5 paragrapsh in on a new blog entry and what do you think happened?
Oh yeah ... I'm irritated.
Eeeeew
Feeling extremely icky tonight. Am considering grabbing a blanky and sleeping by the porcelain god, just to play it safe.
More tomorrow.
More tomorrow.
I Want My Cable TV
Crazy people do crazy things. Some people dance around with turtles, some people blow their right testicles off, some swallow hangers while getting hit on the head with a toaster and others simply cannonball themselves into a half gallon of milk. And some people like me, spend their Sunday nights watching them making asses of themselves on national television thanks to Steve Harvey.
Unfortunately, and in the midst of the toaster replay, the television snarled, blipped and then blacked out, with only the sound of crackling static left behind. Now most people automatically assume that the cable popping off is either one of two things, (1) an act of God or (2) a freak accident involving cable lines, cars and slippery roads. But not me. The first thought that came to my mind was, "Hmmm ... I wonder if I paid the cable bill this month?"
So I called down the road to Dad and got my stepmother on the phone.
"Stupid question," I said. "Is your cable working?"
Without even hesitating she answered no, explaining quite a similar experience to mine, though she was watching a different program.
"Now don't take this the wrong way ... But tell me, did you guys pay your cable bill this month?"
"Yes, Stacey." She said in a tired voice, "You can stop worrying now. The entire road is out. It's not just you."
Unfortunately, and in the midst of the toaster replay, the television snarled, blipped and then blacked out, with only the sound of crackling static left behind. Now most people automatically assume that the cable popping off is either one of two things, (1) an act of God or (2) a freak accident involving cable lines, cars and slippery roads. But not me. The first thought that came to my mind was, "Hmmm ... I wonder if I paid the cable bill this month?"
So I called down the road to Dad and got my stepmother on the phone.
"Stupid question," I said. "Is your cable working?"
Without even hesitating she answered no, explaining quite a similar experience to mine, though she was watching a different program.
"Now don't take this the wrong way ... But tell me, did you guys pay your cable bill this month?"
"Yes, Stacey." She said in a tired voice, "You can stop worrying now. The entire road is out. It's not just you."
Email Friendly
Subject: (no subject)
Date: 11/28/2004 9:11:24 AM Eastern Standard Time
From: brendac312
To: stacee557
Hey, Video Nows are on sale at Aldi's for 69.97 and it includes 3 video's. You better get on it quick!!!
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Subject: (no subject)
Date: 11/28/2004 9:13:20 AM Eastern Standard Time
From: brendac312
To: stacee557
Actually, Aldi's is not open on Sunday's ... You better get your Dad on this one tomorrow morning!!!
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Subject: (no subject)
Date: 11/28/2004 9:14:06 AM Eastern Standard Time
From: Stacee557
To: Brendac312
Stop emailing me ... I'm not awake yet!
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Subject: Re: (no subject)
Date: 11/28/2004 9:45:48 AM Eastern Standard Time
From: brendac312
To: Stacee557
I'm not stupid - I know that your pc is not typing by itself jackass!
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Subject: Jackass
Date: 11/28/2004 3:14:46 PM Eastern Standard Time
From: Stacee557
To: brendac312
I'm telling Nancy you called her daughter a jackass ... And then I'm telling the other Nancy that she should wash her daughter's mouth out with soap. So there!
Like you really missed me too, I might add. You weren't even home last night when I called to check in and Martin told me you'd gone shopping WITHOUT ME! Of all the nerve! Of course, I am completely broke and couldn't afford to go anyway, but still ... Don't think you're off the hook.
Oh and I've posted your emails on the blog ... Let this be a lesson on the use of foul language. I've been brainwashed by bible country!
And then again, maybe the fuck not ...
Regards,
Stacey
Date: 11/28/2004 9:11:24 AM Eastern Standard Time
From: brendac312
To: stacee557
Hey, Video Nows are on sale at Aldi's for 69.97 and it includes 3 video's. You better get on it quick!!!
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Subject: (no subject)
Date: 11/28/2004 9:13:20 AM Eastern Standard Time
From: brendac312
To: stacee557
Actually, Aldi's is not open on Sunday's ... You better get your Dad on this one tomorrow morning!!!
