versa. Take Leonardo, for instance. He has a boyishness about him, but he's hot as hell. And I've always thought Richard Gere had a quiet sexiness about him. Don't even get me started on Lenny K.

Point is that there isn't one sexiest man. It's a ridiculous title and it should be based more on the whole person, not just appearance. If it is on appearance alone, I don't think this Hugh guy should have won.

And no offense to Brad, but come on. He's saving the world, and I give huge props to him for doing a heck of a job, but haven't we seen enough of him on this annual cover? He's just OK. Plus he's too busy building houses and feeding children to care about this nonsense.

Vehicular tribulations

A few random thoughts today. Because as meaningless as it may be sometimes, I always have something to say.

I filled up the tank at $1.99 last night. If someone had told me back in June that this was going to happen, I would have laughed in their face. It's almost becoming a game for me... finding the best price. My Q-mart is always 8-10 cents higher than the Pig. Definitely worth the drive down the road. Q-mart may have better doughnuts and coffee, but that's all they got going for them right now. That, and convenience when I run out of gas with the snowblower and I have to truck across the street in my flannel pjs.

I almost hit a deer last night. I know I'm not the first to have this happen, but this one was probably closer to my car than anyone else's ever was. Really. I'm driving down PP and the doe jumps right out, across the street. There was this flash of darkness in my windshield, like the lights went out. Here it was a big mass of brown fur. She came out of the subdivision and leaped across, scaring the living hell out of me. I was watching the road, but sort of leaning back, talking to Jules. She saw it too and after I put my heart back into my body she told me that her dad had seen that same deer! She said it with such energy... it was cute.
I would have been extremely upset if I would've hit it. The last thing I need right now is my vehicle smashed up. We were so close; I think there's some fur stuck to the headlights.

A new love

I'm not the biggest sweets person. I don't keep chocolate in my house or order dessert when eating out. Besides cheesecake, I could pretty much take or leave the sugar. That was until I discovered Peppermint Jo-Jos this weekend. I had already finished my shopping at Trader Joe's and went back in a second time with Sue after we ate. She had never been there and wanted some tips on what to buy. As she was checking out I noticed an open box of cookies on the counter. I tried one and they were delicious. An oreo-ish sandwich cookie with little pieces of peppermint candy in the filling. Such a simple concept, but so damn good. I grabbed a box from the display and decided they were a must have. On the way out I grabbed one more sample cookie for the road.

I'm afraid to open the box at home because they'll be gone faster than I can get my flannel and slippers on. The girls saw the box, so they know they exist. If I take the box to work to prevent sharing... it won't go over very well. These things are just good.

I love the little circle peppermint candies and have a bowl of them on my desk as we speak. All peppermint all the time. I must get back to TJ's for more.

Quiet time

Right now I'm exactly where I like to be on cold, dark nights. At home.
After work I did my grocery shopping (chicken breasts were $1.99/lb and DCoke, $5.50/case). I put everything away, did the dishwasher, got my bills done (you know, because I enjoy it) and had my flannel pants and slippers on by 5:00p. It was sweet. I have plenty of other tasks to complete around here, but I've decided to take some time to watch recorded Grey's and read my book. Because I deserve it, damn it.

I promised the girls I'd pick up some books at the library for them tomorrow morn, and then I'm headed to Mke. I have 3-4 things on my holiday list for the girls yet, so I'll shop some stores before I meet my friend, Sue, for a late lunch. Sue is Carol's sister. I was very fortunate to have made the connection with her when Carol and I were building our friendship. Little did I know how similar those two ladies were and soon I started to communicate via email with Sue, as well. Being two of the people closest to Carol, we leaned on each other often and formed our own friendship along the way as we shared our feelings and disappointments. I think we had a few virtual crying jags together. Lucky for me, we stay in touch and talk life whenever possible. Seeing Sue keeps part of Carol's spirit alive for me, and I hope I do the same for her.

It's a good weekend.

Leaving on a jetplane

Janie flew out to Napa this morning. She's spending a week in CA, babysitting for my niece, Tallulah. Tracy and Mike are going to CO for her 20 yr AF Academy reunion. So, they sent Grandma a ticket to stay at the house and watch the little yard ape. My mom was looking forward to spending the solo time with Tallulah. We've only seen her a handful of times and I'm sure it's fun to play with a little one again. She 2 1/2 and my sister hasn't attempted potty training yet. My mom said she was going to train the kid before Tracy came back. Wouldn't that be something?? I told Janie that she's really going to be appreciating my two girls when she returns back home after a week of diapers and screaming. She agreed.

My mom and I talk daily, so it's weird for me when she leaves like this. Just a few minutes ago I was going to pick up the phone and call her, for no particular reason. She's our Grandma and we're not used to sharing her!

There's no I in team

I'm a little pissed off right now. I have a group paper/presentation that is due at the end of the month and two of the four team members disappeared. It's an online class, so I've never met these people and sort of got put on the team randomly. One gal, Trisha, and I have been staying in touch and working on our parts. There are two Jennifers that just disappeared. They don't respond to emails from me or the instructor and although I'm starting to sound like a naggy bitch, I'm beyind caring anymore. I currently hold a 99% in this course from hell (which includes all tests, assignments, etc.) and I refuse to lower my grade because of some idiot that won't do their part. I hate group projects, for this reason alone. I'm too organized and on top of crap to work with other people when I can get it done myself in an efficient manner. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but come on.

