It's my b-day today and even though I worked, it was still super-duper. While munching away on my favorite breakfast cereal. Lucky Charms, Erik gave me the first of many gifts - stamps and a stampin' carry-all case. He did good! It's like he knows me or something?!
Then, it was off to the P-factory where I found Sharon hanging balloons at my desk :-) Yippie, I like balloons, so cheery and happy. And, PPod had waiting for me a beautiful card with lovely birthday sentiments.
Then, work, work, work. Break - read Rubicon, way cool. Work, work, work (not nearly as cool as the book, but hey, it pays the bills and the benefits are good). Lunch out with Pam and Amy. Very fun. Work, work, work. Break - read more of Rubicon. Work, work, work.
5:00 o'clock whistle blows: Hubby picked me up and had the most beautiful and fragrant pink roses awaiting me. Then it was off to MacKay's - the best used book store in all of Knoxville. Purchased a couple books, then it was off to dinner at The Bistro. Mmm mmm yummy. From there we walked to Oddles Wine Bar and had a glass of vino. Then we finally headed home to the poor critters that were anxiously awaiting food and lovin'.
Turning 32 is rather grand... even if I haven't accomplished as much as I could have by this age, I'm working on it and will eventually. Besides, I have no desire to rush to life's finish line. I'd rather take my time and enjoy the wonderful journey.
Well, on to my next adventure - SLEEP, oh wonderful, joyous, super-duper sleep. Good night.
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Day 120 at the P-factory
It hasn't been safe for me to write... the 2C-REPs are on constant surveillance, and in fact, several new 2C-REPs have been commissioned to "get results." I am still searching for the truth (and warmth of course!) and now I must determine what "results" the 2C-REPs are after.
I fear they may suspect me of interfering with policy:
692.759
Book 6
Series: Mandatory
Sub group: Unity
Second-sub group: Humane
Policy Title: Mandatory Unity Communal Harmonious Humane Atmosphere (MUCHHA)
A "kick-me" note was found near my cubby hole. First, I would not use tape to attach such an unimaginative post to a frosty, metallic robotic pest (that's what magnets are for!). Second, if I were going to disobey MUCHHA I would make it worthwhile. MUCHHA is strictly enforced and adhered to by all, even the 2C-REPs. To do something as sophomoric as the note would only delay me in my endeavor, which requires more time than I am able to safely dedicate to the cause. Therefore, I have enlisted the help of two trusty comrades. With their assistance I am certain I will be able to crack the code and discover what is truly taking place.
I fear they may suspect me of interfering with policy:
692.759
Book 6
Series: Mandatory
Sub group: Unity
Second-sub group: Humane
Policy Title: Mandatory Unity Communal Harmonious Humane Atmosphere (MUCHHA)
A "kick-me" note was found near my cubby hole. First, I would not use tape to attach such an unimaginative post to a frosty, metallic robotic pest (that's what magnets are for!). Second, if I were going to disobey MUCHHA I would make it worthwhile. MUCHHA is strictly enforced and adhered to by all, even the 2C-REPs. To do something as sophomoric as the note would only delay me in my endeavor, which requires more time than I am able to safely dedicate to the cause. Therefore, I have enlisted the help of two trusty comrades. With their assistance I am certain I will be able to crack the code and discover what is truly taking place.
Bad Christian
There's this person, who I'll just call "Vex," that really, really likes to talk about things that I have no interest in. Things such as, Vex's personal life, medical/health issues, other-half issues, blah blah blah.
Well this morning Vex really wanted to share Vex's medical issues with me. I, as usual, was not interested and had already heard all about it before I even got to my desk. (Vex has a way of telling people things whether they want to hear them or not.) Vex was relating physical ailment problems to a co-worker as I arrived and thus I was completely aware of the whole story and did not want to listen to it again. I was rude and basically walked away.
I felt like such a bad Christian, until I realized that I'm not a Christian. However, that does not excuse my behavior and I know that as a good human I should have stayed and feigned interest. However, that didn't appeal to me and pretending seems almost as bad as what I did do... oh well. Maybe tomorrow I'll have the strength to be truly interested? On second thought probably not. Who has that kind of time?
Well this morning Vex really wanted to share Vex's medical issues with me. I, as usual, was not interested and had already heard all about it before I even got to my desk. (Vex has a way of telling people things whether they want to hear them or not.) Vex was relating physical ailment problems to a co-worker as I arrived and thus I was completely aware of the whole story and did not want to listen to it again. I was rude and basically walked away.