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Subject: (no subject)
Date: 11/28/2004 9:14:06 AM Eastern Standard Time
From: Stacee557
To: Brendac312
Stop emailing me ... I'm not awake yet!
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Subject: Re: (no subject)
Date: 11/28/2004 9:45:48 AM Eastern Standard Time
From: brendac312
To: Stacee557
I'm not stupid - I know that your pc is not typing by itself jackass!
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Subject: Jackass
Date: 11/28/2004 3:14:46 PM Eastern Standard Time
From: Stacee557
To: brendac312
I'm telling Nancy you called her daughter a jackass ... And then I'm telling the other Nancy that she should wash her daughter's mouth out with soap. So there!
Like you really missed me too, I might add. You weren't even home last night when I called to check in and Martin told me you'd gone shopping WITHOUT ME! Of all the nerve! Of course, I am completely broke and couldn't afford to go anyway, but still ... Don't think you're off the hook.
Oh and I've posted your emails on the blog ... Let this be a lesson on the use of foul language. I've been brainwashed by bible country!
And then again, maybe the fuck not ...
Regards,
Stacey
Vindicated!
A ha fucking ha!
I did not hear voices in my sleep! It turns our my stupid and most heinous neighbor Kathy is having something of a little get together just two doors down. And as usual, people leaving her apartment cannot keep their mouth shut long enough to just get to their cars and drive away ... No, they've got to wake everyone up in the process of their leaving. (Must write a note to the landlord about that ...)
And it also turns the fuck out that the voice was calling Kathy - okay so it doesn't even sound close to Stacey, but hey I will remind you I was in full REM sleep when I heard this, so take it with a grain of salt and all that. Anyhoo, at least I feel better about not hearing phantom voices. I'd really hate to think I was the new John Edwards in town ... Not when I can guarantee that my personal constitution just couldn't take that. You are after all listening to the ramblings of a girl who was scared of ET, checked underneath her bed for monsters every night, slept with (and sometimes still sleeps) with a light on, has a no limbs outside the confines of the comforter while slumbering rule and has on more than one occasion yelled Mommy when waking from a bad dream.
Of course, none of this sounds too bad until I mention that fact that I'm 30 and still practicing these same routines ... OY.
I did not hear voices in my sleep! It turns our my stupid and most heinous neighbor Kathy is having something of a little get together just two doors down. And as usual, people leaving her apartment cannot keep their mouth shut long enough to just get to their cars and drive away ... No, they've got to wake everyone up in the process of their leaving. (Must write a note to the landlord about that ...)
And it also turns the fuck out that the voice was calling Kathy - okay so it doesn't even sound close to Stacey, but hey I will remind you I was in full REM sleep when I heard this, so take it with a grain of salt and all that. Anyhoo, at least I feel better about not hearing phantom voices. I'd really hate to think I was the new John Edwards in town ... Not when I can guarantee that my personal constitution just couldn't take that. You are after all listening to the ramblings of a girl who was scared of ET, checked underneath her bed for monsters every night, slept with (and sometimes still sleeps) with a light on, has a no limbs outside the confines of the comforter while slumbering rule and has on more than one occasion yelled Mommy when waking from a bad dream.
Of course, none of this sounds too bad until I mention that fact that I'm 30 and still practicing these same routines ... OY.
Angry Wind Paranoia
I thought I heard somebody calling my name. It's why I'm up. I can't explain any other reason to pull myself from my bed at this hour other than I thought for sure someone - a man's voice -had called my name up the stairs. And it freaked me out.
Motionless in my bed, I ran through the list. Screen door locked, checked ... Front door locked, checked ... Back door locked, checked ... Windows, blinds all checked. Impossible and yet, what if someone were down there in my living room? What if there was a family emergency? What if I was only imagining it all and just wanted to go back to sleep?
And that's why I'm down here, tele presently on watching a Bridget Jone's trailer (I'm so seeing that this week) having checked every room, points of entry, and nabbing a cup of water in one fell swoop. Water because it's the only damn thing left in my empty fridge. Guess I can add grocery shopping to my list of things to do today, granted I wake up at a reasonable hour after all this.
