Crazy Day

So I dont really have time for a real entry today … and am frankly too fuming mad about something I cant speak of here… BUT I will share this story form one of those wonderful daytime tv shows that sums of the basic point of why I am mad. A very happy couple, I think with a youngster (hi carebear), leading a very happy life, were very happily in love. One day the wife went into a not very happy coma. Within 7 days the very happy husband had  a signed court order to pull the plug on his loving wife. They pulled the plug and the loving wife woke up completely! Like I want mexican food and dancing awake. The loving wife woke up only to find out that her loving husnabd was ready to pull the plug 4 days after the nice lady went into a coma. Good luck happy husband.. I’m sure your wife feels the true love there. GRRRRR

QUIET!!!!

It is very rare that I actually prefer the quiet to an active workplace but lately I find myself getting really annoyed. I wonder if its because that which is annoying me is a 3 day cleaning project of a cube. Seriously it is a 3×3 cube… how long can it possibly take. Sadly, the cube in question is right next to me. It could also be the annoying random songs being sung at the cube behind me as random items are hurled over the wall at me by the singer. Or maybe just maybe its the fact that there are still 4 or 5 people here making enough noise for 20. Don’t know – just a thought.

Oh and let me apologize for bailing on yesterday’s game. I had a friend in need but todays update…. one in on time, one in an hour later… one gone.. one getting itchy to get out… Unfortunately they aren’t the loud ones… Oh well

Incoming

Another one in… 9:45.. let the games begin….

Solitude

Hello … hello.. Echo .. echo….Everyday I come to work, everyday I go home. I’m fairly certain that is how this whole career thing works, what I can’t figure out is why everyday I come to work and then 4 or 5 other people show up in the department of 12. Another 2 or 3 arrive a few hours later. I must sit on the wrong side of the wall separating our team. Day after day my side is empty. Occassionally I get guest appearances by 2 of my colleagues, but they usually decide to leave a few hours into the day when they feel worn and tired I suppose. Perhaps its me, do I smell? Am I so awful to sit near? My friends, don’t think for one second I believe any of those are the reason. Ah look one walked in as I wrote. How long do you think he will last ladies and gentleman? Today we will play a game, How long will the apathetic workers remain? Tune in later to find out!

Ode to The Grey and Yellow

“Oh grey sweater, why do you mock me so, I try to ignore you but there you are right in front of me.. hideous… scary… and yet I can’t stop staring..” In all seriousness, how did anyone design this sweater? And why did my usually very well-dressed colleague buy it. To make matters worse, he is wearing a vneck undershirt underneath. I love clothes and my four overflowing closets can attest to my inability to get rid of things that are way past their prime… and yet nothing compares to the grey nightmare which I am forced to stare at.  Everyone has that outfit, shirt pants whatever that make them look just awful and yet they continue to wear it. In most men’s cases, it is their favorite shirt- which is why I have systematically thrown all my husband’s “favorite”  shirts out – so I do not have to stare and think, hmm well that shirts a mistake. Ok that was harsh but you get the idea. Men of the world unite… if it is smelly, old, ugly and more than one person has noted this to you… throw it out. You are doing yourself a diservice and may make the women folk question your hotness!

Happy Thanksgiving

Its 3:30. One oven is broken. One is emitting smoke at a rapid rate. The freezer just broke. My niece hasn’t stopped crying for the past 3 hours. Yep, it’s Thanksgiving time. I am very thankful for all that I have but mostly I am thankful I do not have to be positive and thankful for another year:) Happy Thanksgiving everybody!

You can’t be both

Last year while staying at a Bed & Breakfast in Thurmont, MD hubby and I stopped in on the Remembrance Day Parade in Gettysburg.  Hubby and his dad are big history buffs, so he invited the in-laws to take a trip back to Gettysburg for the parade this year.  On the way to my in-laws’ house, a truck that was stopped next to us at a light was kind enough to let us know that one of our brake lights was out.  Thank you kind sir!  So the plan was revised.  My husband dropped me off at the store to pick up a few last minute things and he would run to Jiffy Lube to get his brake light fixed.  Having completed my task…I called my husband…who was now at an auto parts store.  He told me that getting the light changed at Jiffy Lube would have taken 20-25 minutes, so he figured (using his man-logic) that he might as well do it himself.  Though I told him he’d probably be better off waiting and letting them do it, he assured me that he could manage and we’d be on the road in no time.  I knew that this would not end well.  Twenty minutes later as I stood fuming in front of the grocery store, my husband drove up.  As I walked behind the car to get in, I noticed that there was still only one brake light.  I climbed into the car using every ounce of energy I had to stop myself from screaming ‘I TOLD YOU SO!’.  A short time later we arrived at his parents’ house where he recruited his father to help replace the light, while my mother-in-law and I gazed on and discussed their mutual craziness.  Fifteen minutes go by…and still…one brake light.  My husband comes in and firmly states, “I know that you’re angry…but I had a judgement call to make…and I made it.”  So cute.  After realizing that this approach would get him nowhere fast…he came back with a simple “I was wrong, I’m sorry.”  I love my husband.  And I love that he’s learning (very quickly) that he can be right, or he can be happy…but he can’t be both. 

By the way…it took a total of an hour and a half to change the stupid brake light.

Buzzzzz

So it’s apparently not enough that I’m feeling like death and my husband has a cold…my kitchen is now under siege by a swarm of bees. Yes bees. My sweet hubby tried to tell me this weeks ago when he came home from work and found two of them in the kitchen. I kinda gave him the brush off and chalked it up to us leaving the windows open on a beautiful fall day. But with the rain and chilly weather of late, we’ve had all the windows closed. Today when I got home (feeling like death as previously mentioned) I just wanted to have some tea and collapse…but the three GINORMOUS bees in the kitchen had other plans!! And of course, OF COURSE, Mr. CookiePie wasn’t here to do the dirty work. So I gathered my weapons. A bottle of water to, I don’t know, hydrate them maybe? A rolled up magazine for obvious reasons…and an entire box of tissue for umm…disposal. The first two were easy prey. But the third one had an unbelievable will to live!! He flew from the window to the cabinet…then up to the ceiling, all the while I’m jumping back, swatting wildly, and screaming. A standoff ensued with me waiting for him to move and him holding his ground. Finally, exhausted and ready to have my tea and go to bed, I launched an offensive. I proceeded to throw things at him until he budged. My plan worked when I hurled the water bottle (empty by now…standoffs make you thirsty) directly at the ceiling. He lost control and fell to the floor where he met his demise. One quick note…these were drone bees without the ability to sting. Had they been regular bees…the plan would have been drastically different and I would have retreated. I’m off to plan the next phase: NEST – seek and destroy (meaning of course to call the exterminator…well…actually, to make my husband call).

PSA- Commitment Issues

This is a Public Service Announcement. There is a growing problem on the streets, cars cannot commit to one lane or the other. With two weeks straight of raining, it is slippery. In addition, commuters face the never-ending highway construction as we beautify our neighborhoods. Please, do not make it even harder to drive safely to work. Stay in your own lane. Here are a few tips to help you with this very fundamental concept of driving which I hope will help keep the streets safe. If its that hard to stay in one lane- get off your cellphone. No, the incessant beeping next to you and the faint scream you hear are not on the radio they are coming from the poor person who you are pushing into the highway divider. Also, we all love to listen to music but no matter how good that song is, if you can’t dance and drive straight, stop dancing. Thank you for listening and let’s keep those roads safe!

For CareBear

Quack Quack QUACK baby!!!!