Ran into an old beau the other day. I walked into the bike shop and he stared at me like he saw a ghost. Considering that he doesn't live in the same town that I do and he came to MY town, was it really such a big surprise? Not that I normally hang out in bike shops...
Had another round of oral surgery this morn. They numbed me instead of putting me out. It hurt pretty good, but I told them to do what they had to, just want this over with. That bastard tooth was moving and they sawed away at some bone to make more room for it to come down. The saw part was my second least favorite part. My first least favorite was when he stuck the big needle into my upper pallet to numb me. Yeah.
Immediately after the surgery I ran over to my ortho. They're buddies and talk. The ortho re-pimped my tooth with the chain and I was good to go. Cross fingers that the tooth moves down now. If we don't start seeing some more progress they will have to extract the tooth altogether and put a fake one in, which is uber bucks.
Off to Madison Friday morn. A weekend of relaxation, cocktails and doing whatever I want to with some best gal pals. I turn 41 at 1:00p on Sunday.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Born to ride
I took some risks this morning. First, I decided to drive the Vino to work. Tad bit chilly (49 when I left) and it got cooler the faster I went. I wore my little biking gloves with the fingers cut out to help cover my hands. I took Rangeline Road, which is one of the crapiest roads in the area. I hit a few bumps and flew up, almost airborne. Scared me a bit.
I decided to turn off onto the trail to get a smoother ride. Having missed the turn, I had to do a u-banger on Rangeline to go back. There was a car coming at me, but I made it in time. When I got off the trail a few minutes later I noticed a huge line of cars coming towards me. Not wanting to waste any more time, I decided to give er' and cross the road seconds before they reached me. Probably not the best idea, but again, I made it.
When I got to work I took my glasses off and there were streams of teams running down my face. My ears were numb, too. Was it all worth it? Absolutely. Having paid only $1.38 to fill the tank last weekend, well worth it indeed.
I decided to turn off onto the trail to get a smoother ride. Having missed the turn, I had to do a u-banger on Rangeline to go back. There was a car coming at me, but I made it in time. When I got off the trail a few minutes later I noticed a huge line of cars coming towards me. Not wanting to waste any more time, I decided to give er' and cross the road seconds before they reached me. Probably not the best idea, but again, I made it.
When I got to work I took my glasses off and there were streams of teams running down my face. My ears were numb, too. Was it all worth it? Absolutely. Having paid only $1.38 to fill the tank last weekend, well worth it indeed.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Put that in your pipe and smoke it
Through a course at school and the last few months of my life I have learned a lot about how I respond to people and/or issues. I tend to be quick to judge. I also tend to react without taking the appropriate time to step back and cool down. Knowing what I know now, I have made conscious efforts to handle things in a more laid back manner.
For instance, the last two days I have been getting bombarded with emails from an annoying individual at work. Luckily this individual lives in another state and I don't have to view their abrasive mug in person. That would make my life that much more difficult.
Annoying person has tried my patience and attacked my work ethic without even knowing it. Sadly, annoying person lives in his own Fd up little world that has rules of its own.
So, the old KB would have shot back an emailing telling this SOB exactly what I thought. Because I'm one to stick up for myself and I don't care how big annoying person is. My email would have been professional with a slight tone of bitch, just to make my point. I think I'm good at that flavor of email.
But, the new KB decided to do what was right. Not that I was concerned about adding to the conflict or having to deal with the repercussions from my boss. I felt that I needed to take the cool down time and sit on my hands for a while. It was tough, let me tell you, but I did it. And in the end, I'm the better person.
There may come a day where I snap, because hey, I'm human. When that happens I'll still be proud of myself.
For instance, the last two days I have been getting bombarded with emails from an annoying individual at work. Luckily this individual lives in another state and I don't have to view their abrasive mug in person. That would make my life that much more difficult.
Annoying person has tried my patience and attacked my work ethic without even knowing it. Sadly, annoying person lives in his own Fd up little world that has rules of its own.
So, the old KB would have shot back an emailing telling this SOB exactly what I thought. Because I'm one to stick up for myself and I don't care how big annoying person is. My email would have been professional with a slight tone of bitch, just to make my point. I think I'm good at that flavor of email.
But, the new KB decided to do what was right. Not that I was concerned about adding to the conflict or having to deal with the repercussions from my boss. I felt that I needed to take the cool down time and sit on my hands for a while. It was tough, let me tell you, but I did it. And in the end, I'm the better person.
There may come a day where I snap, because hey, I'm human. When that happens I'll still be proud of myself.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Bad bytes and bullshit
I'm having a few rough days here, so this will be brief.
