I BE ILLIN'

Still sick with whatever brought me down yesterday. I thought I was coming down with a cold, as an achy throat always precedes a runny nose (for me, anyway). However, the sore throat usually lasts only about a day, and now I'm pushing the 48-hour mark. I really hope it's not strep or the flu. I've got a hot date with turkey and stuffing on Thursday, and I want to enjoy it!

Last night I took Nyquil to alleviate my pain, and I slept very well all night. Then I slept very well off and on all day today, too. Nyquil means business, y'all.

Kane had a great time at the military ball last night. He forgot to have pictures made, though, so his dad and I are disappointed about that. We did take a couple before he left, so those will have to do. Here's one:















Handsome devil, ain't he?

DH uploaded all the pics from our digital camera tonight. I've been remiss, so there are months and months worth of photos on the desktop now. Just for grins, here's one more for your enjoyment:














Hubby does not like this picture, but I think he's cute. It had been a long day, and he was tired. But it was Pey's birthday so he had to put on a happy face for all our guests. What a trooper. Love you, hubby.

And now, I'm off to bed because I'm tired and tomorrow is Monday. I could not be happier that this week is a short one. People who are illin' shouldn't have to face Mondays. I'm just saying.

p.s. - Pez, Texas has the same Sudafed laws. You can buy the crappy Sudafed without the good stuff in it without "permission," but it does not work. Even pharmacists agree with me on that point.

I AM SICK

My throat is burning like crazy, which probably means I'm about to come down with a cold. Just in time for Thanksgiving - woohoo.

At least this week's work schedule should be fairly light. I have to work Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday, but the latter two are going to be short days. The high schoolers who work at the store will be able to come in earlier than usual, which means I'll be sprung by lunchtime. Or at least, I should be.

Yesterday's workday was the busiest I've ever had. Ever. I hardly had a chance to breathe, much less sit down for a few minutes. I estimate that the store had maybe three minutes without customers the whole day. Typical days I sometimes have up to half an hour with no one in the store.

I worked 8 hours and 45 minutes yesterday during the day, then went back to work at 7:00 and worked until 8:15 (since Jay is off the schedule, we had no one to close up shop last night). I accidentally locked my keys in the car and had to call hubby to come unlock the Saturn. I'm glad we live so close to the store.

In other news, Kane is going to the ROTC military ball tonight. It's required for all cadets, and he's kind of excited, I think. I hope he has a good time. I also hope I'm awake when he calls us to come pick him up, but I'm so tired right now that that's becoming doubtful.

I hate being sick. Where's that Sudafed?

BYE BYE, JAY

Late yesterday afternoon, I got a phone call from Jay. He said that he'd just found out he was going to have to go out of town to a competition with the school choir, and would be gone all day Friday and Saturday. (A brief aside: There is NO way he "just" found out, as competition field trips - particularly out of town ones - require parent permission, practice, and other things that start with P, I'm sure.)

Coincidentally, Jay's only days on the work schedule this week were - you guessed it - Friday and Saturday.

Because I'd spent part of the morning making an updated list (at Gary's request) of Jay's problems on the job, I was not shocked when he called in saying he wouldn't be able to work. Honestly, we'd already figured that Jay's priorities lie elsewhere. Getting the call was just the impetus I needed to cut him off.

I called him back about 10 minutes after his phone call to me.

I was nice, and told him that it seemed he was really too busy with school activities to hold down a job. And that since we heavily depend on every one of our employees to be at work when they're scheduled to be, I didn't feel that this was a good fit for him right now. I said we would not be renewing his contract, and that he could come in to pick up his final paycheck a week from Monday.

Oh, did I mention that he didn't answer his phone? Yes indeedy, I left the whole "you're fired" thing on his voicemail.

I think they're making room in etiquette hell for me at this very moment...

JUST REMEMBERED THAT I FORGOT

My leather jacket is at work, hanging up behind the front desk. Oh man, they'd better not sell it. As soon as I finish this post, I've got an errand to run.