I felt like such a bad Christian, until I realized that I'm not a Christian. However, that does not excuse my behavior and I know that as a good human I should have stayed and feigned interest. However, that didn't appeal to me and pretending seems almost as bad as what I did do... oh well. Maybe tomorrow I'll have the strength to be truly interested? On second thought probably not. Who has that kind of time?
Let them eat cake.... yummy, yummy chocolate cake
For my birthday my Mother-In-Law made the most beautiful and tasty chocolate cake ever! It's rich, it's creamy, it's so delicious... I finally broke down and let the hubby have some :-) He likes cake too. There were 3 gorgeous crystallized pink roses that embellished this lovely confectionery. We each had a piece with some vanilla ice-cream... mmmmmmm. That was our dinner - shhh, don't tell, our little secret.
Monday, June 27, 2005
2 feet tall
You know how some people can just say something or just look at you a certain way and you feel two feet tall? Or maybe it's because they don't look at you or don't speak to you that as a result you feel like hiding your head in the sand. A couple of people come to mind that induce these feelings in me. I dare not write their names for fear that I will endure sudden spontaneous combustion. I must find the antidote and quick!
Shopping!
Well, I bought a new pair of pants today that are able to slide over my ever enlarging rump and a couple of new shirts - all of which cost less than the hubby's new shirt. I'm so excited to be able to wear clothing that will still fit after I eat breakfast, lunch, and hopefully dinner too!
I've tried eating less sweet stuff, but the weight still hangs around like the scent of a week old dead skunk.
If my behind continues to expand in all directions I'll have to entertain the most dreadful of all possibilities: exercise! Oh great beard of Zeus! There must be some drug or surgery that will rid me of excess baggage. Just kidding... mostly.
I've tried eating less sweet stuff, but the weight still hangs around like the scent of a week old dead skunk.
If my behind continues to expand in all directions I'll have to entertain the most dreadful of all possibilities: exercise! Oh great beard of Zeus! There must be some drug or surgery that will rid me of excess baggage. Just kidding... mostly.
Sunday, June 26, 2005
PPod's Birthday
Yesterday was PPod's Birthday and to commemorate the birth of this beautiful young lady, Mr. Communicator and I wrote a little B-day ditty for the special occasion. It goes a little something like this:
Happy Birthday to Pam,
Happy Birthday to Pam,
You're NOT shaped like a ham,
You're way prettier than a can of SPAM,
Happy Birthday to Pam!
We love ya Pam!
Happy Birthday to Pam,
Happy Birthday to Pam,
You're NOT shaped like a ham,
You're way prettier than a can of SPAM,
Happy Birthday to Pam!
We love ya Pam!
Fire in the hole...
Dollywood... we went to Dollywood yesterday with PPod and Andrew. It was fun! PPod an Andrew are super fun friends and the perfect companions for such an adventure. We met at 10:00ish in the morn, shared some victuals at Perkins, then headed out to the Land of all that is Dolly. It was really swell. Only 2 lines were long and/or terribly hot. The weather was perfect, sunny and warm and the water rides helped us keep our cool. The food at Dolly's play place was reasonably priced. Drinks, frozen ice snacks, and ice-cream were a bit expensive... but hey we figured as much going in. It wasn't nearly as cheesy as I expected, so that was nifty. The eagle sanctuary was amazing... such incredibly beautiful birds. And, the spf 30 sunscreen worked! Woohoo no sun burn! All in all a truly wonderful day.
Communication
Interesting... my hubby can write a book essay, talk about his favorite fruits in detail, determine what kind of plane he is... but try to get the guy to communicate something as simple as, "Mom and Aunt Bert are coming over Sunday afternoon" is next to impossible! I realize it's difficult to get a hold of me considering we live in the same house, have the "board" in the kitchen to scribble notes on, our phones have an intercom system, we have cell phones (with text messaging), then of course there is e-mail, the blogs we each read and write, and we drive to and from work together everyday....
If nothing else, couldn't he tie a note to Karma's collar and have her deliver it? She's less likely to eat it than Sass, it's simply beneath Ginger to do such things, and Jordan's so easily distracted. Therefore I place all my hope in Karma, sweet little doggie that she is, to help us keep the lines of communication alive.