One reason I'm doubley annoyed is because this class sucks and I want it over. Information Security Principles - who cares. The instructor likes to hand out an assload of work and then bore us to tears each week with online chat sessions where she quotes straight from the book. I'm keeping up with it all and biting the bullet. All that's left is this paper and now I have Jennifers MIA. My guess is that they're 20 yrs old and someone else is paying for their courses.

Long time no see

Guess who I ran into in the school parking lot last night?? Kitty! Haven't seen her skanky face since March. I recognized her instantly, even in the dark. The big faux ponytail was hanging out!

She was clomping towards the path in the highest heels I've ever seen. I decided to catch up with her and say hi. Not because we like each other, but because I figured she'd have something interesting to say. She's such a tough, pool-playing bar bitch. You never know what'll come out of her mouth.

She was going to speech class. They are doing "how to" speeches. Guess what she was doing hers on?? How to apply makeup! Big surprise there. You know, because she's a makeup artist and all. Just what she needs to do... bore the hell out of 20 more people. She said she was hoping to find a gal in her class that was willing to wash their face and be her dummy, but she wasn't sure if that would happen. Yeah, because they all want to walk out of class that night looking like the whore that painted their face. Don't think so.

Call me crazy

I got a letter from my bank this weekend. They're offering a deal for the month of December. I can skip my loan payment if I want. I'm sure they're considering this a nice gesture with the economy as it is and all. Gives the peeps extra money for Christmas gifts, I suppose. But, part of this deal is that there's a $30 processing fee, plus you'll still have interest tacked on for the month, which will lower the amount you actually pay on your loan in January. Somehow this doesn't seem much of a deal to me.

When it comes to paying my debt I'm sort of a freak of nature. I never skip payments even if it's allowed and I certainly wouldn't pay to skip one. WTF? I tend to put extra down if possible, even if it means having less for spending money that period. I pay off bills early that don't accumulate interest. Why, you ask? Because I don't like having them. Like the braces or assorted medical bills. You can put down $20 a month if you want and ride it out forever. As long as you contribute they can't yell at you. And if there's no interest, who cares?? Well, I do. If I owe it, I pay it. I like a clean, debt-free slate.

This skip they are offering is only allowing consumers to get themselves into more trouble. Go shopping next month and forget about your bills! Charge gifts on that card! I understand that some people are unemployed and going through real horrific times. I do. I just don't feel that this is a good procedure for practicing responsibility with finances. But hey, I'm the nut case that enjoys paying my bills, so what do I know?

Crystal clear

Well, the anniversary dinner went off without a hitch. Not.

The parents arrived at 4:00p. We had a drink and talked a bit as I was in and out of the kitchen. The girls shared stories about their week's experiences and my parents were enjoying it. I had dinner ready a little before 5:00p because I knew everyone would be hungry and the comfortable hanging-out stage probably wouldn't last long if my dad had anything to do with it. Boy, was I on the money.

Everyone shoveled their food in and by 5:15p my dad was talking about how tired he was. He wanted to go home. I was the last to finish dinner. A - because I wasn't in any rush and B - they all started eating before I even entered the dining room. Not kidding.

So, in the next 10 minutes he mentions how tired he is again, and again. All that was racing through my mind was "go home then". And that's what he did. Or attempted to do. He said his good-byes at 5:30p and left to walk home, even after the girls begged him to stay. As pissed as I was for his rude behavior, I was also glad that he was out of the picture and my mom could now relax and spend time with the girls. Two minutes later he comes back in because it's raining. My mom told him to go sit in the chair for a while if he wanted because she wasn't ready to leave. He got all pissy and demanded that she leave now. And they did. It was this mad rush out, I'm not even sure they addressed me when they left the kitchen. My mom knew exactly what I was thinking at the time and probably didn't want any additional conflict.

I'm not sure why I continue to put myself in these situations. I never learn. Even though I can predict the outcome, I still insist on the idea that this time might be different. The disappointment that my girls experience is just another reminder that we're better off without. Next year they will get a card in the mail and I'm done with it. No more gatherings at my house. If my dad can't handle leaving his house for more than an hour to spend time with the only family he has left in the area, then that's how it will be. The three of us will just pick up Grandma and take her out for dinner next time.

It's now clear who deserves the bigger medal.

That's more like it

This morning I filled up for $2.21/gallon. I don't know when that last happened. I remember in Sept. of 2005 when I went to New York. When calling home a friend told me that they worried about prices going up, almost reaching $3.00. We thought that was absolutely crazy and here we are now experiencing all kinds of roller coaster rides with the pump.

The last time I filled up I was all excited about getting it for $2.70. Each time we see it drop it's as if we should quick grab some gas because it's going to take a turn for the worse tomorrow... and it doesn't. There I go jinxing everyone.

And the winner is

So my parents have their 45th anniversary this weekend. Can you imagine being with the same person for that long?? They've definitely hit some real rough patches along the way, but they survived it all and I give them credit. If I were married to either one of them I would've kicked them to the curb years ago, but that's just me.