Work went pretty well today. An absolute ton of people came in, and lots of them actually bought stuff. I love it when that happens.

The day started off rough, though. Jeff, our main delivery/pickup driver, came in and immediately started making excuses about why he needs to leave a little early today. He's 26 and taking classes at the local community college - he goes to school two days a week; works three - yet this is the second time in as many weeks that he's had to leave work in order to go do something at the school. Today's reason was "I have to register for next semester at 5:30 tonight." I asked why he didn't do that yesterday, or heck, even online, and he said he couldn't. I asked why he couldn't have registered before coming to work (he starts at 9:00 - or is supposed to, but that's another story), and he again said he couldn't.

I have attended this same school before, and there is no way that they force registration on 10,000-plus students at a single time on a single day. No way. Jeff stammered something about being on academic probation and needing signatures (why he couldn't get these yesterday is beyond me) and so on and so forth. I told him it was a huge inconvenience for me to reschedule deliveries at the last minute, but that I'd try - THIS time. From now on, though, he's got to take care of school things on school days. I'm tired of his job taking a back seat, especially since he has ample opportunity to take care of things on his days off.

At first I was concerned about ticking him off, as he really is a good delivery guy and everyone likes him. Then I remembered all the times he's come in late because he had to go to school for something, or to the Workforce Commission for something else, and all the times I've gotten calls from some job-verification organization that checks up on Jeff to ensure he's working and is thus eligible for his benefits. I figure that if he bails on me, the job place will have something to say about those benefits - and being hit in the pocketbook hurts more than being hit in the face.

For now, I feel secure in having called him out. I know, I know. I'm manager of the place, and as such, shouldn't worry about being stricter with my employees. I admit I'm a people-pleaser, though, and that makes me vulnerable to the stupid "what if they get mad at me?" thoughts. I really need to learn to suck it up.

Tomorrow I have to work during the day, then go home around 4:00, then go back and work the last hour and do closing. Wanna know why? Because Jay called in today and said he "just" found out he has to go with the school choir to Brenham tomorrow and Saturday. What do you know, those just happen to be the same two days he's on the work schedule.

Tomorrow: How I fired Jay. (Oh yes, I did.) Stay tuned!

TOMORROW, I SWEAR

Tomorrow I'm going to do a longer post. Today and yesterday got away from me, and I fell asleep on the sofa until dh woke me up a few minutes ago.

I want to chat about lonely old ladies, women who are sarcastic about their dying husbands' health, and people who think they can finagle discounts out of me by pouting, begging, or even semi-flirting [females, y'all - shudder!]. How's that for diversity?

But for now, as there are seven minutes left in this day, I'd best sign off. Tomorrow, I swear, I'll do better.

UGH

Fell asleep on the sofa at 7:45 or so tonight; just woke up. Today at work was busy and a bit frustrating - customers with a million questions and no patience. Good news is that I sold a $600 sectional in under an hour. Gotta love Craigslist.

That's it for now. I'm typing this with one eye closed, so I'd better get to bed.

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

World peace tops the list. Since I'm pretty sure dh can't provide that, I'm going to start a feasible list right now. Be forewarned: most of these items are clothing, which scare hubby to death. But I figure if I'm specific enough, he might relax a bit...

• This sweater, preferably in Beet Red, although White Chocolate would be pretty, too.
• This sweater, preferable in Vineland Teal.
• This one, too, in Spicy Orange.
• This bra, one in white and one in black (they're 2 for $44), size 34D.
• These, which are 3 for $30, in the boyshort style, size S.

(Pause for station identification, and to make sure all these links are working. Okay, moving on.)

• These jeans, because they're affordable and look like they'd fit.
• This, because I think it looks $tyli$h. But really, it's just a pur$e.

Okay, that looks like a short list, and it is. Rest assured I'll be adding to it soon.

What do YOU want for Christmas?

SOMEBODY'S KNOCKING. SHOULD I LET HIM IN?

