Love & Joy...

Don't have much time.
One atty got in wreck (at courthouse).
I had x-ray and DecadronLA shot this morning.
Sec got ticket wreckless driving (schoolzone)yesterday.
Voice still not back and arm hurts like hell now.
Later.

Casual Monday...

The depos were canceled, thank goodness.
Boss laughed at my whispered cheers.

Thanks again to PebblePie for all the info. And congrats to her DD who just graduated into the Blue!

...

On The Road To See My Baby Blue!

About...Monday

She wasn't back and I did lock the door and leave.

I lost my voice yesterday.
The sec won't be in today and my voice is no more than a whisper already as I try and catch all the phone calls and deal with clients coming in.
I wore jeans and a big baggy flanel shirt so I would be warm and I'll be darned if we don't have big city lawyers coming in this afternoon for depositions. Oh well. Remind me never to interview with their firm and if I do to change my hair color first!
Forgive me if I don't write more. I feel taxed already and want to go home and crawl back into bed. At least my boss is avoiding me because I'm playing sick.

...I'm not sick at all. I can't believe he hasn't figured out yet that I always lose my voice when I go to those things... LOL. Too much fun.

Anyway, I'm here. You just can't hear me :)

TGIF! (...& Scorecard Update!)

Although I haven't had a real sec rant this week, it's been the usual. She's been coming in at 8:30 or 9 rather than 8 and taking the hour and a half or 2 hour lunches. Wednesday she didn't get a lunch either, it wasn't just me. Of course she' hasn't shown up this morning. As long as she's here in a couple hours, I don't care. Short day for me today! (Which means she put in for all of Monday off, the poor overworked dear. Bosses are still growling about her but still no changes. And hey! Keeping up w/ her hours in Excel is kinda fun. When the opportunity comes, it will only take a second to hit the print button and presto. Ammunition.)

Anyway... so it's Friday. Leaving in a couple hours for a conference so if I don't catch up w/ you have a good weekend!!

P.S. The toilet paper war is still ongoing. After 5 months of the sec refusing to spend her gas and office supply allowance on toilet paper and paper towells (what she gets it for)... the cleaning lady finally broke down and bought some tp. There are exactly 2 squares left as of 9:23 a.m. Who wants to guess whether or not the sec will be drip drying this afternoon??? Oopsie...

EDITED 11:20 Oh the games we play. She left for lunch at 11:20 to make sure she's not back when I need to leave. That was the first thing she started doing with her petty games about three and a half years ago. I've had it on the calendar for 6 months that I am leaving at noon today. She won't be here. On purpose and just as mean as me not leaving her any toilet paper. OOHHHHH. But I'm not mad. I'm leaving in 38 minutes whether she's back or not. LOL Have a wonderful weekend!

Oh The Fun Of It...

I don't know if you can tell what this picture is I had to shrink it down so small to get it to post, but there is definitely a story here. Do you remember last THURSDAY I posted about my observations during my adventure to the bank the previous day (WEDNESDAY)? Creature of habit that I am, I usually do my banking on Wed around 11:00. Same channel and all that other stuff. Well, yesterday, (WEDNESDAY) right about 11:00 the building across from the drive through where I bank, which had been built in 1850, collapsed. See the smashed car out front? Neat, isn't it. All 20 people who were working to restore the building at the time escaped uninjured. NOW. For some reason I worked through lunch yesterday and didn't do my banking around 11:00 right across the street from the building collapse. Call it fate. In fact, for some reason or other, I did my banking on Monday this week, totally out of the norm. Let me tell you in no uncertain terms --had I been sitting in my normal Wednesday morning around 11am spot there in the drive through, yesterday around 11 when the building across the street collapsed, I'd be on my way to being a very rich, rich woman. That's right. I have learned a lot during my employment working for lawyers. More than just how to lie. (evil grin and scarey music here) By the time the dust cleared from all of those bricks falling from four stories and a basement collapsing, they would have found me lying in the middle of the street with six or seven bricks placed strategically on top of me as I flopped around on the pavement near that white car like a dead fish.
But sadly, I did my banking two days early and missed my chance to be a millionare. Isn't that my luck? ;)

About... Thursday

Here.
Busy.
Will try and post after lunch.
Later.

Oh yeah. 12 more days.
12 MORE DAYS!!!!!

That Sinking Feeling...

I'm still swamped at work, can you believe it? We're talking up over my knee-high rubber wading boots stuck in the mud swamped. And you know what? It's kinda nice.

