Oh, I've done so well with this blog! So proud of myself! My last blog was about joining a gym. I think I did well for a month then started traveling again and fell off the bandwagon (much like I did with this blog). Not much big news. We finally got rid of the roommate, built the closet and are now working on the bathroom. Exciting stuff, I know.
I came down with pneumonia a couple of months ago. I ended up in the hospital for a week. I've never been in the hospital before - that was quite an experience! I don't know if there's anything as humiliating as being asked how many times I've been to the bathroom in front of my friends. The experience really made me realize how lucky I am to have such great friends. I had numerous visitors and phone calls during my stay. Friends that kept my spirits up and let me know they were thinking of me. It was nice.
Is it too late for resolutions? If not, my resolution is to be better about writing on this blog.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Monday, September 10, 2007
Gym
I finally did it. That's right, I joined the gym. Now, the last time I used a gym on a regular basis was about five years ago. I'm never quite sure what happens to make me stop using or cancel my membership. I think it's just a gradual fade away, a loss of hope, a smidge (or more) of boredom. My goal is to lose 60 pounds in one year. Apparently, according to the sales person and trainer at the gym, this is a very doable goal. Does this mean I have to give up Starbucks?
Sunday, September 2, 2007
You, Me & M
Ok, we've all seen the movie (or movies.) You know, the one about the roommate that moves in to stay with you for a month or so until they get back on their feet after a break up, job loss, whatever. Then you can't get rid of them. You know who I'm talking about - you know who you are. Well, we have him. He moved in around November of last year and now it's September and he's still here. B asked him to start looking for a place July 4th weekend and he's still here. Still. here. And his daughter lives with us every other weekend. Still here. He left for about 3 weeks to visit his girlfriend in a third world country who just had his second child and came back and I haven't seen any progress on the moving out.
We're working on a home renovation project. We're going to turn the room his daughter is using into a master closet/bathroom, but we can't start until they're gone. The refinance on the house is almost done and we want to start as soon as we have money in hand. But he won't leave!
What about you? Any roommate stories out there?
We're working on a home renovation project. We're going to turn the room his daughter is using into a master closet/bathroom, but we can't start until they're gone. The refinance on the house is almost done and we want to start as soon as we have money in hand. But he won't leave!
What about you? Any roommate stories out there?
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Party Day (and Night)
So I hosted my first work party this week. Twenty five coworkers came over Friday afternoon to drink, eat hamburgers, drink, celebrate the past year, do jello shots, and drink some more. I had a great time and I think everyone else did too. Except for the guy who had to stand in the sun in front of the hot grills cooking burgers and dogs because B was out of town. He probably didn't enjoy it as much.
It's a little intimidating having coworkers to your house. These people are your friends for 40 hours a week, but most of them are not really friends. You don't see them outside of work, you don't hang out (unless you're out of town together, then you have drunken conversations and pretend the next day that you didn't.) These people (more than your real life friends) will look at your house and your life a little differently than people who aren't forced to like you. At least, that's what my insecurities tell me. It went well, though, and I don't think anyone thinks any differently of me now than they did two days ago.
I spent a lot of time talking to one guy that I've known for about five years, but have only spoken to about three times. He's a nice guy and I was glad to get to know him better. He was telling me a little about his life (like you're wont to do at 1am and have been drinking bourbon for 12 straight hours.) Listening to his stories makes me realize 1. I am very lucky to have drawn the good family card. 2. My life up until this point has been relatively dull and normal and that's not a bad thing. So, thank you C, for an interesting evening and for making me see things a little differently.
It's a little intimidating having coworkers to your house. These people are your friends for 40 hours a week, but most of them are not really friends. You don't see them outside of work, you don't hang out (unless you're out of town together, then you have drunken conversations and pretend the next day that you didn't.) These people (more than your real life friends) will look at your house and your life a little differently than people who aren't forced to like you. At least, that's what my insecurities tell me. It went well, though, and I don't think anyone thinks any differently of me now than they did two days ago.
I spent a lot of time talking to one guy that I've known for about five years, but have only spoken to about three times. He's a nice guy and I was glad to get to know him better. He was telling me a little about his life (like you're wont to do at 1am and have been drinking bourbon for 12 straight hours.) Listening to his stories makes me realize 1. I am very lucky to have drawn the good family card. 2. My life up until this point has been relatively dull and normal and that's not a bad thing. So, thank you C, for an interesting evening and for making me see things a little differently.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Check your lotion!
Excuse me, Sir? Yeah, you...the business dressed man in front of me in line at airport security. Can you please hang up your phone and take your shoes off. I realize you're a very important person, but do you really think you're more important than the 100 people behind you that are trying to catch their flights? Also, Miss? I know your flight leaves in 5 minutes, but maybe you should have planned a little better when leaving for the airport. I woke up early (left my meeting early, turned off the tv early) to get to the airport on time. Maybe you should have done that too.
I travel a lot for my work. Usually four times a month. I've been to most major cities in the U.S. and some not so major. Most of these people I've mentioned look like they've traveled a lot too. I'm not sure why they act like they don't know what they're doing. Yes, security lines are usually slow and long. It's a price we pay for being secure on an airplane. I try not to get frustrated with the families with 4 kids and the old, retired couples who don't understand that grandma can't bring her hand lotion through security. I know these people probably don't travel very often and kids come with many accessories. Business travelers don't have this excuse! It's not all about you, Buddy...it's all about me!
