Another nutty day

Holy $#!* was today a nutty one!

I just wanted to jump out of my skin. Between rowdy co-workers and the flood in my office, today was easily one of the most intense I have had in a while.

It all began this morning -- When my alarm went off. I should have known when my day started like this, that I had something coming to me. Mike hit the snooze button on his way out (he had to be at work at 7 a.m. so I konked back out. for a full hour. When I finally woke up, I freaked. I jumped out of bed and was ready (clothed, brushed, contact'd and downstairs in 8 minutes. My heart was pounding out of my body in a type of force that I never want to feel again. Did I forget something? Is the dog back inside? Did I close the garage door? All kinds of things, and then.... San Antonio traffic happened. Bumper to bumper, sea of tail lights, the whole nine. There was nothing I could do. I kept thinking - I have NEVER been late to work (EVER.) It's a terrible feeling. So i tried to retune my brain with a blasted radio (Thanks Shakira, for the duet - we must do that again). So I get to work.. same time I always do. WTF?! All that rushing, and for nothing. Boo.

So I walk in, (I am pretty sure that I am sweating, and definately not the calm, Sarah that I usually am in the morning) and people are taking notice. They can all totall see that I have had an unusual beginning to my day.

Little did I know at that time however, that this was only the start of what was to come.

When my co-worker (shes a super fun friend of mine who just happens to work with me), showed up, she was a little on the (this is the best way to say this) 'cooky' side. She proceeded this trend for a few hours, making it hard to concentrate on the job that I had to do. Dont get me wrong here... she is hilarious. I talk to her all the time.. We get along great. But everyone has those days. She is a blast. And for some reason, she has the ability to bounce back from life like nobody I have ever known. BUT. Trouble just seems to find her. And it always seems to happen to good people. I wish I could erase all of the bad things in her life and give her a new start. She is good people.

Moving right along...

Ate lunch at a reasonable time (finally) and began a MAJOR project for the big boss. I wasn't even 1/3 of the way through. Barely started, in fact.. when he told me that he wanted it by 6pm. (It was 400 by now). Yikes.

Meanwhile, while sitting in the office (with my cookie 'office-mate') we hear the strangest sound. Water. Lots and lots of water.

Water was seeping, pouring, gushing.. flowing like Niagra freakin falls.. RIGHT INTO OUR OFFICE!!! Turns out that the hot water heater spring a major leak and it just-so-happens that the water heater is right above us. Good to know, right? Eh, not so much. Everything on her desk was pretty much ruined, including her computer (flatscreen monitor, internet connection, and loads of paperwork). She was not able to work all afternoon. (See, I told you she has bad luck!)

So anyhow.. I finished the project, we got the water situation under control (they are coming out to fix it first thing in the morning) and I have the entire weekend off. Mike gets out of work at 7am tomorrow and we are going to spend the whole day in bed.

Speaking of my wonderful hubby... THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY DAY.... he sent me a roses!! it was just the right touch to my crazy day and it made me feel like he was just there for me. He could sense that I was having a bizarro day and just wanted to do something to help. He is the absolute most genuine and amazing person that I have ever met. He is incredible. He knows me inside and out, emotionally and physically. We are the strongest team. We can overcome anything. I love him so incredibly much.

All that because of flowers you say? Not entirely -- The thought, the time and energy and passion that he felt when he thought to make the gesture. Wow. True, pure, wow.

So that's basically all for now.. Weird day.. Good day. Weird day.

Dinner time folks. Y'all have a fabulous weekend. :)

(This was a crazy-long update)

Back!! Posting two days in a row? Wow. Go me.

You're so right Karen.. 14 day is indeed two weeks. I felt like I had been away worlds longer.. and when I am here I haven't really posted anything with substance.. So I feel as though I have let y'all down.

Lately I have been pulling 50-60 hour weeks at work (not like its an excuse) and have been beat down tired. I sleep when I get home and wake up to work at God-awful hours of the morning. It's a lot of time away from Mike, and I have been trying to spend every second of spare time with him. (Gagging yet?)

He's amazing.

We officially bought the land. We met last week with the people.. signed some stuff and now it's ours. Sweet huh? It's about twenty miles further then where we are now, but it's a beautiful piece of property and now we can start building. Plans are drawn and we've got the builder so we are well on our way to a settled home.

I am WAY excited to live there.

Gotta go. I am missing everything!! They always do the most fun stuff when I am typing away on here or checking out Myspace-ers... I am such a nerd!!


PEACE OUT!

Wow, it's been over a month since I have written in here. Time flies.. or some random cliche like that..

I guess I have fallen a victim to the addictive world of MySpace.. Yep, this computer inept girl actually joined something popular. And I like it :)

Other than that.. I have just been working working working (as seen in previous posts, it keeps me freakishly busy) I love my job. I love my job. Worth repeating for a third time? Hell yea. I love my job.