Friday and Saturday... good days. Couple cocktails with friends, got lots done outside at the house, zoomed around on the Vino. Nothing to complain about.
Sunday and Monday... suck. I was battling viruses on my work laptop, which is the pc I use pretty much everywhere I go. That became a very painful, depressing experience for me. Today has been a mixture of putting out fires and dealing with demands from all directions. I'm in the process of setting up a new pc for myself, but it's a slow process that consumes time I don't have. I've also had to deal with this prick sales guy in MI, and he's one variable that I would like removed from my day.... thank you very much.
Oh, and I have a 2000-word application paper due tomorrow. Haven't started it. Yeah...
Friday and Saturday... good days. Couple cocktails with friends, got lots done outside at the house, zoomed around on the Vino. Nothing to complain about.
Sunday and Monday... suck. I was battling viruses on my work laptop, which is the pc I use pretty much everywhere I go. That became a very painful, depressing experience for me. Today has been a mixture of putting out fires and dealing with demands from all directions. I'm in the process of setting up a new pc for myself, but it's a slow process that consumes time I don't have. I've also had to deal with this prick sales guy in MI, and he's one variable that I would like removed from my day.... thank you very much.
Oh, and I have a 2000-word application paper due tomorrow. Haven't started it. Yeah...
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Beat it
What's the appropriate amount of time to listen to telemarketers before it's not rude to hang up? If I had my way I would say 2 seconds, or however long it takes to realize that these clowns are on the other end of the line.
I don't pick up these calls at home. I can monitor the caller ID (it even shows up on my TV) and avoid them altogether. At work it's another story. I have ID there, also, but sometimes it doesn't display properly. I usually let it go to vmail, unless it says "Janie", "the X" or any of my close friends.
This morning I made the mistake of picking it up because I thought the number looked familiar. Duh. Some guy in Green Bay trying to sell communications equipment. He talked about appts. he had in the area tomorrow and what time would I like to see him? He has a 1:00 open.
How presumptuous of him, to just fit himself into my schedule like that. I told him that I didn't have time, declined his offer for a day next week and then explained that my days are too sporadic to commit to a time with him. I also explained that we have NO MONEY, like the rest of the businesses in these rough economic times, and that he could go away now. After the guy continued to ramble about what he had to offer me, I just hung up. It felt mean. It really did. But you know what? He chooses to subject himself to rejection each day... not my problem.
I don't pick up these calls at home. I can monitor the caller ID (it even shows up on my TV) and avoid them altogether. At work it's another story. I have ID there, also, but sometimes it doesn't display properly. I usually let it go to vmail, unless it says "Janie", "the X" or any of my close friends.
This morning I made the mistake of picking it up because I thought the number looked familiar. Duh. Some guy in Green Bay trying to sell communications equipment. He talked about appts. he had in the area tomorrow and what time would I like to see him? He has a 1:00 open.
How presumptuous of him, to just fit himself into my schedule like that. I told him that I didn't have time, declined his offer for a day next week and then explained that my days are too sporadic to commit to a time with him. I also explained that we have NO MONEY, like the rest of the businesses in these rough economic times, and that he could go away now. After the guy continued to ramble about what he had to offer me, I just hung up. It felt mean. It really did. But you know what? He chooses to subject himself to rejection each day... not my problem.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
What I look forward to
Racing home after class tonight to jump in bed with my jams on and watch my DVRd version of American Idol. I look forward to Tuesdays so I can see my boyfriend, Adam.Pretty soon they'll be performing two songs a night and I'll get to see him TWICE.
Now THIS is what I should be dreaming about.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Licking a lepper
OK, so I was debating whether I would discuss this dream I had last night. Dreams say a lot about a person, although I honestly believe that we have little control over them and they don't necessarily define us or what we're thinking.
With that said, I was being held captive, sort of. It was a crowded area and this guy had some sort of control over me. If you watch Survivor, he looked like Tyson with sores all over his face and body. Yeah, yummy, right??
The guy made me undress in this public place. It was almost like a medieval concert or outdoor festival area. I guess you could qualify it as a rape without ultimate force. I had to put on this weird, flowy black/white blouse and forget what the rest of the outfit was like. Then the dream became sexual. Very.
It started out like he was forcing himself on me, but I was grooving on it. My mindset was that if I enjoyed it he wouldn't be so violent and might back off a bit. Well, let's just say that the whole intimate act (in a crowd of hundreds of people) ended mutually. Even though the dude had scabs all over his face and testicles. I know... nice, huh??