The wind is blowing something fierce outside, angrily banging the wind chimes together in an eerie tune and I'm quite sure it was my outside broom that took a tumble just a moment ago with a big old smack against cement. Perhaps the wind was actually the voice I heard? Hmmm ...
Motionless in my bed, I ran through the list. Screen door locked, checked ... Front door locked, checked ... Back door locked, checked ... Windows, blinds all checked. Impossible and yet, what if someone were down there in my living room? What if there was a family emergency? What if I was only imagining it all and just wanted to go back to sleep?
And that's why I'm down here, tele presently on watching a Bridget Jone's trailer (I'm so seeing that this week) having checked every room, points of entry, and nabbing a cup of water in one fell swoop. Water because it's the only damn thing left in my empty fridge. Guess I can add grocery shopping to my list of things to do today, granted I wake up at a reasonable hour after all this.
The wind is blowing something fierce outside, angrily banging the wind chimes together in an eerie tune and I'm quite sure it was my outside broom that took a tumble just a moment ago with a big old smack against cement. Perhaps the wind was actually the voice I heard? Hmmm ...
Home Again, Home Again
Too tired to blog other than to say that we've safely made it home, my ass is number than it has ever been before, and all our animals have been accounted for - thankfully alive and well, though it seems the cats managed to cause some serious havoc. (That or I'm imagining the shredded paper trail of evidence.)
Tomorrow is however another day, and after I sleep in until noon, I might think about tidying the house up some ... If not, there's always the day after tomorrow. Now is not the time for action nor thinking.
I'm to bed.
Tomorrow is however another day, and after I sleep in until noon, I might think about tidying the house up some ... If not, there's always the day after tomorrow. Now is not the time for action nor thinking.
I'm to bed.
Sad Goodbyes
A bit melancholy tonight with tomorrow's impending departure despite the fact that it seems far too soon to be leaving. And though it seems like I just pulled into the driveway, I've spent the last hour packing bags and loading up the car in readiness to be on the road long before the sun comes up in this Southern sky.
I've also decided to drive straight through. No motel stops, no overnights, just second star to the right and staight on to home. But funny in a sad hollow sort of way, that even as I plan on going home, I feel as if I'm leaving it just the same.
And so now I've brought myself to tears, with a stinging ache stuck at the back of my throat, as I try to stay quiet so that no one else will hear. And I think so myself, it always hurts like hell to leave.
I've also decided to drive straight through. No motel stops, no overnights, just second star to the right and staight on to home. But funny in a sad hollow sort of way, that even as I plan on going home, I feel as if I'm leaving it just the same.
And so now I've brought myself to tears, with a stinging ache stuck at the back of my throat, as I try to stay quiet so that no one else will hear. And I think so myself, it always hurts like hell to leave.
Happy Turkey Day
There are so many things to be thankful for, that one day out of the year doesn't seem near sufficient enough to recognize all of them.
That being said, a heartfelt thanks to my family, my closest and oldest friends, and an ever increasing number of new friends, who have made this year even better than the one before.
Happy Holidays to you all. May your lives be filled with peace, love, and laughter.
That being said, a heartfelt thanks to my family, my closest and oldest friends, and an ever increasing number of new friends, who have made this year even better than the one before.
Happy Holidays to you all. May your lives be filled with peace, love, and laughter.
Doesn't It Just Figure
With a day of cooking looming large in my future tomorrow, I have no other choice but to turn in for the night and get some sleep ... That being said, I expect a full report in my email from Ms. Brenda Gail on the latest news from the wire while I attempt to manage the final dashing of all my teenage hopes and dreams on the sharp rocks of love and reality ... In other words, so much for the farm boy fantasy. (As if I wasn't over it years ago ...)
Still since he did manage to have his daughter born on my birthday, I wonder if there's any chance they'll name her Stacey? It's a lovely name, really it is. Perhaps I should email the suggestion ...
On a weird note that may finally prove I'm psychic, Mom and I were watching Footloose tonight and I was saying how farm boy somewhat resembled the young Kevin Bacon back in the day. And all this before I read Bren's comment! Amazing!
