Monday, November 28, 2011

from inside the asylum walls

So i just lapped my office (to stretch my back).  Today's scenic route included:

1. My boss in yet another meeting with the same woman she was in a meeting with from 11:30-2:30.
2. The CEO appears to be doodling at his desk.
3. There is boxed chicken salad on our vending "shelf"...bleh.
4. Someone was crying in the bathroom.
5. I found pistachios.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

just say no

I haven't been to Thanksgiving at my mom's house in a couple years.  We've been out of town and at other sides of the family but finally got back around to my mom's this year.  However, it was apparently everyone else's turn this year to be elsewhere and so the gathering was fairly small.  One table, 9 people and not a lot of room for the dishes.

Because of the limited space on the table, the rolls were allocated to a staging table back in the corner that was holding the coffee maker and wine.  My mother had not yet sat down and realized everyone else had sat without picking up a roll first.  So her solution, and really anyone's solution I would imagine, was to throw rolls to those who wanted one.

My uncle was up first and she threw a line drive down the table so hard I still don't know how he caught it.  My husband was thrown the next one which he had no problem catching....he plays softball.  I was asked next and I promptly said no.  My one handed disadvantage makes me a very hot and cold catcher.  

My cousin was up last and at this point there was a terrible miscommunication.  My cousin can not catch but for some reason my mother thought she had been cleared to throw her one.  So as the roll headed toward my cousin, she figured her safest option was to block it.  However, she is apparently just as bad at blocking as she is at catching and so the roll hit her hands, then hit her in the eye, bounced onto the table and rolled onto the floor.  It somehow grazed my uncle's wine glass and while I saw it topple I simply could not grab it before red wine spilled onto my cousin's plate, the tablecloth and her shirt. 

So the moral of the story?  When asked by my mother if you want a roll...just say no.

high school reboot...a reunion in the making

Immediately following the posting of the where and when details of our highschool reunion, the group posting on facebook has exploded with people uploading photos from junior high and highscool.  Every time I turn around someone else has posted a pic or commented on said pics. 

And its funny, cause a handful of fellow classmates are out there enjoying themselves, remembering all the good old times...but do you think they realize these pics are just pics of all the people who were popular? 

So its just a big "hey, look what you missed in highschool" fest for all those NOT in the pictures.  I think I may have liked it better 10 years ago when reunions got planned without the use of facebook and the reminder of what highschool was like from the outside.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

i wanna thank god

The husband and I are watching the AMAs and at this point in time I'm not sure who hasn't thanked God.  So we started thinking about it...and here's what we've decided:

He really, really likes music.  All music, he doesn't discriminate.

He loves sports...a lot.  Specifically touchdowns, home runs and championships of any kind.

He's a huge fan of movies and TV. 

He loves Sunday mornings..and Wednesday nights.

He loves voting.  For artist of the year, people's name it, he votes. He must have a hell of a phone plan. 
I suppose I should thank god for giving me something to blog about...and yes, I'm going to hell.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

its a dog's world

For those of  you who don't know, we have a new addition in the form of a 65 pound shepard/lab mix.  And while he's wreaking havoc in more ways than's tonight's episode.

We have two dog beds in the house.  Before #2 came along, we left one in the living room and one in the bedroom for at night.  As we welcomed #2, we figured for now we can just move beds around so we either have both in the living room or both in the bedroom.  This way they could both have a pillow available.

#2 has been here for a week now and every day we move the beds from room to room.  And every day #2 forgoes the pillow.  So while #1 picks a pillow and hangs out, #2 chooses to lay on the floor.  Whether in the living room or at night in the bedroom, #2 chooses the floor.

So tonight we are setting up shop to watch a movie and I see #1 huddled over in the corner and realize I haven't brought down beds.  Seeing as how all week #2 has chosen the floor, I figure I'll just drag down one bed tonight.  I trek upstairs, drag it down and #1 makes herself comfortable on the bed while #2 lies near by...on the floor.  Sweet, we're settled in. 

Not 10 minutes later I look up and #1 is huddled back in the corner cause #2 has decided he wants the god damn bed tonight.  Are you kidding me?  He's been on the floor all week...why is he on the bed now!?!? 

I trek back upstairs to get #1 a bed and now she's behind the couch.  You're welcome for all the bed moving around...punks.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

a moment in time

I recently went to a friend's birthday party, a friend who I used to work with, a friend I acquired during what I have deemed the perfect moment in time. 

She is part of a crew of people I used to work with at my former place of employment which shall remain nameless.  It wasn't a great place to work.  It was corporate, always on the verge of collapse, run badly, creatively stunting and, for the last few years before they cut me loose, every day I walked in the front door it sucked a tiny part of my soul out of me . 

But, within the walls of this corporate institution, there existed a group of people I fell into who wound up becoming some of the greatest friends I will probably ever meet.

I don't make friends easily.  Up until that job I had not worked anywhere where there was even a handful of people I liked.  Im a loner by nature, always have been.  And it actually took me a long while to infiltrate this group.  It was a close knit group.  Many of them had been working with each other for years and some were best friends coming in.  They were loud and obnoxious and had story after story from their collective histories they would tell over and over to anyone who would listen.  They were super intimidating to say the least.  But they wound up being people who were like minded and equally as rude as I was, and I slowly slid into the fold and began creating my own stories with them.

We always joked about how it was an anomaly to fall into such a great group of people you liked working with and actually liked as people too.  I looked forward to going to work...not because I liked it there but because I knew THEY were there. 

