In the winter, it is about 3 degrees at my desk. My co-workers and I are forced tho share one heater between the four of us, which doesn’t help much. Something about some silly fire code. And now that its summer, its about 100 degrees at my desk. If someone could find me the just right porridge, that would be fantastic.
In the meantime, if you will excuse me, I’m going to continue melting at my desk.
Since my meeting was shorter than anticipated I will take the extra 10 minutes to write my long awaited LOST review- as well as vote my favorite season finale.
First off, I’m more confused than ever – which i suppose is the way this story works best. As I mentioned with the previous finales, it still seemed like a SERIES finale to me. Albeit a completely baffling conclusion. They got off the island and now we know how and why only a few did, yes they want to go back, but will next season be all off the island, cuz i signed up for a series about a group of folks LOST on an island- not a bunch of regretters.
Anyway, the show itself was awesome, cool new info and, wow, Sun! Also, how funny was it when Sawyer came out of the water? there is a great sumup from Eonline.
Now, my favorite, Ugly Betty. Why – because it actually felt just like a pause not a wrap-up. They created new mysteries , solved old ones and it was fun.
Anyway, must run back to eat and work now.
I have been to Target and emptied the throat care section. I am taking Chlorasceptic, Halls and anything else I can find and yet I still can’t talk. I know this is almost too good to be true to a lot of people, but it still hurts. I’m still tired and cranky BUT I just remembered LOST is on tonight. Another finale, hopefully this one won’t suck. If I have recovered by tomorrow I shall reveiew the last few finales that I watched.
For those of you who watched Ugly Betty last night, great show, you also know you can still act childish at any age. While in Betty’s case, that meant she could go back and re-experience some of the things he may have missed the first time around. Whereas our tv heroine had her first junior high dance, I seem to be back on the playground. Frankly once was enough! I don’t need to watch as cliques form, rifts occurs and people end up left out. In that case its me, which is different than the playground but I so don’t need a morality lesson at my age!
And seeing as how I’m the youngest, I would think others would know better, but then again i would be wrong. I guess you don’t always get over things when you get older and sometimes you still wanna be the Queen B. Been there, done that. I just want everyone to get along. Oh I am so wise at my age;) LOL.
I need some caffeine!
When did I turn into a sales person? I realize by trade I convince people to write about a product or brand, but that’s not the same thing. I’m in PR, I beg for free press.. I don’t actually believe in the exchange of money for said goods… where’s the challenge in that? But alas, I find myself hawking the fine advertising space our company has to offer. Eh, add it to the other million things I have to do. At least it’s somethingng different, right?
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!!!!!!!!!!
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.
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.
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?
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