Tomorrow I'm da boss again
My boss is going on vacation for a couple of days. He is going up to Pennsylvania for a wedding for a few days, then should of trecked down to New Orleans next week. However, we all know about Hurricane Katrina, so he's coming back early.
That leaves me responsible for the other two fuck wads in my department. Sometimes they're pretty cool, however, when boss #1 is gone they try to slack as much as humanly possible. Which means I of course have to make up the difference. I hate em.
Tomorrow morning is Miss Terri's funeral. People have been going over to the funeral home all day for the viewing (it's just down the road) but I'm not strong enough for something like that. It's just too sad. I'm not even sure I can make it through the funeral. Seeing her mother crying will make me lose it.
In lighter news...
The majority of my weekend went ok. Friday night Ace, Daven, his wife, and I went to Flight for Sight. It's a charity that my company is a part of so we get free tickets. It was in a huge hanger at the airport and I definitely had a good time.
Saturday I spent the morning in bed resting up from the night before and the afternoon helping my dad paint the porch at his new house. I caulked all the joints and nail holes, then primed, then painted. Later on Saturday Ace and I took Taco and Tojo to the Drillers baseball game. The team started out with an awesome lead but in the end lost out to the other team. The fireworks show at the end was really good, and the boys loved it. Ace and I were proud of the boys for being so good and having the ability to sit through the whole thing.
Sunday I was up and out by 930 (more about what was in front of the door later) and headed to my Dad's to help some more. My older brother has been a drunk worthless bum lately so the heavy lifting and grunt work was left to me and my 50 something father. He really sucks, but that's something for another day. I spent the day painting, hanging drywall, and mowing. I have quite the tan now. After all that I went home, showered, and laid down in front of the tv with my two kitties. I had already learned about Terri, and wasn't in the mood for anything but relaxing.
A hard weekend
I found out yesterday that a woman I have worked with for the last 2 years was killed in an accident Friday night.
She was driving in Broken Arrow when a 17 year old kid ran a stop sign and T-boned her. She was pushed across the intersection and into another car. Terri was killed instantly.
She was on her way to her Mom's house to visit with her brother and brand new niece who had just come up from Texas. I remember her talking about how she couldn't wait to get home and see the brand new baby.
I hope that kid realizes exactly what he's done. RIP Terri. We miss you.
Note to the email fairy....
Dear Email fairy,
Why do you torment me? You know I'm in a hurry. You know I have things that must be sent in a timely manner. You also know it is Friday afternoon and the deadlines on orders are fast approaching.
So why, oh email fairy, do you continue to cause so many problems? All I ask is that when I hit 'send' the message actually goes. I don't need error messages or excuses as to why you won't work, I just need you to work. I click send, you send. Simple, right?
So dear dear fairy, please don't take an early weekend. I still need you.
I'm such a softie
Ok so lately I've been taking care of (feeding) a stray cat outside my apartment. It didn't take long for me to realize she was pregnant. I'm a sucker for a hungry animal, so I've been leaving food out for her for quite some time.
Tuesday she disappeared. I thought for sure she was off having the babies some where, but I couldn't find her. Her food kept disappearing though, so I knew she wasn't too far.
This morning my cat was sitting in the window pawing and meowing, so I looked out, and there was Fat Momma, just not fat anymore. She had the babies! By the time I went outside she was already gone (and so was all her food)
Then I started thinking.... she had no boobies! When my girl kitty (the other pregnant stray I let move in with me) was pregnant she lost hair around her boobs before the babies were born. This cat didn't do this.
So now I'm afraid there are little kittens out there with no food. So now I have to try and find them so I can get them to a vet or a kitten foster mom so the little babies don't die.
Oh brother... how do I get myself into these messes?
I'm speechless
I have absolutely nothing to talk about. Nothing. No funny stories, no complaints or compliments. I can't think of one blogworthy topic for today.
So, is the lack of a blog story really a blog story? Well, it is for me. Bye all.
I have a goal
My goal for the day is to finish every single task that's been laying on and around my desk for the last couple of weeks. I will clean off the paperwork piled on the floor. I will leave nothing waiting for the next day. When I leave tonight, my work will be done.
