Too many thoughts for a coherent blog - it must be time for another Random Ramblings...
1. I miss the Bahama Mama. In case anyone doesn't know, that is my best friend who just happens to live in Nassau, Bahamas. I won't get to see her till June though, when she's home for our friend's wedding - in which we're both bridesmaids. I'm in definite need of some Monica time.
2. The husband and I are back on the baby train. As in, we went to my specialist this week and have decided that my body is healed enough (and I am at peace enough with everything emotionally) to get back on the fertility drugs and start doing all that fun stuff again. I'm happy and ready to try this again, wish us luck!
3. I am in love with green olives. I realized a couple weeks ago how much I mention my infatuation with them and I've finally come to the realization that I've fallen in love with them. The ones in my fridge right now are each stuffed with an entire clove of garlic! So good - even though I don't smell so hot after eating them.
4. I really am going to buy a guitar - yay! A certain "someone" keeps bugging me about it - and although I pretend to be annoyed, it's really the best way to get me to actually follow through on it. With no one harassing me it's too easy to put it on the backburner.
5. The husband will turn 29 in April. I keep teasing him that he will be too old for me then since he'll be three years older instead of two (for the two months until I turn 27 anyways), but I'm already stumped on what I should give him for a present...any ideas?
6. Yesterday at work someone said something to me that really made me think. On one of the magazines I'm an editor for, I work with this wonderful woman whom I've never met, but that I've come to love via the phone and email - and she's recently lost her father. She spent six weeks living in his hospital room and was with him when he passed just a month ago. So yesterday she was telling me that she's going on a snowmobile trip with her friends and family this weekend - even though she has tons to do at work. She said "You know what Ali? With everything that happened with my dad - I've come to realize that there is just no time to keep telling my friends 'let's go for dinner sometime' or 'we'll have to go for coffee to catch up' and then never doing it. My dad gave me the gift of realizing that I can never take those people for granted. When I tell people I want to get together I just need to do it - no more putting off spending time with people I love, you know?" Too which I said "you are absolutely right." And when I hung up the phone I decided that she was right, and that I'm going to try and live by her example - you just never know when someone might not be there anymore.
7. I love the way men smell. Now husband - don't get all pouty about this - because I haven't been walking around smelling random men. I just always notice when a man smells nice. And it's not when they've had a bath in cologne, or their hair reeks of pomade. It's that subtle smell they give off. It might be a little cologne, and a touch of deodorant...but some guys just have that musky, manly smell that is so intoxicating (and yes husband, you do smell that way). It makes me think of a protector - like I am safe from harm or something - you probably all think I'm loony and my husband probably thinks I've been too close to other men, but I know what I'm talking about.
8. Last night I slept like a baby. I think maybe the near bottle of wine I drank and the relaxing jazz I was listening to before I crawled into bed may have had something to do with it though.
9. I wish I could label the world. We have a labelmaker in our office and today I re-discovered it. I love making name tags for everything - my plants, my chair, my computer, my co-workers, you name it and I'll label it.
10. I'm going to start going for coffee at least once a week. Not running through the drive-thru at Tim Hor.ton's, but going to an actual coffee shop, either by myself or with someone else, and spending a couple hours there - either having good conversation, writing or drawing, and watching the world go by. I love all of those things and they have taken a backseat for too long.
