We Have Termites

Even worse than having termites AND paying $500 to have the house treated, is having the termite guy come to your house at 7 am to begin work and shortly thereafter ask I he can use your restroom...and proceed to poop in my bathroom! O.M.G!

Thank goodness I had already left for work. But "my boy", who by the way is becoming more and more like me everyday, calls me at work to report the incident:

Boy: Mom, the termite guy came in the house to ask if he could use the bathroom, and he pooped! My ball rolled into the bathroom after he was done and he had turned on the fan and everything. I almost choked.

(of course his report was much more descriptive but I'll spare you).

Me: Put your Father on the phone.

Me: Why would you let a total stranger put their bare ass on our toilet? That's what fast food resturants are for! There's a Carl's Jr. right down the road.

T: I didn't know he was going to poop.

Me: Well you're cleaning that bathroom TODAY.

I have a hard enough time cleaning the bathrooms after my own family, there is no way I can clean up after a stranger. Maybe I'll just board that bathroom up and paint over it.

Double the Love

I had a rather large checklist for this weekend and I, for the most part, got everything done:

• Laundry - check


• Mop floors - check


• Clean bathrooms - Ugh! check


• Fit in a yoga class - change of subject


• Fit in a run/walk - change of subject


• Find a recipe for buttermilk cranberry scones - check


• Actually cook a semi-healthy meal - check


• Post on blog - check


• Finish a project for a co-worker's wife that just had twins (well she had the twins 3 months ago. It's the thought that counts right?) - check!

Finally I finished the necklace and as usual I'm unsure of giving it as a gift. I start to second guess myself - will she like it? is it her style? do people actually like handmade gifts?

It's a sterling silver photo frame that is completely handmade by me and strung on a 18" sterling ball chain. I call it "Double the Love". The pictures can be changed just by sliding new ones in the back. That's "my boy" in the frames.

Ugh! I just don't know what to think. Anyone out there with any feedback. I'd love to hear some thoughts.

I'm Just Saying...

I'm not an advocate of violence, but I can relate, "Dirty Dishes Sparked Girlfriend's Rampage".

09/09/08 1:40 pm

I've been sick for a few days. In fact, I know the exact day and time that I contracted this bug. It was Tuesday September 9, at 1:40 pm.

I was coming up the stairs near the men's restrooms at work. A man came out of the restroom, introduced himself to me and held out his hand to shake. When I got back to my office, I sat at my desk and proceeded to put a pretzel in my mouth. It was at that very moment that the following thoughts went through my head: 1) OMG, what if he didn't wash his hands after using the bathroom 2) OMG, what if he DID wash his hands, but touched the bathroom doorknob; and 3) eewhhh!

I just knew I was going to get sick, and I did.

Anyway I'm feeling a bit better today, or at least I was, until I ventured out of the bedroom among the living. Seriously my living room looked like something out of a cartoon. Stuff was EVERYWHERE! There was actually a banana peel hanging off of the dining room table.

I decided that I really wasn't feeling better after all!

Pierced Nipples and Full Body Tattoos

Okay, there are just some things you don't need to know about your co-workers:

1) they have their nipples pierced, and 2) their boyfriend has a FULL body tattoo. And when I say full body, I mean full body.

I have general rules about work: I don't ever need to be naked with a co-worker and I.don't.need.to.know.their.business.

Case in point - the new receptionist decided that I needed to know that in June, she had her nipples pierced. I broke my first rule and asked a few obligatory questions like, "what in the hell would possess you to do that?". She not only explained why, but she also decided that I needed to see it, and that's why I guess a cell phone with a camera comes in handy. Yeah. And there it was a nipple (her nipple!) with a barbell through it. Hmmm.

Since I had asked a few questions about the piercing, I suppose she thought I needed to know about her boyfriend that has a full body tattoo. Again along with this information were pictures!

Why didn't I think that since she had shown me a picture of her nipple, that she wouldn't have a picture of her boyfriend in all of his nakedness on her phone? She had several close up, very close up pictures. all angles. front to back. And every inch was tattooed.

Did I mention that they were very close up?

She kept going on and on about the artwork, but all I could see was the how the "dragon" had a piercing through his "skull".

I could have lived the rest of my life and never known this about her or seen the pictures.

They Say It's Your Birthday...

Happy Birthday to me! Today is my birthday...and I'm not really sure how I feel about it. Not really excited by not really down like I have been on previous birthdays. I guess that happens with age.

I was awakened this morning with a chorus of "Happy Birthday to You", from my boy and my husband. Hopefully this will be followed up with dinner out and a present.

It's September

Where did the year go? Just a little over 3 months before the new year. Unbelievable!!

Sitting here today I've been trying to think about the things that have happened in 2008, and sure there have been some big, life changing events (or event), but for the most part I think I've let the year just happen. Well no more!!

So as of today I am going to notice/pay attention to each day that remains of 2008.

It Was Just Too Much

and finally all came out in the most unexpected way. My boy has been sick. I know that he is really sick because he has never missed a day of school since he started 3 years ago, which he is very proud.

Sequence of events:

1. sick child last night
2. no sleep
3. child that didn't feel good in the morning, but no fever so decided to go to school
4. take child to school and drive to work
5. take call from school nurse that child is wheezing and needs to see a doctor
6. call husband to pick up child and take him to doctor
7. deal with passive/aggressive boss by rushing around to finish everything he decided can't wait
8. receive call from passive/aggressive husband that he absolutely has to get back to work and I must get home ASAP, oh and on the way, stop and pick up the prescription
9. drive like a bat out of hell to get home
10. get stopped by Sheriff for speeding

And that's when it happened -- total meltdown! It was all too much for me. I'm not sure but i think I blubbered all of these events to the Sheriff.

One good thing, he did let me off with just a warning!