Soap & Water

-My birthday was awesome. I got tons of presents and emails and calls from people I would never have expected to remember, and even flowers delivered to my work by a dude wearing a white vest with red poppies on it who sang a very unexpected chorus of "They say it's your birthday" to me. It doesn't get much better than that.

-I've been working 60 hour weeks all month due to my boss having a family emergency. She's coming back tomorrow and I couldn't be happier. I've lost sleep and patience and what little bit of my mind I had left. We were already one office person short so I've been doing the work of 3 people for longer than I thought possible. 'Stressed' does not even begin to describe the state of my existence this month. However, just when I was feeling it the worst, the other boss (big poppa/grand dragon) called to commend me on a job well done. Then I realized I was kicking some serious ass and things have been better since.

-I could sleep for 700 hours and still be worn out. This is only a slight exaggeration.

-Speaking of sleep....please enjoy the Top 100 Tracks of 2006 (with downloadable links!) so I can get some. Sleep, that is.

And By The Way

Happy Birthday to ME!

As my family pointed out to me at my party Sunday, this is the last year one box of candles will do up my cake. Now my only options are numbers, or the fire department on standby.

But, even as the old lady jokes POUR in (I do prefer the pink walker HB) the little sentiments in between make it easy to take them in stride.

Of Note:
"You're the best friend I've ever had or ever will have. And that's just fine by me" Of all the words we've ever written each other those have to be my favorite.

Best Friends are the greatest.

So Glad You Stayed

Picture It: 2004: Wal-Mart's Tire and Lube Center. I'm sitting in the little room, waiting for an oil change and rotation, flipping through whatever magazine I'd just bought. I barely notice that someone walks past the door, then rounds back again. I look up after feeling slightly creeped out to find a guy staring at me. This particular guy, I had basically given the brush off to almost two years prior to that particular day. I sit there in silence waiting for him to say something. He's silent and still for a moment, then he whipped his left hand up next to his cheek and gave me a crazed sort of look. He pointed to his ring finger and to the gold band and said "Bet you wish you said yes now!" and ran (yes, RAN like a big ole' dork) out into the store.

Picture It: 2007: Saturday night:Work. Crazy guy and I'm assuming Mrs. Crazy guy are in my POE when I round the corner to grab some 'every Saturday night' paperwork, and, catching site of them, I stop short. I watched as he poked her in the side and whispered something to her; something that I'm sure was to the effect of "There's the lesbo that turned me down!" And her face changed. She gave me a strange look, not angry...but..blank.

I thought back to why I had turned him down and I knew why. He was unemployed, bald (and to a 19 year old that's horrifying), drove a motorcycle exclusively, and had an uncomfortable obsession with the 80s. No one has ever thanked her for taking one for the team. So thank you, girl who looks suspiciously like his best friend, for taking this colossal hit for the team. We salute you.

Campfire and Special Feelings Sold Seperately

According the TV Guide Channel, one of their picks for tonight's "Family Fave" is a classic Charlie's Angels episode whose plot line reads "A girl is abused by a pimp".

Nice!

I Married A Griswald

I keep waiting for something excellent to happen to blog about, but honestly, the past few weeks have sort of blown, leaving little time to sleep, much less spend quality time with the internets.

The Highlights:

-Christmas started off well, but, due to a parental accident on the way out the door wound up not being Christmas at all-for the second year in a row. (Holiday rooooaaad.....)
-As a result, I sort of had a mini nervous breakdown. Lots of crocodile tears and unintelligible words, but I'm better now. I needed it.
-Work has been busier than ever, leaving me completely exhausted. I have just enough energy left to talk to hb before falling into a delirious, albeit shallow, sleep. But that's something I have to do, like shopping, and breathing.
-A mystery cold that's had it's hold on me off and on for two weeks.
-A very sick, very whiny parent. 4 days and counting.
-One creepy guy from my past (I used to be his boss) who came on to me so strong, on more than one occasion, that I filed a complaint against him at his P.O.E. (where these incidents happened) He won't get in trouble unless he does it again.
-If anyone wants to see Sir Creepiness I'll be more than happy to send you his myspace link ;)

There have been a couple of constant goods the whole time, though mentioning them at this point would be sort of awkward, and possibly a jinx. But it's good....possibly the best thing ever. Hopefully by my birthday (two weeks from tuesday) things will have evened out a little bit.


Then all I will have to do is sit back and wait for vacation, 64 days and counting.