Around 10:00 this morning, Watson showed up at my front door. He announced, "I'm here for some Wii!" and proceeded to come on in.

I'm not at all used to people just dropping by, and I must admit I was taken aback that he showed up without calling first. In his defense, I have mentioned from time to time at work that he should come over sometime and play Wii with K. I never thought he'd just appear on my doorstep, but then again, that's how he rolls. I shouldn't have been surprised.

He was here for about three hours, until K had to get dressed for his soccer game. The boys played and played and had a great time. It was fun to watch them.

Ry spent the night at his grandparents' house last night. He didn't want to come home this morning, either. Being the middle child, he was probably really enjoying being the center of attention for once. While I can understand that feeling, I really missed him while he was away. When he got home, I grabbed him up in a big bear hug and was overcome with emotion. I sure do love that kid.

This afternoon I dove back into the Grocery Game, which I've been neglecting for the past few months. I am quite proud of my savings today:

Shelf price: $133
My cost after loyalty card discount and coupons: $46.55

GG'ing rocks.

THEY DID IT AGAIN!

For the second year in a row, the Houston Dynamo won the Western Conference Championship. Tonight's score was 2-0 vs. Kansas City. It was a great game, although not as good as last week's game against FC Dallas. The stadium held a record sellout crowd, but somehow we were able to get out of the parking lot much more quickly than we did last week.

More tomorrow! :)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO PEY

My baby hits double digits this year. Did anyone catch the plate number of the decade that just flew by?

Pey's party officially starts at 6:30 CST, although one guest is already here. The hellion from last year will be here soon, and as luck would have it, she's the only little girl who is able to spend the night tonight (three were invited). And I thought I had a headache last night.

Pey requested two cakes this year - one angel food, and one chocolate with everything (meaning chocolate chips baked in and in the frosting). I accommodated her, then realized that my daughter is having Angel Food and Devil's Food tonight. Does that mean something?

Work went well today. I worked alone in the morning, then Watson came in at noon. We got a lot done around the store - that kid's a real workhorse. The store looks good, and the afternoon just flew by. Right now, Jay is there, as are Pho and Dubya. Dubya's still in training, which is why Pho is there, and also why we have three people on the clock right now. Ugh.

Maybe I should have her re-train Jay while she's at it.

Nah.

Gary comes home from San Diego today. I will be glad to have him back in the store next week so that he can help out with some of the crazies that I got to deal with all by myself this week. Right now, though, I've got to focus on my baby girl.

Ten years, y'all. :(

PLACE HOLDER

That's what we'll call today's post, as I have a splitting headache and am heading to bed shortly.

First, a quick list:

• Today went pretty well at work, with just a couple of upset customers ... come to think of it, they probably spurred this headache.
• Tomorrow is Pey's 10th birthday, and I haven't gotten her gift yet. How does that song go? Oh yes - "There's ALLLLways toMORRRRow..."
• I started cleaning the house this morning for Pey's party, but still have a bit to do. I wish I felt better.
• New kid - we'll call him Dubya - started work this afternoon. He's got a great attitude, so I'm optimistic that his work ethic will follow.

I've got to stop there. My head feels like it's about to burst. G'nite, all.

Humpday!

I am still not sure how it got to be Wednesday already. You'd think that since I have three workdays under my belt this week, I'd have lots to say. Particularly since I work with the general public and put up with their incessant chatter/whining/griping/ praising/humming/singing whatever on a daily basis. I guess this week has been pretty uneventful so far.

I did find out that Jay has undermined the store again. He told a customer last Saturday that she could not leave her consignment items in the store "because we didn't have room." I could strangle that boy. When a customer wants to consign something, we make room.

It turns out that with a little shuffling, we would have had room. But Jay is extremely lazy and didn't want to deal with it, so there you go.

The other night I went online and checked the store's security cameras while Jay was working. I also logged in to the store's computers via www.gotomypc.com so that I could watch exactly what he was doing. He spent a solid hour on WizardWorld or somesuch, even though I called him halfway through that hour and told him I needed the back section cleaned up. He grunted "uh huh" and hung up, then proceeded to sit there and surf the Internet until closing time. He only stood up and moved a couple of boxes at that point because Gary came in unexpectedly.