Still since he did manage to have his daughter born on my birthday, I wonder if there's any chance they'll name her Stacey? It's a lovely name, really it is. Perhaps I should email the suggestion ...
On a weird note that may finally prove I'm psychic, Mom and I were watching Footloose tonight and I was saying how farm boy somewhat resembled the young Kevin Bacon back in the day. And all this before I read Bren's comment! Amazing!
A Message To & From Home
Subject:Cats
Date:11/23/2004 9:39:36 AM Eastern Standard Time
From: Stacey
To: Dad
CC: Jodi
Ooops ... Almost forgot to remind you to take care of my babies while I'm gone ...
Dad, I know you won't pet them as you don't like cats, but Jodi, if you could give them a bit of attention while I'm gone, I'd appreciate it. They're not used to being alone for so long and may get a bit lonely and nervous that I'm not there.
Thanks and Love,
Stacey
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Subject: Re: Cats
Date: 11/23/2004 4:56:10 PM Eastern Standard Time
From: Dad
To: Stacey
You owe me big bucks ... Had to take the cats to the shrink's .... They were going through depression and felt that nobody loved them ... Course they've had food on a daily basis so they were confused ... lol Dad.
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Why oh why is everyone in my family a comedian?
Date:11/23/2004 9:39:36 AM Eastern Standard Time
From: Stacey
To: Dad
CC: Jodi
Ooops ... Almost forgot to remind you to take care of my babies while I'm gone ...
Dad, I know you won't pet them as you don't like cats, but Jodi, if you could give them a bit of attention while I'm gone, I'd appreciate it. They're not used to being alone for so long and may get a bit lonely and nervous that I'm not there.
Thanks and Love,
Stacey
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Subject: Re: Cats
Date: 11/23/2004 4:56:10 PM Eastern Standard Time
From: Dad
To: Stacey
You owe me big bucks ... Had to take the cats to the shrink's .... They were going through depression and felt that nobody loved them ... Course they've had food on a daily basis so they were confused ... lol Dad.
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Why oh why is everyone in my family a comedian?
Rainy Tuesday
Outside a cold, wet blanket of fog stretches lazily across the lake and though I hoped to spend a quiet morning alone with my observations and a gentle rain falling, the early hour of the day was not enough to inspire others to linger in their beds, and out of my seriously bedridden hair.
Crinkling a plastic bag, KC stands in the kitchen on step stool, pouring not one, but two different kinds of cereals into the same bowl. A practice not normally performed at home, but seemingly a good idea while at Grandma's.
Mother meanwhile is cleaning up the kitchen once again, like a rare addiction to Windex and the Queen of Clean. It should be noted however that her house is far more organized then mine could ever dream of being, leaving me not much room to talk as procrastination is usually the name of my game.
Proclaiming today a day of rest, and quite rightly so since my legs are still on fire from yesterday's outing, I'm all for having a lazy, do nothing day today. My Mother however thinks it's a good time to do the laundry, proving once again how different we sometimes think.
Despite my lameness, I wouldn't have missed our trip to North Carolina's Zoological Park. An impressive place to be sure and one filled with gloriously wild animals in habitats crafted to closely resemble their native homes. Between the four of us who went, it was quickly decided that among our favorites, the following animals had stolen our hearts: a playful polar bear eating apples, sea lions gracefully performing an underwater ballet, long legged giraffes nimbly nibbling at the trees, and two small and very playful lion cubs tumbling over each other in their quest to rob a fallen tree branch from the other. In a word, it was all just positively wonderful.
More from me later ... Breakfast calls.
Crinkling a plastic bag, KC stands in the kitchen on step stool, pouring not one, but two different kinds of cereals into the same bowl. A practice not normally performed at home, but seemingly a good idea while at Grandma's.
Mother meanwhile is cleaning up the kitchen once again, like a rare addiction to Windex and the Queen of Clean. It should be noted however that her house is far more organized then mine could ever dream of being, leaving me not much room to talk as procrastination is usually the name of my game.
Proclaiming today a day of rest, and quite rightly so since my legs are still on fire from yesterday's outing, I'm all for having a lazy, do nothing day today. My Mother however thinks it's a good time to do the laundry, proving once again how different we sometimes think.