Things had slowed down so much after Katrina and on through the holdays that I'd almost forgotten what it was like to WORK. It's wonderful that time is passing so quickly, I need that right now. 13 more days. Just thirteen. Not that I'm counting or anything like that. Nah. And the best part is, 2 weeks from today and I'll be hugging Ms.SoonToBeBlue ...hmmm... I'll be hugging uh, Ms.TurningBlueThatVeryDay. Ms.AlreadyTurnedBlueBeforeIGetToHugHer... Ms.BlueHeadedForTechSchool... ick! Ms.BadAssAFGal seems to fit her best now, uh, well... hugging my baby girl. But like I said, I'm not counting. Not YET. LOL


On The Road To See My Baby Blue!

A Gift (giggle!)...

It has been many years since a man other than my DH has given me a gift. But last night it happened. It's still cracking me up...

I haven't wanted to drink (alcohol) at all since I started taking the wellbutrin. As much as I joked and threatened to start drinking the day after Christmas (when Ms.BadAssAirForceGal left the nest) until the time I would see her again, I just haven't. So, last night I was sitting up at the bar sipping on a root beer talking poker with a couple of the guys we play with regularly. They were asking when I was going to start playing again and we were chatting about one of the other guys who is up north right now playing in a big tourney with a $10,000.00 buy in. We haven't heard from him yet so he's probably still in the game... Anyway, I start talking about poker and I'm a happy camper. I've missed playing the past couple of months but I wouldn't have missed out on spending the extra time with my daughter for anything in the world. ... so there I was, stuck talking to these dudes while I was waiting for DH to finish something and be ready to go. These aren't like buddies or friends or pals or anything. They're the type of guy when I see one or the other of them coming, I usually duck and run the other way and try and avoid them. The kind of guy you just have to be nice to because you feel sorry for, ya know? In fact, the only time I usually will pass the time of day with them is at the poker table, because I know I can take their money whether we are playing in a ring game or a tournament. Then I have to give them some attention so I can beat them. And there I was. Stuck. Without my cigarettes because I'm supposed to be quitting. And drinking root beer. Lovely.

Out of the blue, one of the guys reaches into his shirt pocket and has something in his hand. Which he passes to me. "Here you go. I've carried this around with me all day and it's very special..." OH JEEZ... PLEASE! He goes on to tell me how it is a piece of limestone rock which just FLEW into his shirt pocket that morning and it is very rare because look at the sharp edges and that just doesn't happen with this sort of rock. WHATEVER. I am trying to make keep a straight face and thank him for uh, such a special gift, all the while keeping eye contact with the bartender who is a friend of mine because she KNOWS how hard it was not for me to burst out laughing while adoring this small chip of rock in the palm of my hand. Oh MY. I oohed and ahhed appropriately as he beamed at all of us. My bartender friend came over and made a big deal out of the rock after I set it on the bar, pretending to be totally jealous because I got one and she didn't ... Somehow we managed to keep a straight face even when I whispered... "Don't you dare tell my DH... because he would NOT understand..." Then she and I just about lost it.

I took the wonderful gift home and gosh darn it, was going to bring it to work so I could post a picture of it here and put it in a place of honor on my desk today but I forgot it...

Don't y'all ever wonder about me again the next time I mention going to have a drink. THIS is the reason I do. Oh dear. I think I'm going to have another fit of the giggles. The poor dear man. I hope he doesn't think that I'm not going to beat him at the Hold-em table in the future... he could have put a million dollars in my hand last night and that still wouldn't happen. LOL

Ok. You had to be there. But it was. Funny.

Blue Star Blogs

Now that I'm a Blue Star Mom I've put a couple new things over on the sidebar. I don't have a flag for my house yet showing that I have a child in the military, mostly because in 3 more months I'm going to have two of them and will have two stars on my flag rather than just one (cheapskate! LOL)

You can find out more about Blue Star Moms and Blue Star Blogs at the Blue Star Chronicles

Enough Already!

I think there's a troll stealing email and eating it on a server somewhere between the south and out west. ...had no problem getting or sending email to/from anywhere else in the world yesterday except to Jaye and Val. For some reason they weren't getting any of the email I sent! So... here's hoping today will be a better day for email. Somebody capture that troll! ;)

And Yikes! I have to do a powerpoint presentation for one of my classes this semester... I know I've seen that program on my laptop. Anybody know how it works and if it's difficult to put something together? (sigh) I'm getting too old for this. Really I am. Maybe the troll will get ahold of the server that stores the assignments for distance learning from our college? That, my friends, would be nice.