Gotta get back to work!!

Hello world, me again.....

Still hanging in there. I promised to be better about updating, so here's a teeny bit of whats been going on..

• Work
• Work
• Work
• Work
• Work
• Work
• Work

That should just about fill you in on my life lately.

I basically wake up at 6 a.m., work til 6 or 6:30 p.m. come home to an already cooked meal (thanks to my amazing hubby) and hit the shower. Shortly after, near 8 or nine, I am in bed. Two seconds after I climb into bed, I am dead to the world. Totally out of it.

I have just been so exhausted lately. All I want to do is sleep!!!

Tomorrow will be a big day for me. One of the advisors is going to be in Dallas, Texas all day for training and I will be filling in for him.. I know it'll be fun but WAY chaotic -- it always is when "he" is gone.

Its all good though.. because at 6 p.m. tomorrow I am officially on vacation. Headed to the east coast for the rest of the week. Sleeping til noon hopefully, then tanning til 7......

bedtime, peace out!

Funny.

I stole this story from my sis-in-law, who stole it from someone else, who probably took it from someone else.. because it's hilarious. Guy or girl, you'll get a kick out of this.

My mother was a fanatic about public restrooms.

When I was a little girl, she'd take me into the stall, show me how to wad up toilet paper and wipe the seat. Then she'd carefully lay strips of toilet paper to cover the seat. Finally, she'd instruct, "Never, NEVER sit on a public toilet seat. Then she'd demonstrate "The Stance," which consisted of balancing over the toilet in a sitting position without actually letting any of your flesh make contact with the toilet seat.

That was a long time ago. Now, in my "mature" years, "The Stance" is excruciatingly difficult to maintain.When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied.

Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter.The dispenser for the modern "seat covers" (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty.

You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there were one, but there isn't - so you carefully but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume "The Stance."

In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold "The Stance."

To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, "Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!" Your thighs shake more.You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It is still smaller than your thumbnail.

Someone pushes open your stall door because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet. "Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course.You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try.You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you're certain, her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, "You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get."

By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a firehose that somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.

At that point, you give up.You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks. You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit (I don't get this part ? I have never done this !) and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women, still waiting.

You are no longer able to smile politely them.A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. ( Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it the woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you just might need this."

As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?". . This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restroom (rest??? you've got to be kidding!!).

It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked question about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door.

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May life always give you friends that will hold the bathroom door for you when there's no lock, and "spare a square" when you are in dire need.

Headed to the movies.. Have a great weekend y'all!!

Hey gang!!

Sorry for the lack of updates.. Things here have been so bizarre lately that I just haven't brought myself to fire up the computer long enough to give y'all anything of substance.. Today may be similar, as I really don't know where to begin.......

Let's start with Mexico.. It was a total and complete blast. I have never had as great of a time in Mexico as I did this past time. It was amazing. The only thing that could have made it better is if Mike would have been able to go. Seriously, it was the bes time. ever. I will try to post some pictures as soon as I stop being lazy. Don't get excited though, we didn't take a camera. We only had the water camera that they left for us in the hotel.....

Being back.. here at work.. things got a little silly.. It's like Mike and I met again, for the first time. Weird how a week apart can really bring you closer together. We are having the best time catching up and being goofy, silly not-so-newlyweds. Gosh is he sexy!!

He even played paramedic on me when I was clumsy enough to sprain my right wrist last week at work. He told me what the docs would say -- and he was completely right -- so I followed (both) doc's orders and now I'm feeling 1000% better. Now I don't have to wear that stuuuupid wrist brace thinmg anymore!! Woo hoo!!

Today is Friday. It is almost 8 a.m. and I am already caught up at work with most of my paperwork. I have a few major projects that I can't really touch until at least Monday, so I am forecasting (and will probably regret doing so) that it will be a breezy, laid back day. I think that once the girls get here I will be able to finish my work and maybe even leave early!!!

I know I said this already, but it's worth repeating. Today is Friday. Today is Friday. Today is Friday. Coooome on 6 o'clock!! :)

Tomorrow Mike and I are testing driving cars.. and now that I have the title to my current car (r.i.p. my little zamboni) it's looking like we may be buying tomorrow. I don't want to get my hopes up.. because I really really love my car. I will totally miss it when it's gone completely. Right now, I am loving the great gas mileage, sporty feel, comfortable ride, blah blah blah.. I'll miss it all. It was a great, superb, excellent vehicle. An extension of me perhaps. It grew up with me and went everywhere I did.. I love that car.

Guess I should get to work. Claire is here now.. Time for hot chocolate and then time for work...

PEACE OUT Y'ALL. Thanks for coming back :)

MISS ME?

Anybody miss me??

Guess I'll try to be better about updating..

PEACE OUT!