I don't know what else to do other than continue to play 2,393,859 questions each night, which gets tiring and really boring after about the 13th question. And let me tell you folks, being married to a lawyer makes communicating even more difficult because each question I ask MUST BE EXPLICIT! There can be no gray areas, no ambiguity as this creates "loopholes" which all attorneys live for. One loophole and I'm a goner. Getting an answer, much less the correct or honest one simply will not happen in my lifetime. Then I must ask another series of questions all directly related to the first set of interrogatories... It's #%$$^@ absurd, impractical, and unfeasible!
If nothing else, couldn't he tie a note to Karma's collar and have her deliver it? She's less likely to eat it than Sass, it's simply beneath Ginger to do such things, and Jordan's so easily distracted. Therefore I place all my hope in Karma, sweet little doggie that she is, to help us keep the lines of communication alive.
I don't know what else to do other than continue to play 2,393,859 questions each night, which gets tiring and really boring after about the 13th question. And let me tell you folks, being married to a lawyer makes communicating even more difficult because each question I ask MUST BE EXPLICIT! There can be no gray areas, no ambiguity as this creates "loopholes" which all attorneys live for. One loophole and I'm a goner. Getting an answer, much less the correct or honest one simply will not happen in my lifetime. Then I must ask another series of questions all directly related to the first set of interrogatories... It's #%$$^@ absurd, impractical, and unfeasible!
Friday, June 24, 2005
I'm still here... kind of
Unlike my prolific writing husband I can't seem to stay up late enough to write about how badly I'm doing in my Financial Accounting I class, or how stressed I am about it, how dull work is...
PeaPod (though I'm sure she spells it P-Pod) was on vacation this week. Hence the reason work was so dull. I missed you PeaPod!!!!
Jordan's a really cute kitty, but she's still a pain in the @$$! She likes to "help" me type and do my homework. Hey, maybe that's why I'm doing so poorly, it's all the cat's fault. Forget the lamo "my dog ate my homework" excuse.
My behind is getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger. I'm either going to have to buy new clothes or take drastic measures where my diet is concerned. Guess I'm going shopping!
PeaPod (though I'm sure she spells it P-Pod) was on vacation this week. Hence the reason work was so dull. I missed you PeaPod!!!!
Jordan's a really cute kitty, but she's still a pain in the @$$! She likes to "help" me type and do my homework. Hey, maybe that's why I'm doing so poorly, it's all the cat's fault. Forget the lamo "my dog ate my homework" excuse.
My behind is getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger. I'm either going to have to buy new clothes or take drastic measures where my diet is concerned. Guess I'm going shopping!
Saturday, June 18, 2005
Friday, June 17, 2005
Day 109 at the Popsicle Factory
I've been working at the Popsicle Factory (P-factory) for 109 days. I began working at the P-factory March 1, 2005.
It's a terribly cold environment, washed in every shade of gray imaginable. The cubby holding pens are kept at a horripilant 37 degrees at all times, regardless of outside temperatures.
Last week, several rows down from my cubby, I heard what sounded like a cubicle shattering. The rumor mill stated that the occupant had accidentally dropped his stapler. Apparently he was immediately escorted away from the "incident" and taken to the sick bay by several Cold Control robotic Engineer Patrolers (2C-REPs). No one really "saw" anything, other than bright flashes of white light up and down the entire row where the sound originated. It is believed that the 2C-REPs erased all nearby occupants' memories. The fellow whose coop crashed has no memory of the event, only noted that pictures of his family and other personal effects were "missing." He also mentioned that his hand tingled, though he didn't know why.
During my two strictly regulated 15 minute breaks I search for the truth. Today I was only able to learn that in the P-factory's 23 year history only 3 cubicles have thought to have splintered and imploded. The first took place in the early spring of 1984. Very few actually "remember" or know of this. I paid a handsome price for these details, almost 47% of my weekly wages. My source is the 2C-REPs maintenance person (MP), who shall remain nameless. MP's employment began in the fall of 1985. While reprogramming the original 2C-REPs MP found a file containing information of the event.
Of course MP has enough dirt on me that blackmail would be a welcome gift compared to what could, and most likely, would be inflicted upon me. I must go, I hear a 2C-REP.
It's a terribly cold environment, washed in every shade of gray imaginable. The cubby holding pens are kept at a horripilant 37 degrees at all times, regardless of outside temperatures.
Last week, several rows down from my cubby, I heard what sounded like a cubicle shattering. The rumor mill stated that the occupant had accidentally dropped his stapler. Apparently he was immediately escorted away from the "incident" and taken to the sick bay by several Cold Control robotic Engineer Patrolers (2C-REPs). No one really "saw" anything, other than bright flashes of white light up and down the entire row where the sound originated. It is believed that the 2C-REPs erased all nearby occupants' memories. The fellow whose coop crashed has no memory of the event, only noted that pictures of his family and other personal effects were "missing." He also mentioned that his hand tingled, though he didn't know why.
