Spas, Horses and Romance

So I did not train a falcon, although I probably could have if I wanted to. Actually, I think we probably could have done anything we wanted to. While my honey hasn’t quite gotten the pics online quite yet and I can’t like to them. Let me say that the website to the Greenbrier does not do the place justice. Not only is it more beautiful , more serene and more elegant… the pictures do not capture the feeling. Picture the movie Titanic, as they walk into the ballroom and the ship changes from broken down and sunken to the most luxurious ship (or however they described it). That was what this place felt like. The main house/ mansion was extravagant in itself but the fact that it was also nearly empty – save the dozen or so staff members waiting to help you at every turn- so it felt like we were alone most of the time.  

As if just being there wasn’t enough, there were so many activities to choose from that I decided Peanut had to go train himself. We went to the spa each day, toured the famous bunker , ate atop the golf course, sipped tea in the afternoon, toured the grounds on our trusted steeds and enjoyed a relaxing carriage ride. It was amazing. I really felt like one of those 18th century noblewoman who made the place their home…. well except the noble thing and those really painful looking hoop skirts.

And while I can’t pinpoint my favorite activity, I can pinpoint my favorite moment. Sorry ya’ll but it was my anniversary so I’m gonna get a bit mushy. After our 5 hour drive to the grounds, we were starving and ran to the golf course to  get something to eat. We were both hungry and tired and so excited to be there and ordered what sounded like the most amazing food ever at the moment and relaxed. While my honey ordered himself a cup of french onion soup -my favorite back in the milk eating days– he received what can only be described as a pile of bubbling cheese with some soup under it. While it was very good, there was a bit too much cheese even for my Norwegian mouse. As he sat there carefully picking through the cheese in an attempt to find some onions, he suddenly exclaimed I found a patch. Then he asked if I would like a bite.. and since it was food, i of course said yes. So he fed me his soup and pushed away his bowl… to which I said why did you do that. He replied that was the last of it. And I looked at him and said well then why did you give it to me. And he simply shrugged looked at me and said, “because I love you,” just like that. It was like living one of those old lifesaver commercials.

Anyway, a good time was had by all but sadly I am back in the present day , where there is apile of work waiting for me…seriously.. I was gone for ONE day!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

I’m Gonna Train a Falcon

So before I get into why and how, let me pose this question. When you’ve just sent 7 emails to the same person with 7 different requests all marked urgent and with the same deadline of 2 hours from now, do you ever stop and think.. “hmm, how the hell is she gonna manage that.”

And thus why I will be training my new pet falcon to search and destroy. His name will be “Peanut” and his talons will be mighty. OK, I’m not really gettign a Falcon named Peanut but I may go learn how to train one this weekend. My husband and I finally decided upon a destination for our 5th anniversary getaway. As we had to abandon all hope of Europe for the time being for fear that the all-mighty dollar will kick our all-mighty asses into poverty. Stupid weak economy!

But alas, we have an alternative fit for a king. We will be headed to West Virginia, which until my good pal Pithy located for me, I had no idea existed beyond bad jokes. However, it turns out the lovely state is home to one of the highest ranked resorts: The Greenbrier.

Tonight I will be packing, tomorrow I will be driving and by Saturday I will be training Peanut to attack. I can’t wait.

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?

 

 

 

 

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.

Crazy Voicemail Fun

I just spoke with my mother who believes I am cruelly and secretly taunting my callers. If you are fortunate enough to catch me at my desk, bully for you. However, for the 99% of other callers, as is dictated by my profession, I must leave an alternative means of contacting me. So I offer those in need of speaking to me, my cellphone and email. As my voicemail clearly states, you may feel free to try me on my cellphone. It says nothing about me actually picking it up. It also very sincerely states that you should go ahead and email me, it in no way indicates I will respond to you just because you’ve emailed.  My mother has convinced herself that it is some kind of sadistic game I play. I have no idea what she is talking about. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go change my voicemail message to say “nope not here either but nice try.”