I offered to bring dinner to their house to celebrate. Figured my dad wouldn't have to go anywhere then and leave his comfort zone. I'm not being a smart ass, I was actually trying to be nice. My mom suggested they come to my place for dinner instead and even got the OK from dad, so that's the plan. They are 100% meat and potatoes people, so beef tips and mashed pots it is. I'll whip up a loaf of bread in the machine, slow cook the beef and wah-lah. No slaving over the hot stove for me.

As dysfunctional as our little family of four is (and that definitely includes my sister), my parents have been there for me a number of times and I owe them. Being a single mom, my mother has helped a ton with the girls so I could go to school or attend a gathering with friends... she's never said no. They took us in for a month when I was divorcing and had nowhere else to live, and even though it was the longest month of my life, I couldn't have done it without them. There are more days than I can count where we get on each others nerves, but I know I'm not innocent. I add a little bit of dysfunction to the family, as well. Not nearly as much as the other three members do, but just a little.

So, congrats to Dennis and Janie for sticking it out all these years. I'm not sure who deserves the bigger medal.

Step right up

I'll keep my comments about the election brief. I'm not a Democrat or Republican, probably sway a little more towards the liberal side actually. But I will say that I am pleased with the outcome of Election 08. I don't expect the world to be a better place by next week, but I'm highly optimistic that we'll see some good come out of Obama's term in office.

One thing that was nice to see was the number of young voters that came out. I had a conversation about this with a friend at work this morn. Our generation didn't give a crap about politics or where the world was headed when we were in high school. We had other priorities. These days the young people seem to be more involved and ready to fight for a cause. I like that. They're concerned about their future, the global environment and world peace. Some of them may be off at college partying like there's no tomorrow, but there are a lot of young adults that aren't. Kudos to them.

Royalty

I started a new class last night. It's only one credit, which totals to four evenings. No biggie. The 25 yr old gal that sat next to me is already driving me nuts. She's no Kitty, but she talks like a damn idiot. I don't have enough fingers and toes to count how many times she says "like" whenever she opens her mouth. I've probably voiced my opinion on this in the past, but I'll do it again, because it's one of my biggest peeves. The word "like" is not needed in every sentence multiple times, or even once for that matter. I stop my kids all the time when they do it because I don't want them growing up with poor, ditsy girl English. This Sara chick is going to take me over the edge. And the kicker - she told us that she was accepted to Marquette Law School right out of high school and turned it down. Um yeah. And I'm like the Queen of England, because like, I am.

It's time

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fX40RsSLwF4&feature=channel

Just treats

Well, my Halloween wasn't the usual. While the afternoon was eventful, I'll fast forward to the eve where it gets better. I met a few friends from school at Antonio's. Got there about 8:30ish. Chad (the cowboy engineer) came with his girlfriend and a few buddies. They're all about mid 20s. Dallas (the psychic) came with his wife. They're around my age.

The place started filling up and the costumes were plentiful. I was the only loser in the group not dressed up, of course. Some of the costumes were very impressive, some lacking a little taste. This one guy was wearing a red furry top that had no arms and only went low enough to cover his chest. It had an Elmo head on top. His middle section was completely exposed and he was wearing red spandex. Not much left to the imagination. On his stomach in black marker it said "Tickle Me". The kicker was that he was completely wasted. What a sight this guy was, it still makes me smile.

Then, this couple walks in as Adam and Eve. They were young, both smaller people. I would guess they were 90% naked, only covering what was absolutely necessary. The chick, no shit, had tiny leaves covering her nipples and that was it! She was walking around bare breasted and everyone was watching her. Granted they're just boobs, but still. I kept asking people if that was legal. You should have seen the number of people taking their pictures, it was like a photo shoot. I did give her credit, because obviously she is very comfortable with her body, but I almost felt embarrassed for her. And they must have been freezing!

I met two of Elmo's buddies at the bar. Mario bought me a drink and I ran into his friend, the big pink bunny. Bunny started telling me how he keeps going and going and going and the only response I could come up with was, "Well, good for you!"

So, we're all hanging out, having some beers, and Dustin (Chad's friend) asks me to dance. He was dressed as a Blues Brother. It wasn't the best tune (The Outfield), but I figured, WTH. We cruised around on the floor for a while and he keeps telling me to pick my fav dance tune and he'll request it for me. I had no clue what to pick and frankly wasn't so in the dancing mood at the time. It must have shown. Somehow we got talking about age and he asks mine. I've learned never to give it out, so I play the game for them to guess. He says 32. I thanked him for being so kind and said I was actually 33. He told me I definitely didn't look it and we keep dancing. I'm 40 years old and this 25 yr old guy doesn't even think I look 33?? He must be flattering me. He seemed like a real player, totally after one thing. I eventually told him I was done for now and instead of following me off the dance floor he sticks around and starts looking for someone else to side up to. Later he asks if I picked my song yet... I blew him off.