Somebody tell me it's Thursday already????

It's been a long busy miserable week already. It feels like Thursday at least. No less than Wednesday. You know the tension in the neck and shoulders and behind the eyes and you just KNOW it has to be almost Friday... (sigh).

I really need a poker tourney.
Cannot wait until this weekend.
I can smell the dirty cash already.
Bring it on.

Bargains Galore!

Wow. My luck with sale shopping usually has to do with me arriving the day after the sale has ended, OR getting to a sale on time that turns out to be nothing more than jacked up prices with discounts higher than the prices were a week ago... but this time... I hit it right on the button.

This half-a-horse town actually has JCPenneys. A small one. I bought a pair of jeans there before Christmas but they suck and I passed them off to LilDD who doesn't like them either... I usually pick up one or two things then pay my penney's card off just for the fun of it. That's what I had planned on doing today, but it turned out that I scored!

My 10% off coupon was going to expire on the 29th. And I needed to pick up a couple new pairs of work pants for DH. I bought him two. Original price - 55.00 each + tax. My price - 13.49+tax. Since I managed to find those in about three minutes, I wandered over to the ladies department. Bingo! I found a jacket/pants/skirt set marked down from 59.99 to 35.99. Not bad. And I found a second pants suit marked down from 59.99 to 16.19.

I'm happy. My 0 interest penneys' card is even happier.
This must be my lucky day!

About... Monday.

Here.
Busy.
It was a nice weekend. Good friends kept us out until 3am and different good friends dropped off a pirated copy of the new potterkid movie that hasnt' been released on DVD yet. (We don't go to the movies here...) Heard from Ms.LikesHerCombatBootsBetterThanDressBlues again also. 15 more days until I turn 38. 16 days and I'll be on the road to see her turn blue.
Later.

TGIF - 2

Well crud. I had hoped that by this time of day I'd have something halfway intelligent to write about. Obviously that didn't happen...

Taking a short trip this weekend. I've been pretty bummed since last night and had a rough morning. Or should I say mourning. Missing all the little things about Ms.GoingToBeBlueIn2.5Weeks. I guess that's a Mommy's right though. So anyway... Got a gig tonight and we'll be in a part of Katrina country we haven't explored yet. Will be interesting to see how they're coming along. Repairs are still going on everywhere here, signs, roofs, trees piled up. But oh well. Life goes on.

I think if someone had told me how bad it was going to hurt when a baby grows up and moves away from home, even when it is a happy step forward into the right direction, and told it very convincingly, I might not have had kids. It really sucks. I'm gonna smother the 2 left at home before this is over. But oh well. Like I said, life goes on.

Well hell. It's not all that bad all of the time. Not really. There are moments of brief glimpses of freedom down the road. Freedom that I haven't explored since I was 19. And hey, I actually have leftovers for the first time in years. That never happened with 3 teens in the house. And she (Ms.GTBBI2.5W) still needs me! Her first letter home asked me to send her stamps! Which, of course, I'd already done a week earlier but mail is so slow coming and going she didn't know when she wrote it... And I'm really happy that she's excited and loving life. Glad that she doesn't know how tough it's been having her gone. She needs this. I know.

Double crud. I didn't mean for this post to turn into a sob story. The ache is there and I'm dealing with it and as a matter of fact I've cut back on my happy pills because I felt so out of it at work I was making some big boo-boos... but Monday is still my quit smoking day and I'm really freaked out about that but we'll deal with it when it gets here. I still have 2.5 days left to smoke and I'm gonna enjoy the hell out of it. Classes started this week too and I'm already dreading trying to tackle that damn psych class for the 3rd time. I had no prob w/ criminology or sociology. But for some reason psych is just beyond my grasp. At this point it really doesn't matter. A few more months I can test for my certificate without having my degree...

Ok. SO. We are NOT going to sit around the rest of the day and worry about all the petty little blue things that were here this morning. We are going to celebrate the fact that today and next friday, 2 in a row, I am getting out of here before the sec. And We are going to enjoy the moment because she is furious about it, the poor abused, overworked lil' thing. We are going to enjoy the fact that 1/2 a drink tonight and I'll be off my rocker and enjoying myself whether I like it or not. (Making it easier to paste that plastic smile on while I'm watching all the screaming old biddies...) Yeah. As a matter of fact that sounds pretty darn good. Especially since I dont' have to sing too this time.