Despite my lameness, I wouldn't have missed our trip to North Carolina's Zoological Park. An impressive place to be sure and one filled with gloriously wild animals in habitats crafted to closely resemble their native homes. Between the four of us who went, it was quickly decided that among our favorites, the following animals had stolen our hearts: a playful polar bear eating apples, sea lions gracefully performing an underwater ballet, long legged giraffes nimbly nibbling at the trees, and two small and very playful lion cubs tumbling over each other in their quest to rob a fallen tree branch from the other. In a word, it was all just positively wonderful.
More from me later ... Breakfast calls.
A Morning On Appaloosa Lake
Cold autumn breeze against my face
I listen to the wind rustle through the trees,
watching as the leaves fall, sometimes one by one,
but more often like a dry rain of faded color.
Three birds sit perched on one side of the feeder,
yellow breasted, small and delicate.
Almost close enough to touch,
they pick hungrily at the seed.
My daughter stands at the edge of the lake,
fishing pole in hand, chattering her own sing song tune.
Perhaps -I think to tell her - if she is quiet enough,
she may catch a fish. But she is happy in her noise
and in her efforts.
And who am I to tell her why the fish won’t bite?
My way is not the only way.
She calls for me to join her
and with camera in hand in case she manages a catch, I go.
My job to snap the pictures,
save the memories
and transcribe the events.
I listen to the wind rustle through the trees,
watching as the leaves fall, sometimes one by one,
but more often like a dry rain of faded color.
Three birds sit perched on one side of the feeder,
yellow breasted, small and delicate.
Almost close enough to touch,
they pick hungrily at the seed.
My daughter stands at the edge of the lake,
fishing pole in hand, chattering her own sing song tune.
Perhaps -I think to tell her - if she is quiet enough,
she may catch a fish. But she is happy in her noise
and in her efforts.
And who am I to tell her why the fish won’t bite?
My way is not the only way.
She calls for me to join her
and with camera in hand in case she manages a catch, I go.
My job to snap the pictures,
save the memories
and transcribe the events.
So Sleepy
And so we made it, none the worse for wear though a bit tired after a long trek and one wrong turn at the very end, thanks to Mom's mistake in specifying a left when it should have been a right.
Amazingly enough, I remained calm and confident in crisis, pulling the vehicle back around (after recognizing downtown Robbins) and made my way back to where I should have gone right in the first place. All in all, it was a 10 minute error quickly fixed and I was quite impressed to have come through it so well without any melodrama or a sudden burst of panic induced tears.
Hmmm ... Perhaps I've gained some wisdom now that I am the venerable age of thirty ... And then again, maybe not.
Thanks to all of you out there who sent your well wishes for both my trip and my own personal holiday. I appreciate every one of them, and every one of you for taking the time to write it down and send out your support. Now if only you'd all send money ... Gas is expensive!
With my eyes burning a hole in my head, I'm about to douse the lights and call it a night. I'm beat, both physically and emotionally. And it's funny, I never seem to realize just how much I miss having my Mom around on a daily basis, until we're back together.
Amazingly enough, I remained calm and confident in crisis, pulling the vehicle back around (after recognizing downtown Robbins) and made my way back to where I should have gone right in the first place. All in all, it was a 10 minute error quickly fixed and I was quite impressed to have come through it so well without any melodrama or a sudden burst of panic induced tears.
Hmmm ... Perhaps I've gained some wisdom now that I am the venerable age of thirty ... And then again, maybe not.
Thanks to all of you out there who sent your well wishes for both my trip and my own personal holiday. I appreciate every one of them, and every one of you for taking the time to write it down and send out your support. Now if only you'd all send money ... Gas is expensive!
With my eyes burning a hole in my head, I'm about to douse the lights and call it a night. I'm beat, both physically and emotionally. And it's funny, I never seem to realize just how much I miss having my Mom around on a daily basis, until we're back together.
On the Road Again
So I'm feeling a little like Willie Nelson at the moment. And having just taken a shower, I have realized a few of the things I've forgotten, that unfortunately were essentials. Without conditioner, as the lovely place I'm staying at was only kind enough to provide the shampoo, I've spent the last ten minutes trying to brush the rat nest from my hair. Not an easy thing to do, when every stroke brings you pain. Oy.