At this point in time, many of us have moved on...different jobs, different states. For some of us its been a while since we were there...for others its not been all that long.  But what I can tell you now is I'm pretty sure it was in fact a perfect moment in time that probably wont happen again.  It was our perfect storm.  I currently work with people I like...but its not the same.  This group is like family to me now.  I celebrate birthdays with them, stand by the as they fall and help them back up, trudge through illness and watch them become awesome dads and moms. 

Out of the chaos, unhappiness, unrest and frustration of the job itself something great formed.  And no matter what happened there that I didn't like or how badly it ended for some of us, I wouldn't pass up that moment in time for anything.  

*This post is dedicated to the boy

Sunday, November 13, 2011

favorite 5 of the week

1. Finding out a friend escaped the corporate bullshit.

2. An email back from The Book Doctors...this could be interesting

3. Lunch and what not with a friend

4. Crazy, Stupid Love

5. Our new addition

Friday, November 11, 2011

from inside the asylum walls

Sometimes I feel like there is no sanity within the walls of where I work.  Some of things that happen daily are too good not to share.  Here's today's.

Weird interactions happen to me in our kitchen. Those who know me know I’m not a maker of idle chit chat. If I don’t know you, I don’t really need to talk to you. So this morning I’m standing in the kitchen wearing this shirt (trust me, this is important).

A woman I do not know walks in to get coffee and asks how I am. Because I’m only a partial bitch, I answer that I’m fine. She then proceeds to tell me my shirt is cute. Uh…did she look at it? Because in case you missed it, I’m standing there in a shirt with a heart on it with daggers sticking out of it. Im not sure I would have gone with cute.  She then says to me:

“Its so nice to wear long sleeve shirts in the fall and winter and not just in the summer.”

This was followed by an awkward silence as I have NO idea what that even MEANS. I’m glad she walked away because I had no idea how to respond.

Friday, November 4, 2011

lunch time errand running fail

This weekend the husband and I are heading to the father-in-laws' (FIL) lake house.  We are having a thanksgivingesque meal and we are responsible for the rolls, cranberries and pumpkin pie...I know random.

I hate being sent on food-gathering errands as I'm a dolt in grocery can usually find me either turning circles in the aisle or trekking across the store 4 times.  Its obvious on days like this that when we do our weekly grocery shopping, I clearly just follow the husband and the basket around paying no attention.  I suspect he already knows this.

So today I combine lunch gathering and errand running and pick up a salad first.  As I head away from the salad counter I go to look for my list.  After a thorough set-my-shit-down search its clear it's no where on my body.  Awesome!

I think I know what I need, so I proceed.  I get everything (I think) and only manage to turn myself around oncea and head to the check out.  I don't have any reusable bags with me but need to replace one I grab a reusable bag to purchase too.

Unfortunately I unknowingly pick a line where the lady speaks very broken english.  She asks if she can put everything in my bag im purchasing.

Me: Actually no...can you put the pie and cool whip in a plastic bag?

Broken english lady: So the pie and cool whip in your bag youre buying only?

Me: Uh a plastic I can take those back in to work with me and put them in the fridge.

Broken english lady: So nothing in the bag you bought?

Me (in my head): Sweet jesus

Me (out loud): Yes, everything else can go in that bag (at this point Im talking to her like shes 5).

I finally get out to my car and realize I need my salad back in at work too so I go to resack stuff and realize they didn't sack the plastic fork I picked up.  I dont have a fork...that's why I picked one up.  So I have to go back in the f**king store.

As I head back to work I decide I don't want to deal with the construction down at the light on the corner so I figure Ill cut through some neighborhoods...which I could have done if I had picked the straight lane coming out of the parking lot.

I did not.

I instead wind up in the turn right only lane.  So when I wind up at the intersection I was trying to avoid, I cant turn left.

I need to turn left.

This hiccup causes me to have to drive through fresh tar...twice.  Once going through the light where I can't turn and then again after I turn around and come back through.  As I turn the corner I almost run into a woman in a car on the wrong side of the road.

I somehow make it back to work (who knows how at this point) and as I get into the lobby I see one of the elevators is sitting open. Sweet!  I walk up to it and RIGHT before I get close enough it shuts and takes off without me. As the doors shut I literally, out loud, scream are you f**king kidding me??!?

To end the fantastic trip, I wander back to my office and find my list...sitting on my desk.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

wise word wednesday

Pugilist -

One who fights with his hands; a boxer.

*I found this word while reading a review for Hugh Jackman's new movie, Real Steel.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

lions and tigers and baileys...oh my

We got to hang out with the Bailey clan for Halloween.  Here are my highlights of the evening:

The best hand made Tin Man, Dorothy and Wicked Witch costumes I've seen.

The fact the husband uses Halloween as an excuse to walk around in his creepy mask.

Having a car pull up that was decorated like the bat mobile with a bat man inside driving.  While at the moment it was awesome, as an after thought it may have been creepy....who knows who was in the car creeping through the streets.

Maggie's white chicken chili.

Lily falling down the stairs on the husband's watch.

Tyler screaming out that the ding bell didn't work.

Thanks Baileys for a great evening!

favorite 5 of the week (late again)

1. Klout...I have it

2. The Elephant in the Living Room

3. A successful pumpkin carving

4. A massage

5. Seeing the boys...and discovering they may miss us, at least a little bit.