I tried to figure this one out when I woke up, but haven't come up with anything yet.
With that said, I was being held captive, sort of. It was a crowded area and this guy had some sort of control over me. If you watch Survivor, he looked like Tyson with sores all over his face and body. Yeah, yummy, right??
The guy made me undress in this public place. It was almost like a medieval concert or outdoor festival area. I guess you could qualify it as a rape without ultimate force. I had to put on this weird, flowy black/white blouse and forget what the rest of the outfit was like. Then the dream became sexual. Very.
It started out like he was forcing himself on me, but I was grooving on it. My mindset was that if I enjoyed it he wouldn't be so violent and might back off a bit. Well, let's just say that the whole intimate act (in a crowd of hundreds of people) ended mutually. Even though the dude had scabs all over his face and testicles. I know... nice, huh??
I tried to figure this one out when I woke up, but haven't come up with anything yet.
Necessary separation
I'm in a bit of a funk today. I've been dealing with kids not feeling well for a week, which has taken its toll on me. Even this morn Julia was crying of a stomach ache and I couldn't find any compassion left in me. I just wanted her to get her shoes on and go to school. I don't want to be in my house anymore with kids lying on the couch, coughing into blankets. It's getting old. If she craps her pants at school, I'll go pick her up. Otherwise I need to get out and be with adults for the day.
I probably sound like a cold, heartless excuse for a human that won't be nominated for mother of the year anytime soon. Maybe I am at times. But, it's also human to want to remove yourself from these situations once in a while. We all need time to regroup.
I probably sound like a cold, heartless excuse for a human that won't be nominated for mother of the year anytime soon. Maybe I am at times. But, it's also human to want to remove yourself from these situations once in a while. We all need time to regroup.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
State your name
Today is like the day before Christmas. People start filtering out of the office and before you know it we are living in a ghost town. I'll probably take off a few minutes early, but nothing serious. I have enough to do and there's no reason to rush home. Janie is there with sick Julia.
Tomorrow I'm taking the girls out of town to do some shopping, so I'm hoping that everyone is healthy and spunky! I tried on a few things myself the other day and did end up purchasing a couple items, but I have to say that trying on clothes is and will always be one of my least favorite things to do. Sometimes I'll even buy the crap and just take it home, willing to risk the return factor.
The dressing rooms at TJMaxx have the brightest lights ever and make me look extremely unattractive, all fat-thighed and pasty. There's nothing good about that whole experience, period. The rooms at Kohl's are OK, but damn, is it hot in there. I'm very cold blooded and am now starting to leave my coat in the car. Those rooms are also a complete shambles when they have big sale days.
The key to the dressing room nightmare is to bring an extra size along, wear easy, slip-off clothes and don't attempt trying things on if you just ate or got your period. It's all about timing. You have to be feeling very pretty to look at yourself in a full length mirror wearing nothing but underwear with the interrogation lights on.
Tomorrow I'm taking the girls out of town to do some shopping, so I'm hoping that everyone is healthy and spunky! I tried on a few things myself the other day and did end up purchasing a couple items, but I have to say that trying on clothes is and will always be one of my least favorite things to do. Sometimes I'll even buy the crap and just take it home, willing to risk the return factor.
The dressing rooms at TJMaxx have the brightest lights ever and make me look extremely unattractive, all fat-thighed and pasty. There's nothing good about that whole experience, period. The rooms at Kohl's are OK, but damn, is it hot in there. I'm very cold blooded and am now starting to leave my coat in the car. Those rooms are also a complete shambles when they have big sale days.
The key to the dressing room nightmare is to bring an extra size along, wear easy, slip-off clothes and don't attempt trying things on if you just ate or got your period. It's all about timing. You have to be feeling very pretty to look at yourself in a full length mirror wearing nothing but underwear with the interrogation lights on.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
The air we breathe
More strange behavior. Today they fired one of our production workers because she was caught huffing canned air. Apparently this isn't the first time, or second or third. I'm not real sure why she was allowed to stick around this long. Especially since she has a pretty colored past with history of abuse and other issues. Anyway, just weird crap.
I can't imagine what kind of buzz one would catch off of chemical inhalants. Nothing I've ever tried. I'm guessing it would cause nausea and one hell of a headache. To each his own.
I can't imagine what kind of buzz one would catch off of chemical inhalants. Nothing I've ever tried. I'm guessing it would cause nausea and one hell of a headache. To each his own.
Copy thy neighbor
I had class last night - Team Building and Problem Solving. Not one of my fav classes, but it's cake. You just have to participate in class (be part of the team) and hand in one paper and do one presentation at the end.