And………………..Yay, it’s Friday, it’s sunny and I hear the thing to do this weekend is picnic with the Cherry Blossoms.

Closing Down Shop

Closing Down Shop  It appears that I need to be closing the doors to my blog. To those of you who have been reading since I started and those of you who have recently begun monitoring me from afar, thanks. Unfortunately, this was intended as a place to air my thoughts about work and life. It was a safe place for me to chat and share my personal thoughts with the handful of you whom I have invited. It is very sad for me but this blog while meant to vent about work and other randomness on my mind, it has been interpreted by others in a way I never imagined. The twisting and bad interpretation brings me sadness but more importantly has made me feel as though I’ve been violated leaving me with feelings of betrayal and a loss of trust for my personal thoughts. They were not mean to be widespread or hurtful, I do not use names, I do not speak harshly about others, I do not know why one would think I have. As I have said repeatedly, if you are looking for trouble you are bound to find it, but my friends you won’t find it here anymore, We are Closed.

On a side note, I extend an open invitation to all my readers both new and old, near and far, active particpants and lurkers to freely comment to this post and on the decision to shut this down.

**PLEASE NOTE- This Post has been ammended and we are indeed back in business!!

The Saga Continues

I’m still overwhelmed and still preparing to launch a product with no information. You would think when preparing for something like this, someone would have said, “hey, maybe we should be in the office to give our PR person information, a spokesperson, a tissue to wipe away the tears of frustration” but alas, I am without all of these. I am suddenly flashing back to the conversation that went something like “My goal this year is to give you what you need to make your campaign successful.” Looking back I should have sensed the subtext, “Yeah right, see you sucker.”

Well, thanks for reading and stay tuned for the next happy adventure of “what the f&*^? is happening here.”

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Broken Skin, Broken Furniture, Broken Car, Broken Nose, Broken Spirit

Let’s flash back to Tuesday when the movers called:

Starving Students rep: “We are going to have to send three guys for insurance and bonding reasons. It will be $30 an hour more. “

Me:”Ok, that’s fine. “

3 hours later……

SSR: “You know what, it’s probably fine with two.”

Me: “Probably doesn’t work for me. Send three.”

3 Days Later (7:10 am on moving day)….

While it seemed like a good idea at the time, using the hunting knife to cut the tape may have not been such a great plan. A little too easy to confuse your thumb and forefinger with the tape. I am a bloody mess. Is this an omen?

8:10 am……………… 

SSR: “You know what, we have had a couple of guys get injured, we are going to send two. “

Me: “Oh jeez, FINE!”

SSR: “They are on their way”

2 hours later…..

Movers arrive.

5 hours later…

Still in first apt watching the two inept movers attempt to move the furniture.

Inept Mover: ” It won’t all fit.”

Me: “What do you mean? It’s a normal size two bed apartments worth of furniture.”

IM: ” Yeah, it don’t all fit.”

Me: “FINE.”

2 hours later…..

We get to the new apt and it begins again.

2 hours later … and with a whole lotta help from the husband.

The movers have finished.

That’s right 9 hours later, they moved half of a two bedroom apt… at $100 an hour… way to go. As we walk around the apt and look at the furniture, not one, not two, not even three but 6 pieces are now broken, not upright and scratched.  Mother F^&*^s.

*Please note those who stumble on this entry while looking for movers in the DC area. While Starving Students may usually be the best movers ever, do you really want to be the one this happens to? Use another company.

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Following day, husband and I drive back to the old apt to finish up, which with only one/two cars and half of the apt still left will be taking the rest of the week. HINT HINT. As we take the sixth load down to the cars and I get in my car, out of breath and exhausted. BANG. Yep that was the poll. Mother F&*(&(r.

As my husband comes sprinting through the garage to check on his lovely and very upset wife, he throws his arm around me (forgetting the bag wrapped over his shoulder with the hard plastic part) ok, now my nose is broken… and of course my spirit. I want to die. How was your weekend?