During my two strictly regulated 15 minute breaks I search for the truth. Today I was only able to learn that in the P-factory's 23 year history only 3 cubicles have thought to have splintered and imploded. The first took place in the early spring of 1984. Very few actually "remember" or know of this. I paid a handsome price for these details, almost 47% of my weekly wages. My source is the 2C-REPs maintenance person (MP), who shall remain nameless. MP's employment began in the fall of 1985. While reprogramming the original 2C-REPs MP found a file containing information of the event.
Of course MP has enough dirt on me that blackmail would be a welcome gift compared to what could, and most likely, would be inflicted upon me. I must go, I hear a 2C-REP.
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Crazy Critters
I arrived home very late tonight. Trying to keep quite so I don't wake the hubby who must get up very, very early so he can drive to the land of crazy peach people.
Anyway, the dogs were barking when I got home so I tossed em' outside. Then, the kitties got into a little cat spat. I broke that up with a few squirts of water. Now Jordan is walking all over me, the keyboard, in front of the screen... she's driving me crazy. She's really cute, but she's still driving me crazy.
Well, the reason for getting home at such an absurd hour is soft ball. I'm on the work soft ball team. I'm supposed to be the back-up to the back-ups... but alas I was put in the game. Fortunately only 2 hits came my way. Of course I totally suck (hence the reason I'm a back-up to the back-up) but fortunately Mr. Tall was there to save the day. He's good. Really good. So is Pam, a.k.a. P-Pod, and her bearded "buddy", and Jason too! Actually everybody played really well. It was a good game. We won 16 to 13.
I suppose I should let the knuckle heads in and hit the sack. I'm starting to feel sleepy... of course I'll be really sleep tomorrow at the office when I need to be alert. Ugh... the darn job keeps interfering with my goals: sleep, eating, napping, snacking... the really important things in life. Well, it's almost the weekend, then I'll be able to devote much time and effort to my goals.
Anyway, the dogs were barking when I got home so I tossed em' outside. Then, the kitties got into a little cat spat. I broke that up with a few squirts of water. Now Jordan is walking all over me, the keyboard, in front of the screen... she's driving me crazy. She's really cute, but she's still driving me crazy.
Well, the reason for getting home at such an absurd hour is soft ball. I'm on the work soft ball team. I'm supposed to be the back-up to the back-ups... but alas I was put in the game. Fortunately only 2 hits came my way. Of course I totally suck (hence the reason I'm a back-up to the back-up) but fortunately Mr. Tall was there to save the day. He's good. Really good. So is Pam, a.k.a. P-Pod, and her bearded "buddy", and Jason too! Actually everybody played really well. It was a good game. We won 16 to 13.
I suppose I should let the knuckle heads in and hit the sack. I'm starting to feel sleepy... of course I'll be really sleep tomorrow at the office when I need to be alert. Ugh... the darn job keeps interfering with my goals: sleep, eating, napping, snacking... the really important things in life. Well, it's almost the weekend, then I'll be able to devote much time and effort to my goals.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Woebegone Toes
I realized to my horror today that I a need a pedicure. So, I removed the old, lackluster polish and began the great hot soak. Of course for the first 15 - 20 minutes I couldn't even put my toosties near the H2O for fear of scalding all skin right off the bone - which would then make a pedicure completely useless. I sat about, waiting for the water to cool, catching up on my friends' blogs. Then I became so engrossed in Andrew's blog that what I once considered to be my feet had mutated into giant prunes. Perhaps a 103+ year old can pull that look off, but alas, I can not. Now I wait and pray that my souls return to their former shape.
Goodness me, what color should my toe nails be? Red, pink, purple or blue? Oh wait, work will turn them blue for me. Gosh darn it's cold in my cubby hole. Apparently my employer feels that the colder it is inside the faster we parts-pushin' people will work. Whatever...
So, back to the color dilemma???? Oh what to do...
Hey, if opposites attract, then what would happen if a pessimist (who always sees the glass as half empty) and an optimist (who always sees the glass as half full) hooked up, would they cancel each other?
Goodness me, what color should my toe nails be? Red, pink, purple or blue? Oh wait, work will turn them blue for me. Gosh darn it's cold in my cubby hole. Apparently my employer feels that the colder it is inside the faster we parts-pushin' people will work. Whatever...