Anyhoo, it's back on the road again here in a few minutes. A fact KC is surely not going to like as I rouse her from her slumber. Oh well, at least the kids get to sleep in the car ... Which means, I'm singing all the way to NC.
Oh and yeah ... Happy Birthday to me!
Anyhoo, it's back on the road again here in a few minutes. A fact KC is surely not going to like as I rouse her from her slumber. Oh well, at least the kids get to sleep in the car ... Which means, I'm singing all the way to NC.
Oh and yeah ... Happy Birthday to me!
Blogging On the Road
Greetings and Salutations from Chambersburg, Pennsylvania, my halfway mark to destination North Carolina.
And having gotten this far, I have come to the conclusion that (a) traveling with children is not for the weak of heart, (b) there are only so many times you can say, "No, we're not there yet." without getting highly agitated, (c) making your daughter's pajamas talk in a high pitched squeaky voice to enduce her to quit the whining and put them on while maintaining said sanity which is precariously hanging in the balance as it is, is the only way you can make yourself laugh and not run screaming for the hills, and (d) on the eve of your 30th birthday, there are surely better things you could be doing with your time than spending it with two minor children intent on annoying each other in any manner possible.
On that note, I'm exhausted, I lost feeling in my ass four hours ago, my mental condition is deteriorating, and someone - and I don't know who, other than the fact that I am 100% sure it's not me - smells like onions.
More tomorrow if I survive the night ...
And having gotten this far, I have come to the conclusion that (a) traveling with children is not for the weak of heart, (b) there are only so many times you can say, "No, we're not there yet." without getting highly agitated, (c) making your daughter's pajamas talk in a high pitched squeaky voice to enduce her to quit the whining and put them on while maintaining said sanity which is precariously hanging in the balance as it is, is the only way you can make yourself laugh and not run screaming for the hills, and (d) on the eve of your 30th birthday, there are surely better things you could be doing with your time than spending it with two minor children intent on annoying each other in any manner possible.
On that note, I'm exhausted, I lost feeling in my ass four hours ago, my mental condition is deteriorating, and someone - and I don't know who, other than the fact that I am 100% sure it's not me - smells like onions.
More tomorrow if I survive the night ...
In Queue at the DMV
Went to the DMV to renew my license and have decided after being blinded by the intense white light they call a flash, that there is absolutely no way anyone's picture can come out well. Not only am I sure I blinked, but I'll bet the bank that I'm going to appear completely washed out, like a long lost relative of Casper the Friendly Ghost.
Luckily for me, I don't get proofed all that often so this is something I really shouldn't have to worry about.
Not much else going on ... Work is having a corporate sponsored luncheon tomorrow to reward us all for our stellar October performance in both production and sales. Perhaps however it's all just a clever cover for an "Oh my goodness, you did this all for me?" birthday surprise.
And then again, maybe not.
As I told Linda today, I have a right to be a spoiled brat on my birthday. It's the only holiday I know that's all about me!
Linda is now convinced I'm turning five rather than thirty. She may be right.
Luckily for me, I don't get proofed all that often so this is something I really shouldn't have to worry about.
Not much else going on ... Work is having a corporate sponsored luncheon tomorrow to reward us all for our stellar October performance in both production and sales. Perhaps however it's all just a clever cover for an "Oh my goodness, you did this all for me?" birthday surprise.
And then again, maybe not.
As I told Linda today, I have a right to be a spoiled brat on my birthday. It's the only holiday I know that's all about me!
Linda is now convinced I'm turning five rather than thirty. She may be right.
Self Setting Alarm Clocks
Broke my own personal record of stupid moves this morning, after realizing I'd manage to sleep in as if it were Saturday. Evidently my cleaning binge and secret love affair with Mr. Clean's Magic Eraser last night, left me so exhausted that I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
Waking up with way too much sunlight streaming in my bedroom window, it was fairly obvious that I was already late for work. Turning my head slowly and with just one eye open to gauge the time, I couldn't help but emit an evil laugh, as I realized just how late it was.