Have a good weekend.

TGIF!

Here.
Busy.
Sec was only 20 min late if you care to know.
My turn to leave early but will try & post something before I do.
(got it figured out. the good thing about working here is that I can take off any time I want as long as I take of at least 80% less of the time than the sec does. no problem)
Later.

Texas Longhorns...

Yesterday I pulled into the drive through at the bank and saw the strangest thing. There is no window there, the room with the teller is elsewhere and there are just two lanes with the tubes and television screens to talk to the clerk when it's your turn. There was a car in the left lane, with two heifers standing outside of it. Both doors of the car were closed. The trunk was open and it appeared that most of what these two lovely ladies owned was there, in that trunk. Pillows and purses and bags... The whole person of one of the ladies blocked the back of the car so I was unable to see what state they might be from. The second lady was outside the driver's side of the car pacing up and down and smoking a cigarette. I was a little uneasy. In fact, it was so strange that I almost drove on through and went to a different branch of my bank. Something made me stop. Surely there wouldn't be terrorists with a car bomb at MY bank. There was a new teller and it took forever. Cars started lining up behind me, as heifer 1 kept on a rummaging and heifer 2 kept on pacing and a smokin'... Something about them just didn't FEEL RIGHT. I waited and watched as smokey heifer used the fingerprint pad and marked her check... ah! They definitely aren't from around here. At least they were doing legitimate business and not going to blow up me and my bank and half the downtown part of our little itty bitty town. The teller finally sent them a packet of cash back down the tube and switched to me. Smokin Heifer got into the driver's side of the car. Rummagin' Heifer made several attempts to shut the trunk, which by now was overflowing with personal belongings out the sides. "Just slam it really hard!" Shouted smoking heifer from inside the car. I guess it worked. The other gal got in the passenger side of the car. It took six tries of cranking the key before their car would start. It was a buick le sabre. Newer model. Dark grey. Just as the teller sent the tube back with my deposit receipt they finally pulled out of the lane and I was able to see their license plate. It was a handicapped Texas plate (clearly neither of these ladies were handicapped however.) They made a left turn out of the driveway shot down the main street and into the parking lot of the casino next door. I hope they had better luck there!

6 Month Scorecard Tally...

Gosh I wish I had been more accurate in keeping times and dates. This is as close as I can come to giving you a full report on the sec's hours for the past 6 months or so. You can bet from now on I'm keeping a spreadsheet LOL! Call me a petty bitch if you will ;)

26-Jul in 9:40 2.5 hour lunch
27-Jul In 9:55
28-Jul In 9:30
29-Jul In 9:45 Out 12:00 Worked 2.5 hours
8-Aug In 10:00
9-Aug In 10:00 Out 4:00
10-Aug In 10:00
11-Aug In 10:00 Out 4:10
12-Aug Out 12:15
19-Aug Out 12:00
22-Aug In 12:00
24-Aug In 10:00 1.5 hr lunch Out 4 worked 4.5 hours
25-Aug In 1:00
26-Aug Out Noon
10-Oct in 8:30 Out 12:00 Worked 3.5 hours
14-Oct In 9:00
18-Oct In 1:15 p.m. Worked 3.5 hours
20-Oct in at 9:30, needed ride, out drinking
28-Oct Out 2:30
7-Nov In 9:00 1.5 hour lunch Out 3:00 worked 4.5 hours
8-Nov Off
9-Nov OFF
10-Nov In 9:00 Out 4:00
15-Nov In 8:30 2.5 hr lunch Out 3:30 Worked 4 1/2 hrs
17-Nov In 8:45 Out 12:10 Worked 3 1/2 hours
21-Nov In 9:00 Out 1:00 worked 4 hrs
1-Dec OFF
22-Dec OFF
23-Dec OFF
27-Dec OFF
16-Dec OFF
15-Dec Out 12:00
5-Jan Out 12:00
6-Jan OFF
10-Jan OFF
12-Jan Out 4:15
13-Jan Out 2:00
17-Jan Lunch 12-2, Out 4:30
18-Jan In 9:00

More On (Moron?) Slapping!

One of these days... and it's going to be sooner rather than later, I'm afraid. I'm going to get up in her face and get mean and ugly. I ranted to the boss today and spared y'all so you might want to send him an e-card and thank him for listening.

She is a freak. An absolute mistake of nature. That has to be it...

About... Tuesday.