I travel a lot for my work. Usually four times a month. I've been to most major cities in the U.S. and some not so major. Most of these people I've mentioned look like they've traveled a lot too. I'm not sure why they act like they don't know what they're doing. Yes, security lines are usually slow and long. It's a price we pay for being secure on an airplane. I try not to get frustrated with the families with 4 kids and the old, retired couples who don't understand that grandma can't bring her hand lotion through security. I know these people probably don't travel very often and kids come with many accessories. Business travelers don't have this excuse! It's not all about you, Buddy...it's all about me!
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Shoes
I love shoes. No, really, I love them. We’re turning an extra bedroom in our house into a closet so that I have more room to store my shoes. That’s how much I love shoes. Now, I have a large foot – size 10, usually wide. That makes it difficult to find shoes that fit comfortably. I don’t care. If they’re cute, I want them. Actually I should clarify – I love sandals. High heeled, pink, yellow, red, blue, doesn’t matter. All of this unnecessary information is to say that when I heard that Las Vegas has a $3.99 shoe store, I had to go. HAD. TO. GO. So I did.
It was like shoe heaven. Sandals, flats, loafers, tennis shoes, boots. Now, granted, if you spend $3.99 on shoes, you can’t expect to get Manolo Blanicks. Not even Nine Wests. These shoes were cheap and most looked cheap, but there were so many of them. This store didn’t even have a large selection of sizes. I only found a few in my size and even fewer in my size that I liked, but I limited myself to 3 pair. I found a delicious pair of yellow and white polka dotted high heeled sandals, a pair of red and white checkered high heeled sandals and a pair of red sandals with a metallic stiletto heel. These I will forever refer to as my “Hooker Shoes.” These shoes scream street corner, red lipstick and a micro mini skirt, but I don’t care. I love them.
Now I’m off to buy clothes that match my new shoes. I think I have an addiction.
It was like shoe heaven. Sandals, flats, loafers, tennis shoes, boots. Now, granted, if you spend $3.99 on shoes, you can’t expect to get Manolo Blanicks. Not even Nine Wests. These shoes were cheap and most looked cheap, but there were so many of them. This store didn’t even have a large selection of sizes. I only found a few in my size and even fewer in my size that I liked, but I limited myself to 3 pair. I found a delicious pair of yellow and white polka dotted high heeled sandals, a pair of red and white checkered high heeled sandals and a pair of red sandals with a metallic stiletto heel. These I will forever refer to as my “Hooker Shoes.” These shoes scream street corner, red lipstick and a micro mini skirt, but I don’t care. I love them.
Now I’m off to buy clothes that match my new shoes. I think I have an addiction.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Where have all the manners gone?
So I'm not doing a very good job at keeping my blog up to date. It's been a couple of weeks since I so enthusiasticly set this website up and I'm not doing well at posting. I guess I'm just having a hard time deciding what to blog about. B and I don't have kids yet, so I don't have any amusing stories about my charming children and their crazy antics.
I travel a lot for my work and am in Las Vegas this week, training some employees on a new software. It amazes me sometimes how rude people can be. Were my parents the only ones who instilled good manners in their children? Are my brother and I the only ones who were constantly reminded to say please and thank you? To listen when someone is talking, or at the very least, to whisper if you aren't listening to someone talk and not TALK LOUDER THAN THE SPEAKER??!?!! Yes, we have 2 of those people in our class. I realize that we're not teaching rocket science or even something less challenging and more interesting, but come on people! These two women sat in the back of the room, talking in their normal speaking voice while L and I were talking to the group. Now, keep in mind, this is a very small room - maybe 20 feet x 20 feet. I don't know, I guess their plans for the evening are so much more important than this new system we're using at work. (I'm sure they're more interesting, but still...) Then they have the nerve to raise their hands and ask a question that we just covered. Agghhh!!! It makes me want to rip their tongues out, but I'm thinking that wouldn't be very professional and would probably come up on my next review.
Today was a 2 lattes day.
I travel a lot for my work and am in Las Vegas this week, training some employees on a new software. It amazes me sometimes how rude people can be. Were my parents the only ones who instilled good manners in their children? Are my brother and I the only ones who were constantly reminded to say please and thank you? To listen when someone is talking, or at the very least, to whisper if you aren't listening to someone talk and not TALK LOUDER THAN THE SPEAKER??!?!! Yes, we have 2 of those people in our class. I realize that we're not teaching rocket science or even something less challenging and more interesting, but come on people! These two women sat in the back of the room, talking in their normal speaking voice while L and I were talking to the group. Now, keep in mind, this is a very small room - maybe 20 feet x 20 feet. I don't know, I guess their plans for the evening are so much more important than this new system we're using at work. (I'm sure they're more interesting, but still...) Then they have the nerve to raise their hands and ask a question that we just covered. Agghhh!!! It makes me want to rip their tongues out, but I'm thinking that wouldn't be very professional and would probably come up on my next review.
Today was a 2 lattes day.
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