It gets better. Even though there are a few years between us, I was totally digging Chad's friend, Ben. Nice looking guy, great smile and he's smart. Graduated with a degree in math and is an actuary. Smart guys are hot. He's tall with a nice build... dressed as a samurai guy. I was into it. We talked quite a bit and it seemed as if we both were making efforts to stand by each other in the crowd. A few times he'd put his arm around me, but it was done in a polite way when we were talking and I was good with it. Dallas kept pushing me into Ben (obnoxious efforts at matchmaking) and I was close to bitch slapping him. Not sure how many times I apologized for that, but Ben stuck close by my side. I have no clue if he knows my age, but if he does, he sure doesn't seem to care.

At midnight I decided that it was time to head out. I needed sleep and the smoke was killing me. I said my good-byes and told Ben how nice it was to meet him. On my way home I called Chad's cell and left him a message. I said something like this: "Hey, Cowboy. It was great to see you again. You're buddy Ben, he's adorable. Love him. Catch ya later."

Should I be 100% embarrassed, or no? It was all flirty and fun. What could really come of it? Does age matter? I guess for me it does to a point. A few years is one thing... who cares. A few more starts wedging in generation gaps. Besides liking math and beer, what else could we have in common?

One thing's for sure. I forgot how fun it is to go out on Halloween. The costumes are entertaining as hell and people are just having fun. I may have to consider this again next year.

Boo

Happy Halloween to all, by the way. I almost forgot. While I did wear a pumpkin pin and Ali's cool bracelet today, it's not exactly one of my fav holidays. It's for the kids, and that's great, but I'm not big on scary crap. I don't put cobwebs in my windows (on purpose), watch horror flicks or play recordings of loud screams when people walk by my house. I'm more the flower/butterfly type.

I can probably count the times I dressed in costume as an adult on one hand. And I can remember handing candy out to kids once (we're never home). I'm not a Halloween scrooge, just not "into it". I'll do whatever I can to assure that my girls have fun and that's all that matters.

For all of you hitting the streets tonight... be careful out there.

He said, she said

Note to self: Avoid talking politics.

No matter who brings it up, the conversation gets hairy. We all have different opinions and beliefs, and that's what makes us unique and this world so interesting. We're also passionate about different things. It doesn't pay to try convincing someone to go along with what you believe in. We are this way because of how we were raised or past experiences.

We all need to agree that it's OK to like different candidates. This is America.

Isn't it ironic

Brenda called me last night. The great-grandpa that died on the ship is true! Grace told the story at "show and tell" on Tuesday and that's why Julia shared with us yesterday at breakfast. It wasn't the Titanic though, but the Edmund Fitzgerald.

So, apparently I gave Julia way too much credit thinking she came up with that story on her own while the Titanic ad was running on the radio. Cracks me up. Talk about timing on her part.

As far as the Edmund Fitzgerald... my fav Gordon song ever.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down-
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee-

Thanks to Brenda and her family I learned a little bit of history today. I did my research this morn on the ship and now know the whole story.

I sleep at night

Remember that position that I applied for but later found out it was 3rd shift? They called me. The conversation was brief. I could have used the interview experience... maybe next time.

Up in smoke

So I had this dream last night. The girls were going on a field trip and a lot of us parents were going along. Right before we got on the bus I decided to get high. I was hiding the smoke and everything. (How ridiculous is this?) One of the moms gave me Visine before I boarded to mask the eyeballs. Some of the parents started to talk while we were cruising on the bus. Although they never straight out accused me, they knew that "someone" was doing drugs and one lady even tried to snatch my purse.

Later in the dream we were running down this road to catch up with the rest of the group and the harder we ran the more difficult it became. You know how there's this force that prevents you from reaching your destination? I was clawing my way down the sidewalk, grasping at street poles, trying to move. It was awful.

I guess that's what I deserve for smoking pot on an elementary school field trip. What was I thinking?

Historic fib

Over breakfast this morning Julia tells us a story about her friend, Grace. Apparently Grace's great-grandfather died on a ship. He was even Captain of that ship. Alison started to doubt the story and Julia was adamant about it.

A: I'm going to ask Lauren (Grace's sister).

J: She doesn't know about it.

Me: Why would Grace know the story and not Lauren?

J: She just does.

As this conversation started to wind down I heard talking on the radio. It's an advertisement for the Titanic exhibit at the Milwaukee Public Museum. What a little shit.

A penny saved

I've been contemplating alternate forms of income. Something supplemental to help build the savings up. I don't need spending money for groceries or gas. What I want is to stash as much extra money away as possible. With the economy as it is I figure I either need to put away for that rainy day when I may be unemployed, or if I'm fortunate enough for that to never happen, use that money for our future. I have three people to get through college and it ain't cheap.

The quickest and easiest way (although lowest on moral standards) would be prostitution. Seeing as how I have rules on who I'll have sex with, that probably isn't going to happen. Other ideas that come to mind are weekend bartending or part-time jobs for companies that want fill-in people. A job with tips would make most sense since my sparkling personality is bound to fill the pocket with change. :o) I only have two weekends a month where I'm available, though, so that's something else to consider.

With financial stability as my priority for the future, I'd rather work my ass off now so I can be comfortable later. If that means giving up social or home time when the girls are gone, so be it. I just need to find the right opportunity.