So today was my first day back at work after my holiday. It was busy, just as I had hoped it would be, and I loved getting caught up on all the drama and goings-on while I was away. I went in early to go through all the email that had accumulated, and essentially spent most of the day getting myself up to speed on what magazine was in what stage of production and trying to get my bearings on what the rest of the week will bring. So far, things look good, and I was glad to be back. Halfway through the day, the husband (who isn't back to work until Wednesday night) decided to head back to Ontario for a visit and to go ice fishing with one of his friends - it only makes sense, he's off, I'm busy, and there isn't a hell of a lot to do when the rest of the world is at work. So off he went until sometime Wednesday morning. No problem, I don't mind being alone once in a while; in fact I thoroughly enjoy it most of the time, and that means that I can do whatever I want tonight and tomorrow night. Watch what I want on tv, eat what I want (or not cook might be a better explanation), listen to what I want - bliss. So late this afternoon there was some jazz on in the office and I was thinking "aw man, I am in dire need of a good dose of jazz!" Since none of my friends are into jazz, and I didn't really feel like hanging out with anyone anyways, I decided to come home and make the most of this evening alone. I drove home, took off my work clothes, pulled on a soft old t-shirt, brought up my jazz collection on the computer (and set it up to download a bunch of new stuff), then decided that I wanted some wine. I knew there were a couple bottles kicking around in our apartment, so I dragged a chair into the kitchen, climbed up on it, and voila! Two bottles of wine - one white, one red. Since I didn't know what I felt like I decided to open them both. But hmmmm, can't find a corkscrew for the life of me. So what do smart, inventive girls do when they can't find the corkscrew? Well, this girl dragged out her toolbox, found a screwdriver and a mighty big screw, wound it into the cork, and used a hammer to slowly pry the cork out - worked like a charm! Now that might not be the most "classy" way to open a bottle of wine, but it worked, so it's fine with me. And I've been curled up in a chair in my living room, drinking wine and listening to some amazing jazz for the past hour, and I plan on putting myself right back in that chair in about 5 minutes. Good night all.
Last night we got back from our one week vacation to Huatulco, Mexico. I've posted lots of pics below (though there are tons more) to try to give you an idea of how beautiful it was there. I would go back in a heartbeat - it was gorgeous, the people were friendly, we felt safe walking around no matter what time of day or night it was, and it was just what I needed to get myself back on track and forget about things that I've been trying desperately to let go of. My favourite part of any flight - that moment when you go above the clouds...it feels like you're in a whole other world, miles away from everything. Magic. The view from our hotel room. We ended up on the very top floor of the hotel - the 10th. But as you'll see from the picture below - it wasn't really in floors, but more in levels of buildings. We were the top floor, in the highest building built into the mountain - our view was the best there was. The picture above is of buildings 8, 9 and 10, from the 7th building bar. Our room is the very top floor, on the left - I measured our balcony to give you an idea of how much space we had on ours - it was 30 feet long, enormous! We had heard through the grapevine before we left that if you had a room in the 10th building that you could have a shower and see the whole view. That rumour was true - our jacuzzi/shower had it's own set of patio doors that we could open and look out of while we showered - sigh, I wish I was there now. Since our building was so high up, if you didn't feel like walking there was a shuttle service that would zigzag up the mountain and drop you off on your floor. My mother-in-law, father-in-law and the husband are on this shuttle - it was the day we got in and we were on our first trip up the mountain. Here's the husband in our jacuzzi relaxing one night (and no, you can't see anything). I took this picture from our bed - it was weird, because to the left of him is the patio to look out onto the ocean, to the right there are 2 marble steps leading into the rest of the bathroom, and he's looking at me lying on our bed. Why there was an opening that way I have no idea - but it made for some interesting viewing while one of us was in the shower. This is a pineapple plant that was growing on the seventh floor - there was a line of about 20 of them lining the bar. On our second last day we took a catamaran tour from Santa Cruz of seven of the local bays and did some snorkelling. This is a view of the town as we were pulling out into the ocean. This is also from the catamaran trip - if you look closely you'll see a face in the mountainside. They say it's a natural face - it was really cool, it looked like a little old man. This is my mother-in-law (and the husband) one afternoon on the beach. My mother-in-law and I had been drinking pina coladas for a couple hours by this picture and she was in