At the end of the eve our instructor said he was going to have to throw in a large final exam, which he normally doesn't do in his courses. We all reacted at once, explaining that we were following his requirements he handed out in week one, so why this sudden change?
Apparently there were some people cheating on our online quizzes and Andy was furious. This was his punishment. I'm telling you, these online quizzes are a breeze. We have to do two each week, but you can take them over and over again until you get a perfect score. Good grief, they even display the correct answers for you. All Andy asks is that you print off the first page that displays your score, and hand them in. There's no reason that anyone couldn't get 100%.
Someone was printing the sheets and then making photo copies for another student, meaning student two wasn't even doing the quizzes. As Andy was explaining the situation I looked around the room for facial expressions. My guess was that it's these two annoying chicks that sit across from me. One feels that she is a resource for everything and the other never says a word, not even when Andy calls on her. They text each other during class and pass notes. It's all very juvenile. The quiet one always looks wasted, with these droopy, makeup smeared eyes. I can't tell if it's just her look, or what type of drugs she's actually doing.
So, after we all voiced our opinions of how unfair this was, Andy said he needed to resolve the issue or they could face possible expulsion from the school. The Dean considered this plagiarism. He said he'd consider replacing the exam with an alternate leadership exercise if these people came forward. With that, I gave these ladies the evil eye for a while.
Following that conversation we had about 20 minutes of group time to discuss our team presentations and then most of us left. As we were walking down the hall we saw Andy talking with the two ladies! I knew it!! Bunch of bitches...
Of course the words were flying when we all got out in the parking lot and you can be sure that there will be some sore feelings if they can't get Andy to back off on that exam. I have to give them a little credit for coming forward, especially right there since we all saw them talking in the hall. I just can't believe a grown adult would have such balls. I don't know who's paying for their educations, but this shit should be taken seriously.
At the end of the eve our instructor said he was going to have to throw in a large final exam, which he normally doesn't do in his courses. We all reacted at once, explaining that we were following his requirements he handed out in week one, so why this sudden change?
Apparently there were some people cheating on our online quizzes and Andy was furious. This was his punishment. I'm telling you, these online quizzes are a breeze. We have to do two each week, but you can take them over and over again until you get a perfect score. Good grief, they even display the correct answers for you. All Andy asks is that you print off the first page that displays your score, and hand them in. There's no reason that anyone couldn't get 100%.
Someone was printing the sheets and then making photo copies for another student, meaning student two wasn't even doing the quizzes. As Andy was explaining the situation I looked around the room for facial expressions. My guess was that it's these two annoying chicks that sit across from me. One feels that she is a resource for everything and the other never says a word, not even when Andy calls on her. They text each other during class and pass notes. It's all very juvenile. The quiet one always looks wasted, with these droopy, makeup smeared eyes. I can't tell if it's just her look, or what type of drugs she's actually doing.
So, after we all voiced our opinions of how unfair this was, Andy said he needed to resolve the issue or they could face possible expulsion from the school. The Dean considered this plagiarism. He said he'd consider replacing the exam with an alternate leadership exercise if these people came forward. With that, I gave these ladies the evil eye for a while.
Following that conversation we had about 20 minutes of group time to discuss our team presentations and then most of us left. As we were walking down the hall we saw Andy talking with the two ladies! I knew it!! Bunch of bitches...
Of course the words were flying when we all got out in the parking lot and you can be sure that there will be some sore feelings if they can't get Andy to back off on that exam. I have to give them a little credit for coming forward, especially right there since we all saw them talking in the hall. I just can't believe a grown adult would have such balls. I don't know who's paying for their educations, but this shit should be taken seriously.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Proud moment
The other day I was picking Ali up from choir after school. I saw her standing on the sidewalk talking to another girl. She gave me the "just a minute" finger, so I figured they must've been wrapping up a real important conversation.
When she got in the car she told me that she was talking to a new girl. Alison had shared her book with new girl in choir and was befriending her. That made me feel really good, knowing that my daughter was one to be kind to the new kids and help them adapt to the new environment.
We've all been the new kid in one situation or another. There's nothing more comforting than having someone show you the ropes or start a friendly conversation. That's Alison. She has always been the socialite; being able to make friends in any situation we hand her. I was proud as hell, knowing that I raised her right.
When she got in the car she told me that she was talking to a new girl. Alison had shared her book with new girl in choir and was befriending her. That made me feel really good, knowing that my daughter was one to be kind to the new kids and help them adapt to the new environment.