I wish I would have thought of all this when in my 20s. Priorities back then included corner taverns and road trips. I could use a few do-overs.

Why sentence structure is important

The visual of Mary standing there all hung made me smile.

The boss had to fire somebody, and he narrowed it down to one of two people, Mary or Jack. It was an impossible decision because they were both super workers. Rather than flip a coin, he decided he would fire the first one who used the water cooler the next morning. Mary came in the next morning with a horrible hangover after partying all night. She went to the cooler to take an aspirin.

The boss approached her and said: "Mary, I've never done this before, but I either have to lay you or Jack off ."

"Could you jack off?" she says......"I feel like shit."

Jennifer who?

What's all the to-do about Jennifer Hudson? When did she become so famous and news worthy? I'm not saying that her family story isn't tragic, because I surely wouldn't wish her current situation on anyone. It just seems that she climbed that star ladder awfully fast.

It sounds like she had somewhat of a rough childhood and was very close with her family. Her dad was gone at an early age and her mother raised the kids in southern Chicago. The story of the recent murders is sad, to say the least, but have you seen pics of the bro-in-law that is suspect in the killings? Not to judge a book by its cover, but...

Her mother and brother are gone and now breaking news on MSNBC is that they found the body of the missing nephew. It's a horrific time for Jennifer, but why is this story on the front page of the news and plastered all over every website and network? She was on American Idol (didn't win) and landed a role in Dreamgirls. I haven't seen it, but apparently she won an Oscar for the performance. Based on that, I was surprised by her part in Sex and the City. It wasn't that great. She seemed to be struggling with it and wasn't the natural that they depicted her to be. Now she has a role coming out in The Secret Life of Bees. I'm curious to see how that one goes for her.

I give her credit. She's come a long way from the slums of Chicago to Hollywood, but she's still a smaller supporting actress. It's not as if the family of Oprah has been murdered. It's Jennifer Hudson, a name that many people don't even know. Just doesn't seem national news to me.

We're all in this together

Tomorrow afternoon we are doing something that I normally wouldn't consider. I'm taking the girls and friends to High School Musical 3 at the theatre. Not only do I not do opening weekends at the theatre, but I don't go to the theatre very often, period. Once in a while it's fine for something to do, but the prices are ridiculous and I'm very content with getting my movie out of the mailbox and plopping down on my couch with a blanket. The girls are excited and that's what counts.

I'm blaming this little adventure on Lisa. It was her idea. Not that she twisted my arm or anything, but I wouldn't be doing it if she hadn't brought it up. I'll admit that I like some of the tunes, but a crowded theatre of screaming prepubescent girls... could be a real hoot. I'm in it for the popcorn.

The kid's got a point

Got this little story in an email this morning. While I never pass these things on, this one made me smile. What a smart kid to handle the situation this way. Reminded me of Alison.

Why Parents Drink

A mother passing by her son's bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then she saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to 'Mom'. With the worst premonition she opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter.

Dear Mom:
It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with you and Dad. I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice. But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercings, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am. But it's not only the passion...Mom she's pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children.

Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. Weʼll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy. In the meantime we will pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Stacy can get better. She deserves it. Don't worry Mom. I'm 15 and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren.

Love, Your Son Paul

P.S. Mom, none of the above is true. I'm over at Dustin's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report card that's in my center desk drawer. I love you. Call me when it's safe to come home.

Emily Post says so

In my book there's nothing worse than listening to someone else eat. Drives me bat shit crazy. Being in the same room with someone that has poor eating habits will literally take my appetite away. Whether it's smacking, slurping, chomping with open mouth or all of the above... I have a very low tolerance for any of it. Crunching down on a chip is one thing; that's impossible to avoid. Eating softer foods without manners is completely annoying.

Now put a person in another room. If you can still hear them smacking they should have all food taken away from them for three days (or longer) until they learn how to eat like an adult.

And you know what? If you're that freakin hungry where you have to eat like a savage tearing the flesh off a wild animal with its teeth, then have a damn snack inbetween meals.

You're gonna make it after all

I've been filling up on supplement vitamins lately. I have a history of low iron and feel like a slug by the end of day. Maybe the slug part is normal when you're constantly on the go, but I'm not getting any younger and can use any vitamins I can get. And the last few times I attempted to give blood I was denied, partially because of the low iron. So I'm taking the "one daily" crap after lunch and extra iron in the eve. It hasn't affected my inner operations like I thought it might, so that part is cool. I got all messed up when I was PG and taking iron, but what part of your body isn't modified when with child? Seriously. We never recover.

Oddly enough it seems as if I'm more beat up at the end of the eve than usual these days. I can't keep my eyes open by 9:00. I thought the supplements would have me skipping through the day, throwing my hat in the air like Mary TM. Instead I'm doing head bobs when I sit down at night. I think someone slipped me a few mickeys.

GPS needed

The last few times I came out of Walmart I couldn't find my car. Just happened again last night. You're probably thinking "what kind of delirium is she walking around in?", but honestly, could they make it a bit more confusing? There used to be one door to enter and exit. None of this multiple door business in case you wanted to hit the pharmacy first or the grocery section first. I usually park a tad off the beaten path so I'm not in the hub of traffic and go in the nearest door. Apparently when I check out at whatever register is open, the door I choose for my exit isn't the same one where I came in. So then I walk down an aisle and roam left or right to find the Honda. I know it's not like I'm parked in the heart of Lambeau or anything, but those damn multiple doors get me every time. I'm just saying.