the middle of a drunken laughing fit. We went shelling almost every morning on the beach - this was my treasure from just one day. A perfect little shell that I found one morning on the beach. Two HUGE rock lobsters at a restaurant not far from our resort. We ate at this place twice because it was so cool - you picked what you wanted and they would cook it right in front of you on a homemade grill. Here's our waiter cooking our fresh lobster and a steak for my father-in-law. Some of the decor at the restaurant - of course I laughed my ass of when I saw these two cows being naughty, it required a picture, naturally. The view from our hotel room at dusk. There were three hammocks that hung from palm trees in our "backyard" on the 10th floor every day. The husband and I took advantage of them nearly everyday. My mother-in-law buying some Mescal (aged tequila) at the market in La Crucecita, where we went shopping a couple of the days. The first day we went, the lady in the background kept giving us samples of all the different types of tequila (every single bottle behind her is filled with a different flavour of tequila, just to give you an idea), so we were pretty happy walking around the market. We ended up buying our liquor limit in her store - damn that Mango mescal was awesome! This is one of the churches in La Crucecita - I have tons more pictures of it, you just can't imagine how beautiful it was. On the ceiling is a 130 foot painting of the Virgin Mary, it was breathtaking. This is one of the resorts just down the beach from us, I think if we go back to Mexico we'll stay there - it was smaller, but we were allowed to go onto the grounds and look around, and it was so secluded and beautiful that it made you feel like you were in another world. Here's Squinty (aka the husband) and I from our balcony. A quiet shot of the beach at about 8:00 am one morning. Totally deserted except for us. Here's my sunburn on the third day. And though I did burn quite a bit - surprisingly it has turned into quite a nice tan. Although I have no doubt that I will be teased about not being tanned from my co-workers. I was wearing sunscreen with an SPF 50 everyday - and still I burned this way. Yeesh!
So, overall we had an amazing time. We were up at 6:30 every morning, having breakfast just after 7 and on the beach by 8. From then until 1pm we would lay in the sun, swim in the ocean, go shelling and stroll down the beach before walking a few steps to the lunch buffet. Then we would lay on the beach for awhile longer before heading up to our rooms to shower and put on fresh clothes.
We found a little coffee shop that sold amazing chilled coffees - so nearly every afternoon we would stroll down there to sit on the patio and watch the world go by, then check out the shops on that strip. Finally we would make our way back to the resort for dinner, then watch the entertainment crew put on an amazing show before either heading up to bed, or sitting by the ocean.
My in-laws were in bed by about 9:30 every night, but the husband and I stayed up some nights to check out the disco, or sit by the ocean, or sit on our balcony and marvel over how beautiful everything was.
So okay, my in-laws drove me a little insane. It's just because they were with us 24/7. As in together from 7 till bedtime every day. I quickly got into the habit of having a "nap" everyday after lunch to have some time alone. Then the husband and I would shower and sneak out to the hammocks to swing in the breeze and chat, or read, or listen to music. Or we would actually nap or do other fun, um, grown up things (wink).
It would get soooo hot laying on the beach everyday and one day in particular was crazy hot - the temperature on the sand that day was 116 degrees fahrenheit! Insane! That was the day I got that crazy sunburn in one of pictues above.
Anyways, that's all I can think of right now - I'll do another post tomorrow of all my treasures and of my tan - just so I have proof that I really did tan.
And as I told you all before, I really missed you all - like crazy! And as sad as I am to be back in the cold weather, I'm happy too because now I can get back to reading about all of you.
We're home - I'm exhausted and on the verge of insanity with my inlaws - I'll post tomorrow when I'm feeling a little more me and a little less on the verge of staging a murder suicide.
Whew! Another exhausting day, another wonderful day! We were up at 6:30 this morning, as we have every morning since we´ve been here...spent the morning on the beach, napped this afternoon, and just came back from a wonderful dinner where we feasted on Mahi,Mahi, a chocolate fountain and too much white wine. Divine. Tomorrow we will hit the beach early again, then we plan on heading into the city again for some late afternoon shopping (jewelery here I come!) and then to a local restaurant for some seafood. On Thursday we´ll spend the day snorkelling (we´re going on a catamaran tour that hits seven of the local bays), then one last night relaxing and drinking while we´re entertained by the fabulous entertainment crew because Friday morning we´ll be back on a plane to chilly Winnipeg. Pout. But as sad as I am to leave, I´m also excited to come home and see all my comrades and to get back to checking in on all your lives. Hope you are all fabulous, I miss you.
