Seattle was great. Vacations are fabulous. Friends make everything better. And I am relying on the old “a picture is worth a thousand words” expression to say the rest. Good-night all!
Weekend Pictoral Recap
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Things actually said over dinner tonight
“Oh shit. You said vegetable.”
“There should be a children’s book called Squirrels with Guns. It could be on the shelf next to Everybody Poops and Paddington Bear.”
“You know, when I was off.”
“Off your rocker?”
“Oh the consuela is strong with this one.”
“Can someone be orally dyslexic?”
“And that is the cue for me to go downstairs with the guys.”
“Do you re-use your satchel?”
“Skotch. That will be the word of the day tomorrow.”
“What do you mean? New Yorkers don’t have accents.”
“That was my boob. What are you the Nick-of-the-dog-world?”
“That was too sweet for me.”
“That’s because you have a sour soul.”
Happy Birthday Ellie!
Today my little girl turns 4.
It’s hard to imagine that Simeon and I have had her for that long. It seems like just yesterday we picked her out of the litter of eleven. She was special from the very beginning. The way she waddled across the floor to lick Simeon’s foot. We knew she was the one for us.
Things actually said over dinner tonight
“Oh! Pardon my nipples.”
“Don’t worry, those are functional now.”
“I can’t believe no one picked my ‘pile of pillows.'”
“You mean I have to say ‘erection’ five more times?”
“Just wait until he gets really mad. He turns purple.”
“Ahhhhh. Shwetty balls. Good times.”
(Phil & Chelle, feel free to let me know if I left anything out!)
Relief
My hands are still shaking, there are still butterflies in my tummy, and I am a little nauseous….But I
PASSED MY TEST!!!!
Oh I am so excited! Not only because I now have the state license to accompany my previous federal one (’cause one is not good without the other!) but because I can now read for fun, I can watch TV without guilt, and I can have fun again! I don’t have to spend anymore countless hours studying! I am FREE!
Well until I decide to get my Insurance license anyway….
Thinking…
…the words, “we are having a tea party today and I thought I needed a new tea cozy” were just uttered in my office.
…the weatherman told me this morning it is suppose to be sunny and 70 degrees this weekend. And wouldn’t you know it, I have to study.
…misunderstanding is a bitch. And miscommunication is it’s evil stepmother.
…the countdown ’til this work-week is over is hovering around 24 hours. Why now is time suddenly dragging its feet?
Today is a new day
Today is a new day, with a new mantra:
Today will be a good day. Today will be a good day. Today will be a GOOD day.
And why is that you ask?
- Sim had his doctor appointment yesterday and he is not dying!! He doesn’t even have Hepatitis! Wahoo!
- I scheduled my Series 63 exam for Monday. So what if it is in Milwaukie? At least I don’t have to take it on Friday!
- I lost 5 pounds!
- Proactive is finally working! In fact, I am not even wearing concealer today!
- It’s Pink Shoe Day again!
- It is finally “Hump Day!” Bring on the weekend already!
- And who doesn’t like a day that starts with a list?!?
Have a great Wednesday everyone! I know I will!
(P.S. I will get into more detail about yesterday later. Right now I don’t have that much time….and its a looooong story. But rest assure, everything turned out ok! Thanks for all the concern!)
Living Nightmare
What is more embarrassing than crying at work?
If you said “nothing” you would be wrong.
Because sobbing so hard you can’t even speak, with the worst blood-shot eyes you have ever seen, tears pouring down your face, mascara and eyeliner all smudged, your nose dripping so much even your extra-soft-Puffs-with-Lotion can’t keep up, co-workers looking at you with mixed emotions of pity and shock, and then it all turns out to be over nothing.
Yeah that is worse. Much, MUCH worse.
A Trip to the Beach
How do you get rid of the worries of a long stressful week? Take a day trip to the beach! Especially since I couldn’t bare to waste this beautiful sunny weather we have been having in February. So Simeon and I packed up the truck and put the pups in the cab:
Molly gazing out the window on the drive to the beach.
Blah. Yeah, that’s me.
Is this day over yet?!
I just got into my purse to take some much needed Advil and pulled out my wallet. I stared at my wallet for a second thinking about what I wanted to get out of my wallet. Then I realized I was digging for drugs and simply got distracted by my wallet.
Such has been this day.
One would think that after a nice long weekend in which I spent very little time cleaning, doing yard work (in the SUNSHINE!!), and organizing around the house, and a lot of time watching movies, lounging on the couch, and catching up on some quality time with TiVo, that one would be well rested and in a much better mood than I am actually in. However, this was not the case. Today was one fiasco after the next. I should have taken the feeling that I was “off” today as a sign to crawl back into bed and pull the covers over my head.
Did I listen to that brilliant voice in my head? No! Did I listen to my husband who said that if I just stayed in bed, I would lose my job and then I would have more time to spend in bed? No. I got up. Showered. Went to work. And spend the rest of the day regretting all of it.
Oh, how I long for the weekend. Thank goodness the next three-day weekend is only a little more than a month away. And a Good Friday it will be!