Open the cookbooks

I did a lot of eating out this weekend and I'm not proud of myself. Not that I eat out often, because I really don't, but this weekend was every day. Friday night I grabbed a bite after a work happy hour, Saturday eve I helped a friend with his resume and we went out for dinner and a drink after and Sunday I picked up some wings because I promised the girls a football snack night.

I try to focus on grocery shopping with a budget and making home-cooked meals that will last us an extra day or two. I'm all about leftovers and the ease of a microwave. During the week we usually eat at home, plus I bring a lunch to work every day, resisting the idea of running for something quick at noon. It's a huge cost savings to BYO and so much healthier to boot. The weekends are my weakness. We tend to get busy in the afternoon and the desire to cook is about nill. That's something I have to work on.

With the economy as it is and food prices soaring (I couldn't believe the price of boneless chicken on Saturday) I am extra conscious of how we eat and where I shop. It's one area where we can easily trim a bit off the checkbook without noticing a huge change in lifestyle. Part of the fun of dining is making the dinner together. The girls like to help me cook, set the table and "serve". Not only are we saving money, but also spending quality time together as they learn a little about working in the kitchen. It's all good.

There was a crooked oven that had a crooked door

So I ordered a new oven and they delivered it last week. They had to take my back door off to get it in, put the cord on, level it... all that crap. It's all white and clean and the excitement kicked in. After the guys left my mom sees that the oven door doesn't shut tight. It sticks out funny on the left side. It appears to be sealed, but I'm not going to keep a brand new oven with a flaw. Leave it to Janie to be Debbie Downer, bursting my happiness bubble.

I called the owner of the company back and they're ordering me a new one. He said it was OK to use as is, so I'm making pizza finally after a few weeks of going without. One up side of the flaw is that next week I'll have another clean oven. I have to say that even with the door a bit funky I like this one much better than my other 3-yr old Amana. This is a Maytag and worth the couple extra bucks. First thing I noticed is that is heats up much faster. It's a noticeable difference, one that should make the girls happy when they're whining about when dinner will be done.

Leave it alone

The other day some strong winds kicked in overnight and one of the monster trees in my backyard regurgitated leaves everywhere. We couldn't even see the grass or driveway. The winds were howling out of the west, so it also littered my two neighbors' yards on the east side of me. I felt bad, but it's nature, right?

Am I responsible for those leaves because they came from my tree? Possession is 9/10 of the law, so technically they own them now. If I had to rake all three of our yards every time a breeze came by I'd have blistered hands and no time. It would be a circular process, constantly moving to one yard, then another, then back to the first yard again. After this monster tree with the yellow leaves sheds and I get everything all cleaned up the monster maple right next to it sheds about a week or two later. It becomes quite the fall project, although we don't mind it on a crisp, sunny day.

So, anyway, there was a little bit of guilt involved with the leaves even though I can't fool or control Mother Nature. I sucked up all of Bob's leaves next to me because he's disabled and it's really the right thing to do. I didn't take care of Scott's leaves. He's strong and able and has two grown children living in the house. They can handle it.

The irritating (yet fun) part of it all was Julia. Go figure. Every time I'd get a good pile together to vacuum up she'd plow through it all and roll around like a wiggly puppy. Kids.

Details

I found a job online that I thought had some possibilities. I knew I could handle the responsibilities, but it was all a matter of whether my resume said I could. So I modified it a tad (not making things up, just rewording my experience) to create a better fit for the position. It appears to be a good company, so I submitted my resume and cover letter on their corporate website.

Today I found the position on one of those career websites and it listed third shift! Sort of an important detail to leave out of the posting on the corporate site, don't ya think?? Now I'm hoping they don't call me, but if they do I'll just have to explain my findings. I'd like to stay eligible for future positions there.

Back to the ole drawing board.

Pick your poison

I have come to the point where I can't even have a few drinks over a Packer game with friends without feeling it the next day. I can count the number of drinks I had yesterday on one hand, plus I ate snacks and a burger. Still, I am not myself today. It may have something to do with the fact that I woke at midnight and was unable to fall asleep again until sometime after 3:00a. That'll make anyone a bit sluggish. But still, what a big Sally I am. Only 40 yrs old and a few rum and sours take me down.

You should see me when I start to lose count. I'm a useless POS for about two days. That and the fact that I look like someone just ran over me with a dump truck. This is why I have altered my lifestyle over the years and become much more the conservative drinker, if you will. Time is of the essence and wasting what little I have isn't very appealing anymore. I guess I could stop drinking altogether, that's a thought. Fact is, I actually like the way some of it tastes.

Shave and a haircut

I just remembered that I have my annual exam tomorrow aft. Which means that I'll have to get up 15 minutes early to shave my legs. Some days there's nothing fun about being a woman.

Untidy bowl

You know you're slacking on the housework when your seven year old walks out of the bathroom and offers to clean the toilet for you.