That is all, thank you.
They must be scared of me
I've decided the management at my apartment complex is afraid of me. You've all read of the trouble with the new place Ace and I share. The dirt, the unpainted walls, the trash, the bugs, the broken dishwasher, the stopped up sink.
I called and I called. I went in the office almost daily. I made sure I spoke loudly enough that other residents and potential future residents heard of my problems. I talked with managers, maintenence bosses, and leasing agents.
I must say that after nearly 3 weeks, the place is livable.
Two evenings ago I get a call from Ace. There was a note on the door when he returned to let us know there was a deposit refund check at the office. I stopped by on my way home and picked it up. Guess what?
It was a refund check for me, not him. They refunded not only my pre-paid last month's rent, but my entire deposit (minus the last month's water charges) They must of not noticed where my girl kitty tore up the carpet in every corner and hallway. Hell yeah!
Ace still hasn't heard about his refund. This leads me to believe they took my phone calls and visits (not to mention my threats about calling the news stations) as serious and finally feel that I mean business.
Oh yes it's Ladies Night
Ah, glorious Thursday. Right after work a few of the girls from the office and I are going for drinks at a local sushi place.
Then, it's home to change, out to eat (real food) then out for more drinking. I'm so freakin excited. Hopefully this will be exactly what I need to get me out of my rut.
It seems lately that my entire day consists of working (taking care of everyone elses problems), running errands, cleaning, cooking, and taking care of my pets (and the pet of a friend) I need some ME time, where I can be completely irresponsible and carefree. Come on 5 o'clock.
Adventures In Puppy Sitting is complete
Well last night my friend got home and picked up her doggy. I can't say that I miss the little pooper. The first few days with her were fun, but after that it seems that all she did was scratch me and poop on the carpet.
I'm glad the friend is home though, she and I have planned a girls only night this Friday to let her unwind a bit.
Mayday Mayday! Manders is down!
Ok, so last night I'm winding down, and wanting to crawl in bed. First, however, I need to take baby Maya out to potty.
I grab my shoes and Skinny Minnie (my girl cat) comes running. She always sits between my feet when I tie my shoes and plays with the laces. I tie them, she undoes it. I tie again, she pulls them apart again. We do this every day. Last night I tire of the game and decide to take Pupster out with my shoe laces undone.
I swoop up the lil one and head out. I'm walking down the stairs. Maya is in my arms, and all of a sudden, a frog hops around in front of us. Maya freaks and acts like she wants to jump. That's a huge fall, so I panic for a second to hold on to her, take a step, and WHAM! Manders is down. I guess I stepped on my shoestring and tripped. Fell down the last 3 steps and smacked my elbow on the railing. Hit my ass on the ground. Stepped sideways on my ankle. Oh man it hurt!!! But by gawd I didn't drop the dog. :)
So there I sat. I didn't want to get up. My damn ankle was killing me, but puppy kisses made it a bit better. A few minutes later, I attempt standing. Not my brightest idea. I set Maya down, she goes pee and comes back. So I crawl up the stairs, puppy in tow.
I sit on the floor in the apartment for a bit, just trying to calm down, too afraid to look at my foot. Finally, I do. Not bad really, just a bit of bruising. At least so far. Ace comes in the living room (he's been playing baseball since before I got home)
me: "Hey, did you hear me fall?"
him: "Um yeah, that was you? I heard it"
me: "thanks for checking on me"
him: "well if you needed me you could of just hollered"
me: "I was at the bottom of the stairs... you wouldn't of heard me"
Sigh... I crawl into the shower, stand there like a flamingo, then hobble off to bed.
Puppy-sitting
A girl from my office had to make an emergency trip to Florida for a few days because of the death of a family member. I agreed to watch her dashound puppy Maya. She's an adorable little baby.... too bad I'm stuck at work instead of playing with the little girl...
The bug saga continues....
Even though I was promised my management several times, the pest people didn't come spray. Ace and I have been chasing them down daily with the Raid. I've also placed baits in all of the cabinets and on the fridge. Not to mention washing our dishes several times daily (before and after we use them).
