Maybe I came back wrong?

Having once again gone through a Buffy marathon, as I do pretty much every time I have the chance- Its a sickness really- I noticed a theme. After her friends pulled her back from her brief death, she continued to mumble “I think I came back wrong.” I’m starting to think maybe I did as well. Although, I wasn’t dead, I have been having some issues for the last couple weeks. Perhaps even though I made it to the other side, I made it wrong. Things just seem off lately. Not with everyone mind you- but save my hubby and a few other folks who still seem to be on my side. I feel like some of the others may have fallen off the thisgirl bandwagon. Problem is, I don’t know why.

And sadly, I kind of need some of my more support-y folks right now.  With granny legs in the hospital and the mass exodus at work, my stress levels are a bit through the roof. Feeling utterly disconnected right now is probably some sort of crazy side-effect of everything I guess.

But at least if I had some idea what the deal was I could try to fix it, but alas, the best I can come up with is I came back wrong.

Session 9

So once again, I disappeared. I know, I suck BUT it has been another terrifying week of drama and trauma. So I made it through the storm waiting from my husband to arrive back from the North Pole. Ok, so he was in Norway but still! It was pretty touch and go for awhile there but I survived. He’s back and bearing awesome presents I might add.  You know it was bad when my lunch conversation talking of Session 9, actually made me sad and think of when we watched the horrifying thriller about the old insane asylum leading to a killing spree. Very romantic indeed. I guess lobotomies and a crazed David Caruso = love. The only thing more disturbing than the movie was the context in which it was brought up. It seems we looked at an old abandoned insane asylum for our new office headquarters. Well, there’s a surefire way to get me to take some of my vacation time. Seriously, not going to happen.

Now in sadder news, my mother and I had yet another adventure this weekend. We headed out Saturday morning to the old homestead of Cherry Hill. Not much is still there from my formative years. What is still there is my grandmother. While I hope to not have to go through this in more detail anytime in the near future- it looks like her 94 years may have caught up with her. And I may be losing my last link to my NJ stomping grounds. Mom is back again today so we shall see.

In the meantime, my Cinco De Mayo anniversary is approaching and I am looking for some good and creative ideas for celebrating Five years with the boy. Aside from a lot of margaritas anyone have any good ideas?

 

 

 

 

Sorry about that…

I have been horrible about writing lately but perhaps it has been the whirlwind of activity in the last few days.. or it could be the more obvious just waiting for wordpress to put spell check back. Regardless of the stalling , here I am armed with a week and a half of events. For those of you who have been reading you know that the last few weeks at work may or may not have been traumatizing. The arrival of my long awaited hope was short lived. Flashback to last Monday if you will. Starting a brand new week, fresh and ready for work, all of last week’s drama behind me, I arrived at work. As the day progressively began to look much like the previous miserable week, it took on  a whole new misery of its own. As quickly as my hope came to me, my hope was leaving. As she broke the news to me that just one month later that she realized she needed to leave, I was happy that she wouldfind somewhere that better fit her. Perhaps I took the news better than the fearless leader with whom I have had my own not -so-fun encounters. This was worse, I could see him physically shaking as he heard the news. Ok well it was an hour later – but he was still shaking! And with that she was escorted from the building.

As the morning’s activity died down and we all got back to our daily routine. It occurred to me there was a bigger and more anxiety ridden departure that needed my preparation , my husband was going home for a week (actually 10 days.) So I went and got my cute remember me things together to send with him to his hometown in Norway so as not to forget his wife loves him and misses him. So armed with 4 greeting cards carefully marked with days of the week on which they should be opened, I headed home.

Two days later, our department had all settled back down from our latest loss, well all but me. My workload which had thinned upon the arrival of the new cutie and tripled upon her departure. Not only did I get a supplemented version of my actual work, i got her work which had also been augmented to justify two people’s attention. Mother F^&*^r.  And more importantly I have to take my man to the airport and leave him for ten days. This was not going well. But, after a teary see you in a  week, I arrived back at the office(well a teary goodbye and 2 hours of traffic) to make my load more manageable. And all had settled down.

The weekend was fun. Many hours of entertainment, not to mention sangria and empanadas, with the little blonde midget and the Sheppardess. New hair, new clothes and many long distance minutes later it was Monday again. Did get some bad news about my grandmom, who has been in the hospital for the last few days- she’ll be ok. She’s a tough little lady- plus the evil keeps her young.