Hello all my lovelies! We´re safe and sound in Huatulco - and I´ve got about 5 minutes at this computer before some irrate person comes and tells me my time is up. And whoa, typing on a spanish keyboard is not as easy as you might think - the keys are all in weird places and don´t all mean the same thing! Plus, everything on my screen is in spanish too - blogger, hotmail, ect. Anyways, our resort is absolutely amazing! It´s built into the side of a mountain and somehow we managed to get one of the 3 rooms on the top floor - we overlook the entire resort and the bay below, and let me tell you it is absolutely stunning. We spent the day at the beach (and yes, I´m burned already - the husbands romanian background is making him a lovely brown shade - but poor irish me is nice and red). Went in to town in a taxi today for some shopping (the cabbie drove 90 through the streets and I laughed like a maniac the whole time because it was sooooo fast). Tomorrow will be more beach lazing, and sometime next week we are going to take a snorkelling trip with one of the guys that works at our resort - should be fun. The weather is gorgeous, the hotel is amazing, the water is crystal clear - and I can´t help wishing you were all here too. Love you and will write again when I can steal away for a few minutes.
Holy fricken' fracken'...it's 11:20pm and I'm getting up at 2:30am to head for the airport for three! I had intended on writing this huge post about getting all ready to go on this trip to Mexico, and packing, and all the last minute stuff - but that all went to hell! Instead I spent the day running around like a crazy person, trying to get last minute work stuff done and pack up all my little junk I'd forgotten about. Anyways, my dear, dear friends - I'm tired - I'm pouty (because I didn't get to post properly) - and I really have to get to bed! I'm going to try and post from Huatulco - there may not be pictures, but there should be some words. I'll post tons of pics when I get back. Take care of yourselves, I love you and will miss you all!
I've said before that music is the story of my life. I don't know if there is a more true statement that applies to me than that one. There is music for every thought, emotion, mood and action that takes place in my life. Certain songs make me remember a period in my life, others bring a tear to my eye, others remind me of singing with my dad when I was a little girl. Still others remind me of when the husband used to drive up and down my street in the summers when we were dating. Some songs remind me of certain people, others of certain events, but all of it makes me happy. Even when it's reminding me of a sad moment, I love music.
I've always been someone that loves to sing, since I was a child my dad especially has encouraged me. He always told me he loved my voice when I would bop around the house singing my heart out. I sang in a couple choirs when I was in high school and when I was seventeen I sang my first solo in a production of "The Man Who Came to Dinner." I went on that stage and busted into this song - and after the play was over my dad just gave me a hug and told me I did a great job. It was the next day when we were sitting at home that he looked over at me and said "I never knew you could sing like that." I was totally blown away; he was the one who had told me that I had a nice voice my whole life. When I said that to him he said "well yeah, but I never knew you had that in you."
Over the years I was in school I learned how to play the piano and the flute - both of which I've forgotten now, sad as that is to admit. But now I've moved on to a new instrument; the guitar. For years now I've played with the idea - being very passionate about learning, then getting sidetracked with something else (damn my gemini mind!), but I've decided over the last while that it is something that I can't put off anymore. I spend too much of my time telling myself that I'll do things eventually, then never doing them. The husband half-assed knows how to play, but I'm sure he would like to learn properly too. And since we're both left handed we only have to put out the cash for one right now - yay! Besides, with Zig and John doing so much talking about rocking out I'm totally jealous!
I've also begun to open myself up to new types of music. I've always had an open mind, and I have fairly eclectic tastes, but some of the new stuff I'm listening to is really blowing me away. How people survive without music is beyond me. It's such a powerful medium that it can even help determine what kind of mood you will be in. Plus, if you like to bust a move like me, even if you don't play an instrument or can't sing a note, shaking your ass to some good music is always an instant pick me up.
I have a hard time getting through the day without tunes. I wake up to my radio in the morning, I listen when I'm getting ready, I listen on the way to work, I listen at work (either through headphones or blaring it down the hall), I listen on the way home, and the second I walk in the door I crank music until the husband gets home from work. And when he's home I either have my headphones on at the computer or my mp3 player blasting in my ear.