We've all been the new kid in one situation or another. There's nothing more comforting than having someone show you the ropes or start a friendly conversation. That's Alison. She has always been the socialite; being able to make friends in any situation we hand her. I was proud as hell, knowing that I raised her right.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
I'm gonna rock and roll all night
I got up at 10:00 this morn, which is probably the latest I've slept since... I don't know. Let's just say that it's been a really long time.
A guy I work with plays in a Manitowoc band and they were in the area last night. It's a pretty rockin band, some of the tunes a little heavier than others, but they sounded great. They played a few of my favorite songs, including some from Alice in Chains, Pearl Jam and Stone Temple Pilots. I've always been one for live bands and enjoyed being able to rock out for a night.
I do have to say that the bar is probably the smokiest one I've ever been in. Maybe second to Big Jimmy's. The minute we walked in I knew it was going to be rough. I'm guessing 90% of the patrons were lighting up and it took a toll on me. Especially having just come off of a run with strep throat. It's probably a good thing that I haven't finished my antibiotics yet. The first things I did when I got up this morn were clear my throat, get something to drink and take a shower to get the stench out of my hair. It was making me gag.
Anyway, I managed to drop only one bottle of beer on the ground and it didn't break. I bopped a little, but most of those tunes weren't exactly the dancing kind. And I had some very interesting conversations with my coworkers. All in all, a very entertaining eve.
A guy I work with plays in a Manitowoc band and they were in the area last night. It's a pretty rockin band, some of the tunes a little heavier than others, but they sounded great. They played a few of my favorite songs, including some from Alice in Chains, Pearl Jam and Stone Temple Pilots. I've always been one for live bands and enjoyed being able to rock out for a night.
I do have to say that the bar is probably the smokiest one I've ever been in. Maybe second to Big Jimmy's. The minute we walked in I knew it was going to be rough. I'm guessing 90% of the patrons were lighting up and it took a toll on me. Especially having just come off of a run with strep throat. It's probably a good thing that I haven't finished my antibiotics yet. The first things I did when I got up this morn were clear my throat, get something to drink and take a shower to get the stench out of my hair. It was making me gag.
Anyway, I managed to drop only one bottle of beer on the ground and it didn't break. I bopped a little, but most of those tunes weren't exactly the dancing kind. And I had some very interesting conversations with my coworkers. All in all, a very entertaining eve.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Stop the clocks
I have to say that I don't even think about blogging that much anymore. Not that I don't want to, but I have minimal free time. Funny things still happen to me, as do things that piss me off. It's just a matter of what needs to get done first throughout the day. I even forget about lunch until I start feeling sick sometimes.
This is probably the busiest I've ever been in my life. I could go on about what's happening at work, but it doesn't matter. The days fly by and I never know what time it is. At home I'm either doing homework or running the girls from choir, to scouts or back to a friend's house. My house is filthy, but I find ways to work around that. When the dust starts getting real thick on the TV I just blow it off. The shower gets cleaned when I'm in it. And the floors, well, they get mopped when I start seeing furballs and feeling sticky spots. It just has to be this way for a while.
We do manage to wear clean clothes and find food in the fridge, so it really could be worse. All of our needs are being met, I just wouldn't recommend sleeping or eating off my floors.
So, if I skip a day here and there, this is why. I'm either plunging a clogged toilet by Julia (last night) or going through the 15 school papers that came home in the backpacks that day.
This is probably the busiest I've ever been in my life. I could go on about what's happening at work, but it doesn't matter. The days fly by and I never know what time it is. At home I'm either doing homework or running the girls from choir, to scouts or back to a friend's house. My house is filthy, but I find ways to work around that. When the dust starts getting real thick on the TV I just blow it off. The shower gets cleaned when I'm in it. And the floors, well, they get mopped when I start seeing furballs and feeling sticky spots. It just has to be this way for a while.
We do manage to wear clean clothes and find food in the fridge, so it really could be worse. All of our needs are being met, I just wouldn't recommend sleeping or eating off my floors.
So, if I skip a day here and there, this is why. I'm either plunging a clogged toilet by Julia (last night) or going through the 15 school papers that came home in the backpacks that day.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
It's my mother!
Did you ever have one of those moments when you looked in the mirror and thought, "Holy crap, I'm really starting to age." I mean, I feel OK and don't think I'm old by any means, but I'm starting to look different. The gray, wirey hairs are multiplying and the face isn't as taught as it used to be. When I turn my head I notice more neck wrinkles. Crap like that.
Hey, it's a natural process and I'm not mortified or anything. Just saying...
Hey, it's a natural process and I'm not mortified or anything. Just saying...
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