In with the new

The girls have been asking for mp3 players for quite some time now. Last year I told Ali to forget it. This year I've decided to get the players and told them to put it on their Santa list. I spent many an hour searching online, reading reviews and comparing costs. I want inexpensive players that are good quality, with all necessary features and that use all music file formats. I think I found the perfect player that meets these requirements. Heck, I even got free shipping on them.

Here's the thing. They're better than the one I have. Mine works fine, but it's quite a few years old and doesn't have some of the features that theirs do. Plus, mine cost more back in the day. We all know how technology gets more affordable in time. You always get more bang for your buck. Alison also has a nicer digital camera than I do. I ended up using hers last summer on our vacation and wouldn't let the poor kid have it back, because hers took better shots! Again, my two cameras are 7 and 3 years old.

How do these kids rate?? When I was their age I remember holding a big cassette player up to the radio so I could record music and make mix tapes. You had to time it perfectly so you didn't get the DJ talking inbetween. Real quality music there.

The long route home

Here's a real bummer. The liquor store is no longer on my way home. For those long days where I could really use a relaxant when I got home... it's no longer convenient. Not to sound like a lush or anything. I'm just saying.

The money tree

Not much to chat about today, besides that I'm currently downing some homemade lasagna and it's good... thank you very much. And what is a chunk of lasag without garlic bread, right?

I've been feeling real melancholy the last few days. Not actually depressed, but more mellow. I've had some laughs and smiles, but not much seems to excite me. I'm still in sort of a funk with the economy and this company I work at. I know, I know, I need to get over it. But every time I turn on the TV there is yet another story about the market crashing or a company going under. I can't control it, but I worry. Weakness of mine.

House Hunters last night had a couple that lived in NM, about an hour outside of Albuquerque. They had this huge, gorgeous house in the mountains and decided to buy a second home in Oregon on the beach. The second home was smaller than the first, but still larger than mine. It was adorable and it was on the beach. It sold for about $500k.

My thoughts (because I always have something to say): He is an accountant and she is a social worker of some sort. Where do they get this kind of cash?? Granted, NM definitely isn't the most expensive place to live. My sister used to have a home in Alamogordo and it was huge, beautiful and reasonably priced. This couple also didn't appear to have children, a huge life savings right there. I'm guessing they were in their late 40s or so. I didn't think accountants made that much money, at least not by the research I've done when career searching. They do OK, but most aren't bringing in six digits. Second, don't social workers mostly work for non-profits, which have little money for salaries? I couldn't figure out how they did this last night. I know nothing of their financial history or how they've gotten to where they are today, so I'm sure there's much more to the story. He's probably a hell of an investor and she probably turns tricks on the side.

Needing some sunshine

Not such a great morn. After attending a funeral for an old high school friend I came into work and had a bunch of messages waiting for me. Work that was indirectly handed off. I don't mind helping out, but it wasn't good timing.

The funeral, just very sad. Andy was my HS boyfriend's best friend. We spent a lot of time together back in the day and still ran into each other occasionally. He was diagnosed with a bone marrow disorder in July and by September he was going through chemo and transplants. He only lived three months after diagnosis. How much more aggressive could it get, geez. Apparently 8 out of a million people are affected by this disorder... and he was one.

Really makes a person think. We can feel fine today, get sick tomorrow and be gone in a few weeks. Or, we could get hit by a bus on Thursday and never know what happened. There's no way to prep for any of it. I'm not afraid of dying because I know there are many things that I can not control. What I am afraid of is leaving those two wonderful girls to grow up without their mom that they desperately need. Scares the hell out of me.

Oh, happy thoughts, huh??
Tomorrow is another day.

All this just to make a pizza

So, the service guy came this morn to fix my oven. Something sparked and popped the other night and I figured it was the heating element. How much could that cost, right? He said it also shorted out the clock part that controls where you set to bake, etc. and the temp control. Fixing it: $422. Are you kidding me?? That on top of the $68 he got paid for the service call. I can get a brand new oven for that... and I told him so. "Well, ma'am, I'm not sure what you paid for this one..."

Whatever. Not his fault, but I was Td. The oven is THREE years old. Frickity, frackity.

Yeah. Tonight I have to go find a new one. I'd like to have an oven, because it's convenient and all. I'm not going to pay $500 for something that I don't trust anymore. I know people that have had theirs for years and years, guess I just got the lemon.

It's not an expense that I'm excited about for obvious reasons. Xmas is coming and life in general is costly these days. The thought of renting for a few years is more and more appealing each day.

Over the rainbow

Sometimes I have those days where everything just sucks (like yesterday) and then the next day things are cruising along just fine. I hate to say it's hormones steering me in one direction or another, but it gives me an out. Better than saying I'm an unreasonable bag that can't handle stress in her life, right?? But seriously... do men have these up and down days, or do they just coast along because nothing in the freakin world bothers them?

Anyway, today is good. I am swamped at work. I have a list of tasks that keep building and I'm not even sure where to start. Along with the website and database administration that I do (which heavily involves working with manufacturing, the warehouse and sales), I've also taken on the fixed assets system and some property tax management. It'll be great experience for the resume and a start into the finance industry for my business degree. I'll learn anything that people throw at me. I'm a sponge.