Gary and I have talked at length about what to do with Jay. On the one hand, we want to fire him; on the other, the store is desperate for workers. What I want Gary to realize is that while Jay may be a semi-trained warm body to cover the store when we need him, he is also hurting the bottom line.

I hired a new kid today, and he starts tomorrow. I'm optimistic about this one, and I sure do hope he works out because Jay really, really has to go.

Hmm, looks like I had more to say than I thought.

TUUUUUESDAY... AAAAAFTERNOON

Today was a busy day at work. I'm exhausted enough to say I'm "bone-tired," and that's a whole lotta tired, y'all.

Nothing spectacular happened today. The store stayed consistently busy, though, so I spent 95% of the day on my feet. My feet and calves are jonesin' for the jacuzzi tub right about now. I'm about to get off the computer and indulge them.

Updates to follow within the next few days:

• Jay is about to be very, very fired
• Fish needs to stop dragging out her story, darnit!
• Pey will be 10 on Friday - slumber party imminent (did I learn nothing from last year?) [see post from November 10, 2006]
  

Sorry for the short post, but I'm an aching fool. I'm going to go upstairs and see if I can't change that to just "fool." heh

WHY DO I FIND IT HARD TO WRITE THE NEXT LINE?
Oh I want the truth to be saaaaiiiid...

(I love Spandau Ballet. There, I said it.)

Today was crazy-busy at work. Gary is in California on a business trip, so I got to man the shop all by my lonesome today. For the most part, it was a good, albeit hectic, day. But there was this one real character, for lack of a better word, who now holds the title for being the first customer to insult me to my face since I've become manager.

I feel so validated.

So there I was, trying to do everything, as usual, when Numbnuts waltzes in. (To paint a picture: NN is a 50ish heavyset man with glasses and a false-to-the-point-of-being-obnoxious-sunny disposition. I have never seen him before in my life; he does not know me at all.) Fourteen other people are in the store at the time (I counted), and in between simultaneously answering their questions and ringing up their purchases and trying to list a bunch of items online this morning, Pley is a very busy girl - not at all upset; just busy.

Numbnuts sashays up to the counter and says to me, "Smile! It can't be that bad!"

I did not look up from my computer screen, but smirked in his general direction. Maybe not very professional of me, but man I hate when people insist that other people smile.

NN continues to walk around the store, picking up little glass trinket boxes and plunking each of them on the counter, as if he were the only person in the store and the counter was exclusively reserved for his stuff. He picked out nine things, and with each item he brought to the counter, he continued to urge me to "Smile!" "Come on, smile!" "Aww, just a little smile?"

Cue me picking up my imaginary .22 and aiming it at his head.

At this point I'm ignoring the guy because I'm becoming angrier with each passing moment. He walked away again, this time to the end of the counter where we keep a display of glass flowers. I hear him say "Hey!" and I turn to look. He pretends to throw a glass flower at my head. When I recoiled in surprise, he said, "Oh come on, that didn't make you smile? That was funny!"

Too shocked to respond, I just ignored him.

He finally came to the counter to pay for his purchases, and I asked him if that was all. He said, "Yes, except for that smile. Can't I get just one?"

In a quiet voice but no doubt with a touch of anger, told him that one of my biggest pet peeves was when people insist other people "just smile," and that it was none of his business, and that he didn't even know me so how dare he insist I do anything.

That shut him up.

When I finished ringing up his purchases and wrapping all that damned glass, he took his bags and started to walk away. He stopped a few feet away and this exchange occurred:

NN - "You know, everyone has pet peeves."
Me - "Yes, I realize that."
NN - "One of mine is people who are blunt and rude."
Me - "Oh really. Well, you're welcome to leave now."

And he did. A lady standing next to the counter said it was all she could do not to applaud. She said she completely agreed with me and that she thought I had a lot of patience.