So, back to the color dilemma???? Oh what to do...
Hey, if opposites attract, then what would happen if a pessimist (who always sees the glass as half empty) and an optimist (who always sees the glass as half full) hooked up, would they cancel each other?
Sunday, June 12, 2005
Just Rambling
It's hot outside today, so I stayed indoors most of the day. Downloaded over 20 hours of music to my hard drive. Now I've lots of groovy tunes to listen to while I blog, e-mail, goof off, do school work... oh golly, speaking of which I should do some homework! Hmmm, wonder if I have any new wrinkles on the brain from all this reading and studying?
Friday, June 10, 2005
A New Day
This blogging stuff is interesting (now that I think I know what I'm doing... I hope). It's scary to think someone may stumble upon this, read it and think, "What a #!@(%) idiot!" - but hey, it's none of my business what others think of me, so I can't let that worry me.
I'm currently enrolled in Financial Accounting and it's very interesting (heck, I think that about every class I take!), but anyway, I can't seem to warp my brain around a few concepts. Hopefully soon they'll start to make sense and I'll have a better grasp of the basic principles that are the foundation for what I'm supposed to be learning.
Work is work... I muddle through each day wondering if I could do more, if I should do more, if maybe I am meant to be more than just a goon sitting in a cube answering calls and entering parts orders. I work for a great company with many wonderful opportunities... I just haven't figured out how to take advantage of these great options. I worry that perhaps I am getting too big for my own britches, that maybe I should just be content to have a job with super benefits... maybe I just think too much. Sleep, sleep is good. I should go to sleep and worry about it another time, like when I'm Queen of the universe and have nothing but time on my hands... then of course if I were Queen I highly doubt I'd still be sitting in a cube, thus my worries would quickly come to an end and I'd have new concerns to dwell upon, like gosh, didn't I ever learn proper grammar? Why do I write HUGE, ultra-long run-on sentences? Hmm, this needs pondering. Mrs. Mack, where are you now when I really need you? Meanest teacher I ever had, Mrs. Mack. But by golly I've not yet forgotten about you. Goodness what would you say about all of this? "To the back of the line!" that's what you'd say, "And don't come back until you've written something worth reading."
Good advice. Good night.
I'm currently enrolled in Financial Accounting and it's very interesting (heck, I think that about every class I take!), but anyway, I can't seem to warp my brain around a few concepts. Hopefully soon they'll start to make sense and I'll have a better grasp of the basic principles that are the foundation for what I'm supposed to be learning.
Work is work... I muddle through each day wondering if I could do more, if I should do more, if maybe I am meant to be more than just a goon sitting in a cube answering calls and entering parts orders. I work for a great company with many wonderful opportunities... I just haven't figured out how to take advantage of these great options. I worry that perhaps I am getting too big for my own britches, that maybe I should just be content to have a job with super benefits... maybe I just think too much. Sleep, sleep is good. I should go to sleep and worry about it another time, like when I'm Queen of the universe and have nothing but time on my hands... then of course if I were Queen I highly doubt I'd still be sitting in a cube, thus my worries would quickly come to an end and I'd have new concerns to dwell upon, like gosh, didn't I ever learn proper grammar? Why do I write HUGE, ultra-long run-on sentences? Hmm, this needs pondering. Mrs. Mack, where are you now when I really need you? Meanest teacher I ever had, Mrs. Mack. But by golly I've not yet forgotten about you. Goodness what would you say about all of this? "To the back of the line!" that's what you'd say, "And don't come back until you've written something worth reading."
Good advice. Good night.
Sunday, June 05, 2005
A New Adventure
Well here I am embarking on a new adventure. The idea of "blogging" is exciting and terrifying. Do I dare expose myself, my ideas, thoughts, dreams, fears in so public a domain or keep them hidden away as I normally do. Clearly, since I'm writing this I've shed a few fears. My hope is that blogging will help me grow in new ways, forge new paths, and learn more about not only myself, but those that may comment and share themselves with me.
I blame Pam for this (ha ha). She's a great friend and co-worker. She introduced me to blogger.com. Since Pam was so willing to share her blog with me I figured I too could do the same.
Being new to the world of blogging I worry that I'll somehow do this all wrong. Not sure if that's possible or not... anyway, I enjoyed reading Pam's blog and discovering more about her so I too wanted to be offer the same in return. I'm just thankful this site has a spell checker!
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