I've been running around all morn satisfying a handful of requests and as I sat down to eat lunch I thought, "It would be nice if this company was 110% stable". Besides the financial problems (which are huge), it's a great place to work and I love the people. It's all about watching my back right now. I wish we'd just get a huge contract so we could take off again.

Besides the fact that my 3-yr old oven blew up last night and I'm this close to choking the spit out of one of my online instructors that I never met... I'm having a good day.

Fall is upon us

Last week I was driving the scooter to work and today I had to turn on the heated seats of my Honda because the leather was freezing my bottom. Love autumn, it's my fav, but that gradual transition never seems to take place. I even had to get out the little stretchy gloves for the girls this morn. Brisk I say.

A few weeks ago I put those plastic covers on my garage gutters to keep the leaves out and boy, what timing. They're starting to come down already. Last year I was up on the ladder every week cleaning them out and enough is enough. Plan ahead and prevent. I think this weekend will be prime opportunity to finish putting away all summer yard crap, get the snow blower in for maintenance, trim the bushes and perennials down and batten down the hatches. Come on over to help if you have nothing going on!

Excuse me?

It's all just depressing. Come on US, let's get our shit together!
The bailout plan was denied. I'm not sure if it was the right choice or not, but what I do know is that the market crashed and burned yesterday with my money in it. Ugh. So today I checked my accounts. I have the typical 401k setup through work and I also have a separate IRA fund with my local financial institution. I am unable to check the 401k this morn because their system is down. Nice timing. I did call my financial guy and had a little chat about the IRA, asking his opinion. When I checked those funds online it appears that I lost a nice little chunk of cash over the last two month, but hey, I'm young. I have to keep looking at it with that mindset. 40 isn't exactly spring chicken, but it is when I consider that I have 25 more years of investment time. I'll get that money back.

It's frustrating. This whole "depression of 2008" thing. Here I am trying to think happy thoughts while the cost of absolutely everything is sky-rocketing. My friends are losing their jobs and my company is hanging by a thread. We're weeks away from the Presidential election and I'm scared shitless of what will happen after that choice is made. I'm still paying my bills on time, but what will happen next? How much worse can the economy get?

Speaking of shit, did you see the portion of the debate where McCain is assumed to have said "horseshit" twice in response to Obama's comments? It hasn't been confirmed, but see for yourself. Very impressive old man...
http://www.opednews.com/articles/McCain-says-Horseshit-on-by-Steven-Leser-080927-121.html

Out of Africa

This is a lot like my new purse that I purchased at Cranfest, although the trim is orange instead of hot pink. Ain't it cool?

Short term future?

The word from our CEO is that with the product we are shipping out today and the number of people we are employing - we should be able to make it until 2010. Don't know if that's January 2010 or October 2010, but either way it gives me reassurance that I'm good for a year and that the job search is still absolutely mandatory. Of course we could win some big OE programs or our aftermarket sales could suddenly turn around, but that's all a big IF. I'm not holding my breath. I'm all for optimism, but realism is where I'm at right now with my career. I have bills to pay and little people to support.

I don't know what happens in 2010. History has shown plenty of small businesses that have closed their doors in the county over the years. It's highly probable for us.

Double down

I took vacation Friday and headed on over to Cranfest with Sara. We've been going every year since I'm not sure. Maybe seven years? Anyway... we had a great day and bought a few nice things. Not as much loot as we usually come home with, but a select few items that caught our eye. I got two silver bracelets that were an incredible price, a new glass slide, this year's Xmas ornaments for the three of us (each year we get a special one), some jibbits and rocks for the girls (the rocks had their names engraved), a Vegas puzzle for Janie and a really cool giraffe print purse. I was iffy on the purse and pissed that the dude wouldn't let me talk him down. It was marked $35 and knowing how much cash they make on them, I tried to get it for $30. He said no and I put it back on the rack with an "I'll show him" attitude. After I walked out of the tent Sara told me to go buy the damn thing. We both loved it, but I was holding onto my pride over $5. Finally I broke down and went back in. A young girl was holding the same purse that I was buying and after I commented on how cool they were she reassured me that they were "very hip and in". That confirmed it. I bought the purse with my tail between my legs.

After a few hours of sweating bullets and sore feet from walking, we got back in the CRV and cruised down to the Dells for an overnight. We stayed at Ho Chunk. Ate a little dinner at a microbrew, had some drinks out and then went back for some blackjack. Sara got antsy at the table after a while because blackjack "is too slow" for her. She likes her games with a little more action. Although she was doing well, she opted for the poker machines. I played a few hours at the table on $40 and walked away dead even, which I was more than happy with. For me it's the hours of entertainment that I'm after, not a huge profit.

We had a very full, exhausting day. This was a record breaking year for us in a few ways. It was the highest temp ever at Cranfest (over 80); we normally have layers on to keep warm. It was also the earliest we have ever gone to bed. I was out cold with sleeping pills at midnight, versus the other 3am years. And last, but not least, it was definitely the best I've ever felt the day after. We usually drive home with heavy heads and laughing jags from being so punchy. Today we grabbed some breakfast and felt pretty darn good.