Oh dear music, I love you so. You are a wonderful part of my life and I hope we can grow old together.
Today I came home from work and was freezing, as usually happens these days. So, as also usually happens these days, I decided to jump in the shower to warm up. I've been coming home nearly everyday and either having a bath or a shower, simply because nothing else seems to take the chill off lately. Anyways, while I was standing in the shower, enjoying the hot water running down my body and warming me up, I started to think about a conversation the husband and I had in the car on the way back to the city last night. For some reason we started talking about the way we each have showers. As in, did we have a certain order of doing things? Was it different each time? Was there an order of product? And so on. We established that we both do the same routine each time - although our routines are different. For instance, when I get in the shower I get completely wet, then shampoo my hair. I leave the shampoo in while I shave my legs and scrub my face, then rinse it out. Next I work conditioner into my hair and let that stay in while I use this creamsicle (yum, smells so freaking good!) bath sugar to leave my skin smooth. I also have a certain order of washing, but no, I won't tell you about that. Once my skin is all smooth, I rinse the conditioner out of my hair and get out of the shower. Then when I'm all toweled off I lather myself up with lotion to help ward off winter skin. Now the husband doesn't follow all those steps because, for one, he doesn't shave his legs. He also doesn't use conditioner or wash his face in the shower, plus he uses regular old Lever 2000 soap - but he does follow a certain "order" in the shower.
So that got me to thinking - does everyone follow a routine when they shower? Or are we just some sort of freaks that always wash the same way?
This weekend the husband and I spent the weekend in our hometown in Ontario. Once people come into my life it doesn't take them long to realize that when they ask me what I'm doing on the weekend and I say "We're going home, home" that I mean we're heading to Ontario. Of course, Winnipeg is my home, but that little town in Ontario will always be the place that I call home. My parent's house is where I lived from the time I was 6 months old until I was 18 - my dad and uncle built it the summer I was born. This picture doesn't do it any justice - but it's a huge, beautiful house and was a wonderful place to grow up. Even the sleepy little town still warms my heart. On Friday night we drove home and crawled into bed about 10 minutes after we walked in the door - the husband and I were both exhausted. We slept till 11 o'clock the next morning (which NEVER happens anymore) so that was a sure sign that we were both in need of a good, catch-up sleep. Saturday was spent hanging around the house - trying to download some work (blech, why can't I ever quit working? it's a sickness, i swear), chatting with my parents and not much else. We decided to do a smorgasbord of fattening deliciousness for supper - it was awesome! My dad went and picked up pizzas, a bunch of egg rolls and the husband and I made these awesome shrimp that we love - with sweet thai chilli sauce, so hot but soooo good! And actually, the husband cooked the shrimp...I cranked some tunes in the kitchen and jumped up on the counter and sang to him while he cooked. Later on my brother, dad and the husband watched hockey while my mom and I went over to Minnesota to catch a movie. We were the only people in the theatre besides 3 other people that came in 15 minutes late. We laughed our asses off and chatted through half the movie anyways because we were so far away from the other people - and it wasn't so great. This morning we got up and I put on some coffee and enjoyed being the only one awake for awhile. Slowly everyone else woke up and we went to church - even the husband came, miracle of miracles! For some reason when I'm at my parent's house, I always end up resorting back to cheez whiz and olive sandwiches. Why this is, I have no idea. Really, it's a pretty gross concoction - but nonetheless, everytime I'm wondering what to eat for lunch, I always end up dragging out the olives and cheeze whiz. I spent the afternoon lazing around again, while the husband and my brother went to the rink and played hockey. I helped my mom set up a hot.mail account because the only email she had was this crappy no-name one that was just full of spam all the time. It took me about 45 minutes to explain it all to her - then we went back to our church for this annual ethnic supper. My dad and brother were helping serve stuff, and the husband even went ahead of time to help out. It was an awesome supper - we ate way too much - then we packed up our stuff, jumped in the car, and did the 3 hour drive back to the city. It was a great weekend - there's nothing like going home, home - for a rest and relaxation to clear your mind.