Monday morning. Again I promised myself new week, better days right? Well right indeed, the doubling workload is obviously only one of the many issues I have been having here in the land of the paychecks. Repeated run-ins, which I am not even entirely sure by what they are being caused, with a particular individual had taken its toll on this fun girl. Leaving a rather bitter, extra bitchy, non-princess like shell. Well Yippee-Kay- Yay Mother F&(*&r, no more wicked witch! And as an added bonus both Bones and Gossip Girl were on last night!

Now if we could do something about the boy being gone still… sigh six more days..  

Oh and on a very sad note, this earth day marks the 19th anniversary of a family friend’s death .. as well as the 19th anniversary of the first (and only) time I saw someone die.. creepy huh? We miss you Ben.  

Slacker

After working out with complete determination ona  regular schedule for the last couple months, I seem to have fallen off the bandwagon lately. I actually forgot all about yoga the last week only to be reminded as I walk by all the non-slackers in the gym on the way to my next meeting. Well, this is just unacceptable. I have a made a date with Pithy and we are working out today and I will get back into my routine before our runnign team captian comes and kicks me ass!

 

For the Love of Snack Foods

I have a problem and I think I might need counseling. I have discovered the tastiest snack treat ever- well with the exception of the Vegan bakery, Sticky Fingers, so yummy. No, this easily accessible treat is Snyders pumpernickel pretzel crackers. They are perfect and very addictive. I’m actually quite amazed I’v been able to pry my fingers out of the bag long enough to type this. But alas, the bag entices me back so I will end this.

But before I go, they took away spellcheck when they re-designed the blogging site- or at least hid it real good. So, wordpress if you are reading, put back the stupid spellcheck button please. I can’t type.

Bad Names

I sometimes complain that my name is silly. I sound like a greeting card… an address, what have you. I take it all back. Thanks to this article, I will say thanks mom. Click here to feel better about your name too.

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Shenandoah

Ok – So I had planned an exciting post about our trip the the Shendoah National Park and Skyline Drive this weekend, but I don’t feel much like writing it right now. I will sum it up though. It’s a beautiful drive and there is charming little restaurant in Skyland.  Ok , go plan your trips now.

Good food, Good friends, Good service- Well 2 out of 3

Despite the insane amount of cake I ate yesterday in preparation for CareBear’s birthday, we managed to make it out to our dinner fun.  As the birthday girl and I sauntered into our most favorite restaurant in all of DC, Chilli’s of course, we realized it was a packed house.  So, as our favorite booth was occupied, we made our way to the bar to sit and wait for DC’s newest semi-goth resident, our very own Fibonacci …seriously Count has nothing on you :) We were in luck, two minutes left of happy hour.. and happy we were!!!  We were even clever enough to dodge their up-selling prowess, “would you like some wings..um no .. duh” And in an amazing twist in what promised to be a series of luck for the evening, our booth opened up. Flying across the room, leaping over tables, charging ahe….ok whatever so I walked, we secured OUR booth. Unfortunately, our booth was strewn with its previous inhabitants food and drink. Eh, still ours!

Suddenly a text came in, “I am around the corner”. Yay, the numbers didn’t throw our little genius. As she sat down, we looked at our table and realized – hey no one’s cleared this table, then at our watch, and it’s been an hour.. hmmm. And then our eyes were drawn to the neon flashing light. Free Wings! They were free, we had not thwarted the attempts of the mean capitalist pig?? What’s going on here. As we sat amidst free wings and cleared tables, we began to see that we have been mistaken about our luck. At that moment , we beckoned to our server, um can we order? Turns out they mistakenly thought we had eaten and finsihed and were juts taking up one of their limited booths. As she rushed away to go bring us food and drink , we three princesses relaxed and enjoyed our first night out together in  forever. Despite the turmoil , it was a fabulous birthday feast for CareBear- wingless and under a pile of other people’s dirty dishes-but happy.  

In other news, if I don’t stop eating so much. I’m going to explode. Mom just stopped by bearing a surprise present for my husband and food.. lots and lots of food.

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday Carebear. Can’t wait for dinner tonight.. despite the fact that I just ate half a cake.. I think I’ll go die now.

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