Pepsi Can

I just bought a Pepsi from our vending machine. I don't like the new can design.

Workday Blues

It's Monday. It feels like a Monday. I think my company is the only company in the world that is open today. And despite the fact that we've been pleasantly slow, I don't want to be here.
I am not sure if my lack of desire to be here stems from normal Monday blues or from something deeper. Those familiar with what has been going on at work are aware that for the last 8 months I have been the supervisor by proxy for the Customer Service Department. Then 2 weeks ago they finally hired a "Supervisor" who has been here since last Thursday. They have yet to let me know how my role will change and what it is now I should be doing. Needless to say I am doing my best to not act like a lioness who's cubs are being attacked. Call it nature or self preservation - whatever you call it, I am trying really hard to not let myself feel like my toes are being stepped on especially since I hope to work well with this new supervisor.
I'll keep you posted to if the mother lioness attacks or not!

Sick and Raining

It's Saturday. I love Saturday's, no work, no school, no responsibilities. Except I am still sick and its raining outside. In all actuality I wouldn't mind the rain if my dear hubby was here to entertain me, keep me company, snuggle with me while we watch a movie. But alas, he's gone to help out a friend by judging a middle school drama competition. So I am here, alone.
I am trying to get my strength up so that later I can help with our garage, hopefully we can get it drywalled today or tomorrow or sometime before the surprise party we're throwing. However for now, its off to the couch I trudge to watch Saturday morning cartoons and eat oatmeal (Mm, I love oatmeal). Maybe later I'll call my friend and see if she would like to come down and watch a movie.

Love never ending

I read an article this morning about archieologists finding bones over 3000 years old of a couple hugging. They've yet to determine their age or cause of death however, how Romeo and Juliet is that? So adorable.

Shower

*Just a quick disclaimer, my brain is slowly turning to pudding as the highlight of my day thus far had been watching Engaged and Underaged - which I am sadly unhappy with the name since NONE of the people are there are actually UNDERAGE, just young*

We all get this way when we're sick. We get in our favorite PJ's, with our favorite slippers and favorite blanket and we hold court on the couch watching mindless TV, fading in and out of conscieness (unless you have a TV in your room, in which case you probably stay in bed), drinking child-like juice and whining (okay, maybe I am the only one who whines - I HATE to be sick). Depending on how long your sick for, this can last days. For me, it's been since Sunday (and I realize its only Tuesday but as afore mentioned, I hate being sick and everyday feels like a week).
I don't know about anyone else but the idea of showering during this time is horrible. I know, I know it sounds disgusting but its true. Who wants to make that effort for your jammies and couch? Who has that energy? So fine reader, I am admitting that I hadn't showered since Sunday, I am sick - get over it. My sweet sweet husband (I think out of desire to not have to sleep next to a sick, snotty, smelly wife) always tells me "Shower, it will make you feel better". I always fight him until finally I give in. And unfortunetly he's usually right. Showering does make you feel better. Maybe not put on your work clothes and haul ass to the office better but clean and not smellying so bad better.
I just got out of a shower. I am in a new clean pair of favorite jammies, slippers and about to be back on the couch however I just wanted to send a kudos to my hubby who, while not here to make me do it, deserves the credit for my shower.

Again, Reward for finding my voice - if seen or heard, please call. . .

Voice - day 2

Day two of my inprisonment without a voice. I don't like this. Not one bit. I like to talk. I am a chatter. I used to get in trouble in school for chatting to much. Now I can't chat at all. I would never last in prison in solitary confinement - NEVER. I'd go crazy. I am about half there now.

If anyone finds my voice please return it - REWARD IF FOUND.

Voice

As sit here in front of my home computer at 9:00 am on a Monday with laryngitis, several thoughts are racing thru my head:

• What do people who don't work do all day?
• How do deaf/mute people deal with our world?

Since I have very little voice and what I do have sounds like Peter Brady going thru puberty, I am in awe and thankfullness that I will get better from this and eventually have my voice back. Not being able to speak is annoying and puts a real damper on what I can get done during the day.

First - we're having some problems with our DSL/home phone. For some reason the data boxes we've always had and never had a prior problem with decided on Saturday they were done working (if that really is the case). So our normal phone is plugged directly into the phone jack which is causing some background data transmit sounds when we make a call. Now normally I would solve this by calling 611/AT&T and reporting the problem - HOWEVER, they have this lame voice response system and you have to answer thier annoying little computerized people to "help direct you to the correct department". This stupid system does not acknowledge my aforementioned voice issue thus leaving me unable to deal with the issue today. Now if I was permanetly like this what would I do?

Second - I work in a call center. CALL CENTER. My job is to make sure that phones are answered, help is given and people are happy. It is difficult to do that when you yourself have no voice. What would I do, if I was permanetly like this?

Third - and last. Having a simple phone conversation is painful (literally and thearetically). It hurts to talk yet I am a people person and love nothing more than a chat on the phone with family or friends. I can't imagine having to go thru TDD to do that. What would I do, if I was permanetly like this?

So to summate my little blurb - laryngitis bad.

Starting over

So far 2007 has been a year of fresh starts for myself and Rick. We've been trying to maintain not only a healthly lifestyle food wise (as I sit eating my 3rd monster cookie of the day) but also a healthier way of life in general.
2006 was a difficult year for us. We struggled. For the most part - this was not because of an outside forces that was inflicting this on us but rather from our own inability to grow up, not be selfish and stop acting like 20 years olds who just moved out of their parents homes and believe Top Ramen really is a balanced breakfast. With this weighing our "boots" down - we have entered 2007 with vigor. One of two things have happened to us - either we're doing a REALLY good job of playing adults OR we really have grown up. My Peterpan syndrome would like to believe that we're wearing the suit and tie over our green leotard and hiding our wooden sword in our briefcases and that we haven't forgotten how to fly altogether. My internal Doctor Phil questions why I feel like I still need to fly. And quitely in shadow is Tinker Bell telling its okay to grow up, just don't grow old and forget.
Therefor that is what we're working on. We're keeping our house a respectable level of clean ALL THE TIME - as compared to when we knew people were coming over. We're balancing our check book BEFORE we spend money - as compared to swiping our ATM and hoping it cleared. And most importantly we're learning that the simplier things really are more important, a night in with friends versus a night out at the bar. A movie on DVD versus the $40 it would cost to go the the cinema. And maybe, just maybe by the time I hit that twenty ten birthday, I'll be able to say "I may be thirty but I feel like a respondsible 21!"