Mikeasked where I was at... well, gosh. Didn't y'all get the holiday yesterday? I mean, goodness! Doesn't the whole world celebrate RobertE.Lee day? LOL... This whole town was shut down tighter than a tic on a coondog...

So like every other person in the county celebrating that particular holiday, I was sitting out in the woods with my rifle. A southern tradition of sorts. Yeah. That's it.

I'm starting to recover from my meltdown. Just in case you're wondering. Thanks to the amazing foresight by the lil'ones who gave me new dishes with only four place settings for Christmas, I can actually cook and serve dinner now without sobbing uncontrollably for an hour and fearing that I will be committed before dessert is done. I can also now go grocery shopping without having a panic attack. Dealing with the sec has been somewhat of a challenge, but hey, I can't have a perfect world, now can I?

3 weeks. 3 more weeks. Yes, I'm afraid I have another countdown going. 3 weeks from today I turn 38 and 3 weeks from tomorrow I leave to go see Ms.GoingToBeBlueIn3Weeks as she CrossesOverIntoTheBlue. Who, by the way, has made it 21 days without a blister, a broken fingernail or a sore muscle. She makes boot camp sound like one big frat party.

That's it for this morning... work's a callin'!

Follow Up To Morning Post...

Noon. This lady and I are barely on speaking terms and stands here for ten minutes telling me how abused she is here. That was the word she used. Abused. She also informed me that it is because she is never allowed to take a day off. Or take off early.

Now, I'm sitting here nodding my head where she expects me to, trying not to crack a smile or fall out of my chair down on the ground in laughter. Ok. She is the abused queen and I really need to find something else to think about now. Sheesh.

TGIF (scorecardupdate)

She was told she had to come to work today. And she's not happy about it. So she's leaving at noon. In the past 6 weeks she has taken off 7 full days and 3 half days in addition to all the time we got off for the holidays. Yesterday she pitched a fit because she says works more than anyone else in the office... bitched because I actually left 30 minute early one day this week, then called from home an hour before quitting time (she left early yesterday too) threatening her boss that she was going to quit. We all had a pretty good laugh about it. I think she really believes some of the stuff she says, the poor overworked thing. Obviously she's delusional because even the clients say she never shows up for work and that's pretty bad when the clients are aware of the situation.

It is so funny and so terribly SAD. I feel sorry for her, really I do. That she has to be that way.

About...the NannySec

Good grief if thing's get much more hilarious around here I won't know what to do with myself...

the sec has started laughing just like the Nanny. OMG it is so funny. I dont' think she even know's she's doing it... but for 2 days I'm biting my tongue to keep from slapping her...

Just thought you'd want to know that bit of information. I'll be back as soon as I get out from under this stack of files...

About... Idiots!

Some people in parts of this country are just not capable of driving in fog. I'm talking we should shut down the city and call it a fog day and let everyone stay home not capable of driving in fog. Why not? They do it for snow or ice. Why not fog too? Many of the drivers who joined me in the morning commute into town (there's only one way in) this morning showed their knowledge of fog navigation by ending up in the ditches along the sides of the road. Listen people. The letters in the word FOG do not, I repeat NOT stand for GOFaster! Even in my medicated state I have common sense enough to know that...

Slap Your Mamma!

Busy. I think everybody in the whole darn state just about has been through our office in the past week wanting either a divorce or to probate their granny's estate. Yesterday I didn't come up for air at all except to send an occasional email to Jaye and Val...

On Friday, it was snowing. We shivered and cursed without jackets... we just don't wear them this far south and when the occasional ice or snow blows in, it catches one by surprise! So back to yesterday. It was HOT. Sweating hot. Mid 70's again. Supposed to be that way all week. Not that I'm complaining or anything, mind you. Just merely making the observation that we're having gloriously (is that a word? gloriously??) warm weather for this time of year... So back to yesterday. I was really glad to get home. I kicked my boots off and ran in to change out of my sweater into something cooler. Then, it happened. I paused just long enough to glance in the mirror for the first time since 6 that morning. Just as I started to turn & walk away, it hit me. I just had to look again. And again. A long, gazing look this time. Gosh darn it if I hadn't just had the best hair day of the last year and a half and missed it! Totally missed it! Not just a GOOD hair day. I'm talking slap your mama not a drop of aquanet every hair in place so perfect you want to slap your mamma in glee because you have awesome hair kinda a day. Did I mention that I'd missed it? Busy at my desk when I wasn't steeped in daughter-induced woe, and I missed it! It would have been the kind of sassy, flirty, feel good about yourself and the whole darn world wanna rip your hubby's clothes off and get sexy kind of hair day. AND I MISSED IT! So I cooked dinner. And nobody noticed. But I knew. Oh yes, I knew that whether or not I had been a willing and knowledgable (is that a word? knowledgeable? knowledgable? hmmm). anyway, whether or not I had been a willing and knowing participant, it had been good. fabulous in fact.