Of course, she didn't know I'd already fired my imaginary .22 through NN's fat head.

FOUR NOVEMBER

I have so much to say about yesterday...none of it good. It's difficult to formulate cohesive thoughts about the depressed state I was in all day.

Was it the fact that I was leaving behind the last "young" decade in my life that spurred the thoughts of intense loneliness, the feelings of agony and despair, and even the wish to end it all? Could it be as simple as turning another year older? The depths to which my mind dropped were frightening, and I am frankly amazed that I'm sitting here right now typing all this out.

I was depressed when I woke up yesterday, and as the day went on, things just got worse. The nicer my family tried to be, the sadder I got. At dinner, my husband asked me if it was just "the birthday" that was making me upset, and I burst into tears and ran from the room. I begged everyone not to take pictures of me - me, the consummate scrapbooker, didn't want a single photo to commemorate my birthday.

When it was time for me to blow out the candles on my cake, I had been crying so much that I was out of breath, and it took three tries to blow out four candles. I was sad because I knew that my wish wouldn't be granted. In the light of a new day, I am glad for that, as what I had so desperately wished for was to be...gone.

Today is a little better, but I am still weepy and cry at the drop of a hat. I do not know what is wrong with me, but hopefully tomorrow, when I'm back at work, I can gain some perspective. Either that, or I'll be so busy that I won't have time to think. I am hoping for the latter, as my thoughts of late are scaring me to death.

PLACE HOLDER

Today's my birthday. I'm thirty-ten. I don't have time to post much now, but will update later. Just didn't want to miss a day so early on in NaBloPoMo.

DAY TWO

Catchy, no?

No.

Yesterday was a very busy day. At work, I spent part of the day processing new items into the database, part of the day on the phone dealing with customers checking on how much money is in their accounts "because it's November now" (Side note: The system is updated on the SEVENTH, people! The 7th! Every month, same thing! Calling on the 1st will get you nowhere, as I explained last month - and the month before. And don't argue with me - what I'm telling you is all spelled out in the contract you signed, too.), and part of the day dealing with personnel issues.

Personnel issues...sigh.

This time, it's Jay. Jay has been employed at the store for about two weeks. He came highly recommended - honor student, teacher-praised, Eagle Scout, even. He went through a week of intense training with his peers, the assistant manager, and me. He's made a bunch of mistakes, but I'm pretty liberal with the learning curve and don't expect perfection right off the bat.

Day before yesterday (Halloween), he was supposed to be at work at 3:45. He came by the day before and said he'd be late because he got a callback for a school play. He said he'd be at work by 4:30. Well, five o'clock came and went and he didn't show up. I called his cell phone and got no answer, so I left a message. About sixty seconds later he called back and said he'd "just finished" and would be at work within 10 minutes.

He showed up 18 minutes later and I gave him two easy chores to complete before closing - organizing the large stack of empty boxes we keep stored in the back, and inputting some items into the database. I'd already coded and priced the items, so this particular chore was one of the easiest I could have given him.

Jay does not have a key to the store, so I told him to call me when he was closing and I'd come back to lock up. Then I left to get home for my kids' Halloween (much of which I was dreadfully behind on because I'd had to put in over 9 hours in the store that day thanks to Jay). The store closes at 7:00, so when I didn't hear from him by 6:50 I went ahead and drove back up there. I got there at 6:58 to find the lights off and the sign already flipped to "Closed." Jay had already balanced the till and taken out the trash, too.

I have to interject here that one of the owner's pet peeves is people closing the store early. Even a few minutes early bugs him, which I can understand because how frustrating is it to run to the store to find that they've closed up early...

I asked Jay if the evening was busy, to which he replied no, that there had only been one person in the store the whole 1.75 hours he'd worked. He set the alarm, I locked up, and we both left.