This morning I was gearing myself up for a long exhausting day at work when I heard the phone ring in Zig's office. Then I heard him say "705 (the area code) - I don't know that number." Then I heard him say "Oh hi! (Then he laughed.) How are you?" He sounded very excited so I went down the hall to investigate. As I walked in his office he mouthed "It's Reggie" to which I let out a squeal of delight! I sat in one of the chairs in his office and listened while he talked for a moment, then he told me Reggie wanted to talk to me. I was giddy when I got on the phone - Reggie has this smooth, clear accent and sounded so excited to talk that it made me even more excited! He told me about the weather, and all the snorkeling they have been doing, and asked about our trip to Mexico, and all sorts of stuff. Soon he handed the phone off to Judy (his sister), who sounded even more excited to talk - if that was even possible! She has that beautiful southern accent as well, and told me how much fun they were having and that she felt like she knew us all just from reading our blogs. After a couple minutes she passed the phone off to Gigi (Reggie's wife) - whoa, that pretty lady has one wicked accent. (I think it's awesome Gigi - really.) She asked me if I could understand her okay, and I said I could, and we talked for about 5 minutes. What an absolute doll!
Somewhere in the time I was talking to Reggie the first time around I started to giggle - I was so pumped to be talking to them that I couldn't help it - and I'm sure they think I was crazy because I was almost shrieking because I was so excited. Zig just sat and laughed at me the whole time - probably because I was almost screaming into the phone.
What a fantastic group of people! I told a couple other people about that phone call who don't have blogs, and they just don't seem to understand what all the fuss is about. They don't understand the connection that I've built between all of you - and how supportive you have been through all my crap, and how you've made me laugh when I want to cry, and how you will always leave a silly comment when I've written about some stupid thing I've done.
I said before that I want to meet you all some day - and now I am itching to go visit Reggie's clan - I'm excited all over again just writing about it!
Know that I love you all - and your accents make me wish I had one too - and that you absolutely made my day by calling this morning - call again anytime!
I love you guys - really, I do. Which is why I know you won't be ticked at me for not really writing a blog today. I went into work an hour early and I have been working since I walked in the door tonight - I was hyped up for the last hour - and now I have crashed. I'm halfway done paginating a 72 page book that I promised would be done for tomorrow but I don't even care right now. I have every intention of writing a ridiculously long entry tomorrow, and on that note I will bid you adieu and wish you all sweet dreams until then.
So what is wrong with this picture? Besides the fact that you can all see me in my ratty Carolina jersey and my messy hair?
The problem with this picture is the fact that I am laying on my bed - my new KING size bed (oh yeah baby) - and I am tainting it with work. Yuck!
First things first, yes we got a new bed. It's actually my in-laws (they bought it like 2 years ago) but decided that they would prefer a firmer mattress. For me that means a phone call yesterday afternoon that they are bringing in their bed for us, and that their new one is in. As in, dismantle my bed frame pronto, and have a space cleared for a gigantic new bed. It is soooo big and I keep running in our bedroom and throwing myself on it, then laughing like a maniac because I can't get over the size of it - not as cool as what you'd expect from me, I know.
Second thing second, I have a crapload of work to do. I am literally doing 10 things at work at any given moment, I have been going in early and taking work home at night - and there is no end in sight for the next month at least. (Except for my trip to Mexico next week of course!) Just before I left tonight another magazine was dropped on my desk for me to proof - I brought it home and started to go through it - and whoa! I'm glad it's not my magazine (as in, I'm not the official "Editor" on this one) because my first flip through showed me more mistakes than I ever want to find in a magazine. It does not look good for a problem free day tomorrow.
Does it make me a little evil that I'm kind of excited there are so many errors? Only because it's not anyone from my office's fault of course. It's from another branch where everyone thinks they are wonderful - but they definitely are not.
Mwahahaha - oooh, I'm feeling a little devilish and a little crazy - I think it may be time to go to bed.
This morning I decided to go into work for a few hours to get some much needed work done, yes, I am a loser - I will work on a Saturday - and I'll take more home with me when I leave too - sigh.