Believe it or not, it's starting to make a difference. There aren't nearly as many of the disgusting little bastards as a week ago. Now if maintenence would just fix my fuggin dishwasher...
Just call me Ralf
Oh man was I sick yesterday! I woke up about 2 am and started throwing up like mad. Again, same thing at 5. Then 11, then 2. Good gawd I haven't been that sick in years.
And no, I wasn't drunk. I think Ace's little boy Taco gave me a virus because he was doing the same thing Saturday morning.
Come on weekend!
I don't think I've been so eager for a weekend to come in quite some time. Work sucks, moving sucks even more. Yup, that's right, I'm STILL not done. I'm just so dang tired by the time I get off work and home that the last thing I want to do is tromp up and down stairs with boxes of my crap. Ace has promised to help me empty it out today while he's at home and I'm working. So that's cool. Maybe I can start getting stuff put away and organized tonight.
In other news, we're planning on taking the boys out to the Gatesway Balloon fest tonight.
http://www.gateswayfestival.com/schedule.htmI've gone many many times and I love it. Hope they will too.
I must look really bad today
I've been asked 3 or 4 times if I feel ok today, so I must really look like balls.
My allergies have been bothering me a bit, and I'm tired from the moving, but I really feel ok. It just seems everyone is saying I look like I need a hug, a nap, or a drink.
Sounds like I need a makeover. Hmm.... a mental health day might be on the horizon.
My first view of the new apartment
So yesterday I'm all excited about seeing the new apartment. I get off work, call Ace on my way home, and he tells me it's a little dirty. Dirty. Hmmm.... I'll check it out.
So I get there, he meets me outside. I go in, and freak.
There's a ring of dirt on the ceiling where the fan has oscillated and flung it. There is funk caked on the air exchange vent. Thick, gross, furry funk. Bright pink lipstick-type stains on the carpet. Painter debris in the windows (caulk, tape, etc) A huge scratch along one door from the knob on another one.
And oh the bugs.... In 5 minutes I saw 4 roaches. (and not the kind Ace leaves laying around) They were everywhere!! I called the complex office, and the girl came down. I showed her the furry vents. I showed her the messy windows. I showed her the ruined door. Then she saw the bugs. Each and every (now dead) one.
She said she trusted maintenence when they said it was ready, and she'd have it fixed by the end of today. I went to Target, bought some Raid, and started hauling my crap in.
Things better start looking up soon.
Happy B-Day Grandpa!
Yesterday was my dear Grandpa's 85th birthday. We all met at their house for good times and birthday cake.
The day was filled of me giggling with my Grandma, Aunt, 2 adult cousins and one cousin's 2 daughters, while Grandpa slept in his chair facing the window.
It was a very fun time, until I got ready to go.
Grandma followed me out on the porch and started telling me what she wanted me to have after the two of them die.
There are 3 things, and the reasons why.
One, her two hand made ceramic cats. She used to make ceramics as a hobby on the rare occasion there was extra money. She remembers when I learned to crawl, and when I was put on the floor I'd always crawl straight to them and stare at the two cats for hours. She can't imagine them anywhere but with me.
Two, her rocking chair. I'm the only girl granddaughter without a baby, and she wants to make sure when I finally have one that I take the time to rock her to sleep. She said as a mother, that was her favorite thing to do.
Three, her dining room table. She remembers when I was young I always talked about being a mom. When asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I said a mommy. She wants me to have a big happy family who sits around the table every night for dinner.
I sat in my car outside and cried for nearly 30 minutes. I realized what a wonderful life the two of them have had, the memories they share, and the dreams they have for their family. I can only hope to have half the life the two of them have had.
Today's the day!
Ace and I will officially cohabitate today. After work we are going to sign our joint lease and start moving in. I can't wait until it's all over. I'm really not looking forward to the carrying up and down blah blah blah in the heat. Nasty stuff.
I am excited though. It's pretty hard to get any work done because I keep thinking about the new place and everything I want to do with it.