Fast forward to yesterday morning. I got to work and found that he had done absolutely nothing the night before - the boxes were still a mess, and the items I'd left to be entered were still sitting there. Even the till was not balanced correctly. Jay had had time, however, to change the radio from easy listening (which it is supposed to remain on all the time, since customers can hear it) to an urban rap station. The owner has a large sticker affixed to the radio - "Do Not Change Station" - which apparently went ignored, much like my instructions the night before.

Jay was supposed to work again yesterday afternoon, beginning at 3:45. When he hadn't shown by 4:05, I called his cell phone again. He said he'd gotten sick at school but would be at work in ten minutes (what's with the ten minutes thing, anyway?). Forty minutes later, he shows up and says he'd been throwing up. Gary immediately sent him home, but not before letting him know that he still had a responsibility to the store and must CALL if he ever can't be there.

Gary and I both doubt Jay is actually sick. But even so, he can't keep up this M.O. We depend on him, just like we do on every employee, to be there when scheduled. This is not Jay's first job, so I'm stumped as to why he thinks he can just not show up without letting anyone know.

He's under a 30-day contract - signed by both Jay and his parents - and honey, the countdown's on!

This afternoon I'm interviewing a potential new employee. If she gets hired, I'll add her to yesterday's list of players. Wish me luck!

KICKOFF!

So today is the first of November, eh? I'd like to know what the heck happened to September and October. This year has just flown, and I am not appreciating the accelerated speed at which my life is passing by.

Anyway, welcome back, NaBloPoMo. This year I shall endeavor to write wittier, more clever, and maybe even more sarcastic posts. I do not know if the latter is even possible, as I'm already pretty sarcastic, but that's why it's called an "endeavor" and not a "guarantee."

Maybe I'll start off the month with a list of the players in my life. Just to set the stage for my millions of readers. You know.

M (aka "DH") - my husband; best friend; shall I go on?
Kane - eldest son; started high school this year; loves ROTC; great kid; wants his own room
Ry - middle son; started junior high this year; incredibly smart; always ready with a joke and a laugh. Oh, and he knows Star Wars trivia better than George Lucas himself. Oh yes he does.
Pey - youngest and only daughter; in the Gifted program at school; beautiful and talented; loves to sing; wants a puppy of her own
Bailey - damn dog

Dad - actually my stepfather, but since my real father is below slime, I consider myself fortunate to be able to call this guy Dad
Jude - Dad's live-in girlfriend (they're both over 50, but that's still "girlfriend," right?); love her love her love her
Nony - younger brother; lives in Oklahoma; divorced from the best thing that ever happened to him; I love him more than pie but damn he's stupid
Tree - youngest brother; is a cop; love him to death but cannot stand his girlfriend (wish he'd taken a clue from Dad in the girlfriend department)
Clueless Beyotch - said brother's girlfiend (that's not a typo); couldn't stop running her mouth if her life depended on it; no one in the family can stand her
EMTsis - sister (one of the twins); fantastic medic; love her but we don't agree on parenting styles, and that causes drama sometimes (*I* believe in discipline and the idea that kids don't get to run things; EMTsis defers to every.single.thing her 11-year-old daughter says)
Tnk - sister (other twin); got married last weekend; is a cop; nearly killed by a drunk driver in March 2006; have more in common with her than with EMTsis, but not as close to her as I am to Jen...
Jen - best friend since we were kids; love her better than a sister
Mary - very good friend since we were kids; lost her son at age 4

Gary - store owner and my boss; friend; major co-irker
Watson - 18-year-old co-worker; super personality; love him; he says he's "part of my family now"
Zac - 17-year-old co-worker; likes soccer; semi-weird; won't be a frequent character in my blog posts
Jay - 17-year-old co-worker; loves singing and acting; may be gay; nice kid but not the best worker in the world - but he's new, so we'll see
Pho - 17-year-old "assistant manager" at the store due to her longevity (one year - working two days a week, woohoo); does NOT deserve that title; other kids at work hate her and are coming to me about it; Gary and I don't agree on what to do about her; more drama to follow, I'm sure

That's all I've got for now, as I need to get off here and get to work. Tomorrow is when the juicy stuff starts! No, really! Okay, maybe!