The first few hours of the mornings have been very difficult for me the past couple of weeks. Pretty damn hard actually. I'm having a decent morning today, first one. And I'm gonna go enjoy it while I get back to this mountain on my desk. Hope to get around to everybody's blog around lunchtime...

SCORECARD UPDATE!The sec was nice enough to call at 8:05 to inform us she would not be in today because she has a headache... but she sounded a tad hungover ;)

About Volcanos...

It looks like something exploded on my desk. Been a long time since we've been this busy and I've had to kick it up and work rather than blog half the day.

So NO, I'm not ignoring your wonderful comments, and I hope soon I will be caught up enough to at least spend lunch time out browsing the blogs...

Nothing going on with the sec other than she pee'd all over the seat again, nothing new there...

Gotta run!

Monday Mourning...

Feel like I'm in mourning.
The umbilical ties are really strong with this child.
maybe something later.

Tag, I'm It!

Well... Jaye tagged me last night but I'm going to have to wait until next week to get around to it...(sorry Jaye!)

Really busy at work together with trying to get used to this new rx. Needless to say it is making for some very interesting moments. (note to self: one and a half cups of coffee is now too many.) Have a great weekend!

Edited 3:06 p.m. SCORECARD UPDATE! ...the sec left at noon. Again.

Oh... and after I finally got over the coffee shakes I have spent the rest of the day feeling like I did 3 shots of tequilla, but it's been a happy, even buzz that does not require passing out, throwing up, or dancing on a bar. I can't believe this is legal. Wonderful! Ladeeeedaaaaa... laaadeeeeedaaaaa

Thursday...

Just wanted to say hey, and I'm here--just totally swamped at work and wish I could respond to your comments! Thanks, Merrit and AB for stopping by, too!

Hey, while I'm here, does anybody know what the heck a nurse praticioner is?? I heard that term this morning and thought nursers were really nurses and not practicing anything... oh well. I made the trip to the doctor this morning and have my bottle of happy pills to start taking this weekend. Guess I'm not doing so spiffy after all about Ms.WorkingOnBeingBlueNow being out of the nest and facing another semester of college and work and did I say missing Ms.WorkingOnBeingBlueNow?? ... Will try and post something in the morning!

Guns & Roses...

No, not THAT Guns and Roses.
I was thinking of redoing the top of my blog but didn't want to get rid of the roses. But was coming to post about the gun. Somehow it turned into guns and roses. I almost accidentally played a horrid trick on the sec. Truly accidently this time, of course... you see, she is deathly afraid of guns. And every now and then, when I am out of the office, she has to get into my desk for the checkbook. Well... this morning, a couple of the attys had to go off to big felon prison. One of them asked me to babysit his pistol. We all know that for him to have had it in his car or on his person when going to such a ritzy establishment would be a big-time no-no. Sure, no problem. I stuck it in my desk drawer (right next to the checkbook) and forgot about it... Unfortunately she didn't need to get into my desk while I was gone to lunch. Bummer. I would have loved to have seen the fireworks from THAT.

So anyway. Earlier today I was having one of those moments. They come every now and then and the rest of the time, like right now, it's all not so bad. It would have definitely been better though. If she had got around to opening up that darn desk drawer... ;)

Whine... With Cheese!

I haven't blogged because I just can't put into words the truly difficult week I've had. Staying really busy is making the time go by fast, then I slow down or stop and just want to cry and cry and cry... Who woulda thunk it would be so hard to have your baby girl move away from home the first time? In some ways it's not as bad as I feared, but there's this emotional rollercoaster thing that is pretty tough. We heard from Ms.WorkingOnBeingBlueNow once already. It was a one minute call, wherein she cried the whole minute and I cried and tried not to throw up for the next hour and a half. Lovely. I don't like going through this, I really don't. I've always been proud of being a strong un-sissified woman, and this crap really throws me off-tilt. So, if I don't write much right now, bear with me. I have a dr's appt first thing in the morning and I'm gonna try the happy pills for a short time and see if I can get myself balanced out again... That's it for now.

2006...

I'm here.
Just freaking peachy.
More later...