Grabbing the phone, I quickly dialed the job and was further confused when Joe answered the line rather than one of the receptionists. Tired, confused and dealing with a major rush of holy shit I'm late, I proceeded to tell Joe what was going on, to which he responded, "Who's this?"
"It's either your worst nightmare or Stacey," I said, "Take your pick, but remember I have a long memory."
Explaining once again, and this time slower as to be understood, I told him I would get there as soon as possible. And I did, 45 minutes later.
Lucky for me, I have a very understanding boss who understands my special needs. Or at least likes me well enough to overlook my early morning issues, or issues in general - of which I have many. Email me, I'll tell you them all.
Despite all this, and the constant ribbing I got all day long whenever someone had the opportunity to find a way to mock my lateness, the day went extremely well. So well in fact, that I think I'll go back tomorrow, this time on time.
That being said, I better get my ass to bed before I make a liar out of myself. Until we meet again, this is Stacey over and out.
Waking up with way too much sunlight streaming in my bedroom window, it was fairly obvious that I was already late for work. Turning my head slowly and with just one eye open to gauge the time, I couldn't help but emit an evil laugh, as I realized just how late it was.
Grabbing the phone, I quickly dialed the job and was further confused when Joe answered the line rather than one of the receptionists. Tired, confused and dealing with a major rush of holy shit I'm late, I proceeded to tell Joe what was going on, to which he responded, "Who's this?"
"It's either your worst nightmare or Stacey," I said, "Take your pick, but remember I have a long memory."
Explaining once again, and this time slower as to be understood, I told him I would get there as soon as possible. And I did, 45 minutes later.
Lucky for me, I have a very understanding boss who understands my special needs. Or at least likes me well enough to overlook my early morning issues, or issues in general - of which I have many. Email me, I'll tell you them all.
Despite all this, and the constant ribbing I got all day long whenever someone had the opportunity to find a way to mock my lateness, the day went extremely well. So well in fact, that I think I'll go back tomorrow, this time on time.
That being said, I better get my ass to bed before I make a liar out of myself. Until we meet again, this is Stacey over and out.
Things That Make You Go Hmmmm
I just cleaned the bathroom floor with a scrub brush. Someone call the doctor, I think I must be ill.
Counting Down the Days
Starting to feel a bit panicked with the upcoming road trip looming just a few days away. I wish there was a way I could shut these feelings down, the ones that cripple me with fear and will surely cause my hands to grip the steering wheel far too tight for ten hours.
Despite the fact that I have made this drive just once before, and should be confident knowing it's already on my list of things I've done, I'm still scared to death that somehow I'm going to make the wrong turn, get horribly lost and never be seen from again.
Meanwhile, Mother continues to council me that most of the journey is a straight line south, and one that shouldn't worry me over much. Perhaps if there were no other cars on the road, and my car was equipped with a GPS tracking system, along with one of those talking map things, I might feel a little more secure about the whole idea in general.
I have however decided that trying to drive the entire distance in one day is for the birds and far too tiring for one person unused to such a journey to attempt alone. Or in my case, as the only person in the car with a license to drive and two kids I hope will pass on the opportunity to be back seat drivers. That however remains to be seen.
So I'm all about deep breaths in, and deep breaths out at the moment. Reminding myself, very much like the little engine that could, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can ...
Despite the fact that I have made this drive just once before, and should be confident knowing it's already on my list of things I've done, I'm still scared to death that somehow I'm going to make the wrong turn, get horribly lost and never be seen from again.
Meanwhile, Mother continues to council me that most of the journey is a straight line south, and one that shouldn't worry me over much. Perhaps if there were no other cars on the road, and my car was equipped with a GPS tracking system, along with one of those talking map things, I might feel a little more secure about the whole idea in general.
I have however decided that trying to drive the entire distance in one day is for the birds and far too tiring for one person unused to such a journey to attempt alone. Or in my case, as the only person in the car with a license to drive and two kids I hope will pass on the opportunity to be back seat drivers. That however remains to be seen.
So I'm all about deep breaths in, and deep breaths out at the moment. Reminding myself, very much like the little engine that could, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can ...