GOIN' TO THE CHAPEL

Let's get straight to the bullets, shall we?

• Tnk's wedding is tomorrow. Tomorrow. Ohmigosh, we're never going to be ready. So much already done; so much left to do.
• I have completed almost all the decorations for the wedding. All that's left is what we need to do to the actual location tomorrow - set the tables, start the coffee, hang sheets on the walls, etc.
• Yes, I said hang sheets on the walls. The wedding is going to be held at my neighborhood's clubhouse, and while the building is new and clean and has a lovely view, it is also ... functional. Meaning, unless we want to see bright red EXIT signs in the wedding photos, we've got to cover those walls.
• We're not allowed to use tacks or nails to cover said walls. That leaves us heavily relying on the brilliant minds at 3M. I am praying with all that I am and all that I have that those "holds 100 pounds; leaves no mark!" gummy-backed hooks will actually live up to their hype.
• My refrigerator and freezer and ice chest, even, are stuffed with wedding consumables. We've got three pans full of roast pork, eight bottles of champagne, two bottles of sparkling cider, three vats of potato salad, and two gallons of sherbet chilling as I write this. In addition, I've got five bottles of sprite, two Sam's Club-size packages of rolls, and a large bag of butter mints, not to mention the five gallons of tea I'll soon be brewing. Fortunately, my stepmom is making the green beans. Woo, dodged that bullet! [eyeroll]
  
• That's just part of the food.
• Oh, we're also doing the music. DH actually needs the computer right now in order to burn the ceremony CD and the reception CD. Uh oh.
  
• My guest room overfloweth with wedding flowers and other decor. I have an eight-foot arch and two three-feet-tall urns, all complete with greenery, three bouquets, six boutonnieres, a guest book (that I made myself) and pen, forty punch cups and two punch bowls, forty champagne flutes, a dozen vases with flowers, and too much more to mention, really.
• I am running completely on adrenaline right now. My job keeps me "on" and on my feet for 10 hours a day lately; my family needs me before and after work; my sister needs me to help with ... well, everything; and I have zero time for myself. Sadly, I'm at the point where I literally want to start crying when someone asks me to do something.
• What I need right now is a big bed, TIME, and no one around to wake me or ask me for anything.
• I am looking forward to tomorrow, though. We have to be at the clubhouse to begin decorating at 9:00 a.m. We'll take a break sometime in order to come home and get dressed. Then the wedding is at 4:00. This will mark the sixth day in a row (seventh, practically) that I've been on my feet from sunup to sundown, and tomorrow I get to do half of it in heels!
• To Do List Before Bed Tonight: My eyebrows need to be plucked, my nails need to be done, and my hair needs to be washed.
• Whew, I feel myself about to cry again. I need some rest. Maybe after tomorrow.

Keep us in your prayers, send good wishes to Tnk & D, and have a good weekend. And thanks! :)

WARMIN' UP FOR NaBloPoMo

Much has happened of late, but alas, I have been remiss in blogging about it. Stupid of me, as I consider this blog my life journal.

So in typical Me fashion, let's get to the bullets.

• DH is in southern California again on another driving business trip. I went on the last trip with him, and I do not envy what he has to do while on them. First you sit down in the car. Then you drive, park, write, drive, park, write, lather, rinse, repeat. Occasionally you step out of the car to grab fast food, but the vast majority of the trip is spent sitting on your rear, and that quickly gets tiring. And painful, believe it or not - I actually came home sore from the last trip.
• I've been promoted to manager of the store. Go me. It included no pay raise and only a slight shift in responsibilities. However, all the teenagers who work there immediately stopped talking to me. Instead, they've mysteriously bonded with each other (guess I'm the focus of their negativity now) and are apparently telling each other that I'm a bitch! Score!
• I just remembered that I actually did hate high school. It's all bullshit.

Oops, time got away from me - I have to get Pey to school now. More later!