Anyways, I was hauling ass down Portage Avenue this morning at about 9:30, trying to get to work for when the person with the keys would be there. The speed limit was 60 - I was going 73. A little over I guess (wink).
As I'm rounding a bend in the road I hear the dreaded sound of a police siren behind me. After several seconds of violent cursing I pulled over to the side and waited for the cop. I watched him as he got out of his car slowly and sauntered towards my window. He was young, maybe 30 or so, not bad looking - and all I could think was "what am I going to use as my excuse for driving fast?"
When he got to my car I powered down the window and he leaned down "Hey there girly, driving a little fast aren't we?" I plastered on my 'oh officer, I am sooo sorry, bat my eyes, turn on the charm, aren't I a cute girl' look and said "Um yes, I'm really sorry, but I'm so late this morning and I just didn't realize how fast I was going." Then he asked me where I was late to and I said that I was a bridesmaid in my friend's wedding and that I had slept in to get my hair done - and that all the bridesmaids were waiting for me and that the bride was in a panic.
Not bad for on the spot, hey?
He looked at me for a moment when I finished talking and asked me for my license, then walked back to his cruiser to run my name through the system. I thought for sure I was busted this time and was going to get a ticket.
After about two minutes he walked back to my car and squated down beside my window - and that, ladies and gentlemen, is when I knew that I was off the hook - he had shifted from 'cop' to 'be a nice guy and tell this little girl that I'm going to let her off the hook this time.' I opened my window and batted my eyes adoringly with a tiny little smile, looking kind of sheepish, and then he said it..."all right, I'm going to let you off the hook this time because I know that you're really late - but with these icy roads you really need to drive a little slower, okay?" To which I replied with the perfunctory "oh, thank you so much - I promise to drive slower - thank you soooo much." Then he gave me a wink and walked back to his car.
Wow, it's been awhile since I posted! I did that one little blurb on Wednesday that doesn't even really count, and the one on Monday was easy - I just copied and pasted my test results. So I have been what some may call a "slacker" or "blogger tease" - I do apologize. Sorry for making you wait John. ;)
Usually I have lots of ideas about what I want to post about, but this week has been kind of scattered. I've been incrediby busy at work, and I'm about to get much busier. Just to give you an idea of what I mean when I say busy - today my boss dropped 6 magazines worth of runsheets on my desk, and let me know that there would be 4 more on Monday. Runsheets? You're probably scratching your head asking "what are runsheets?" Just what does that mean and how does that sound like a lot of work?
Well each of those runsheets signifies one entire magazine or directory that is now ready to be paginated and put together. This is where my job comes in...I now have to copy-edit and paginate 7 of those 10 books. Yikes! Needless to say I've been going in early every day this week, in anticipation of all this work coming in. And I'm planning on going in to work tomorrow as well - the peace and quiet of having no one else around should be a great motivation for me to get some work done.
Plus, I don't know how I've managed to get any work done anyways. My mind has been completely useless this past week. I'm having so much trouble focusing, and I've been very pouty, and I've even been fading off mid-sentence - lost in some flitting thought. I don't know what my problem is. But I guess it could have something to do with all the major changes at work, or maybe because I've recently begun taking that medication I was taking before I got pregnant (the one that makes me sick 3 times a day? oh so fun), or maybe just because it was time for my mind to take a rest.
Regardless of what it is - as much as I'm enjoying having all these wonderful (if crazy) thoughts - I really need to be able to put my mind into work mode. Especially if I'm going to be leaving on holidays for a week; I don't want to leave a mountain of unfinished work and editing nightmares in my wake!
*Sorry for such a lame and boring post - it was hard to even focus long enough to type this out!
I’m a lover and a fighter. I’m extremely curious. I hunger for knowledge, but I’m hopelessly lazy. I have dreams nearly beyond the scope of imagination. I wear my heart on my sleeve. I adore curse words. I’m easy to read, yet amazingly complicated. Next to my daughter, belly laughs are the highlight of my day.
Essentially I’m a riddle, wrapped in an enigma, rolled in make-believe, dipped in immaturity, and sprinkled with sarcasm.
