I went to visit Mills today and it made things so much better. He was in a hilarious mood and was making mini videos of everyone. I watched as many as i could and really cracked up. I won’t mention the things he said about poor Syd.
I noticed that he has “e-crushes” and he finds it so hard to believe. He’s a smart hottie and that isn’t a combo you find often. Sooner or later he’ll realize he’s hot then we’ll have to make bigger doorways for the swollen ego.
Our visit made my day. I need to make it a point to have them more often. I LOVE my friends.
I had to take my daughter to her first day of summer school (she failed Algebra I) and I thought I’d get an early start on my work day. I showed up at about 7:45, started to get in my groove then took a peek at the schedule…I’m the friggin 12-9!!! So I went to work a little over 4 hours early.
Yep, I feel like a total dork.
I spent Mother’s Day at work but it wasn’t so bad. I got to clear out clutter and catch up on reviews. When I made it to my mom’s house, she’d grilled steaks! It was awesome. Saturday morning we watched 27Dresses & I loved it, and last night we watched Juno. I cried like a wuss.
I had my first at 17. I never thought about adoption, but I can imagine just how hard a choice like that would be.
When I think of my mom, I think about her strength. She had too bad assed little girls that she raised on her own and was never bitter about it. She would work her butt off at a job where she was one of the first women to ever hold the position and put up with all types of crap. She did this so she could send me to private school, buy all the things Iris and I needed/wanted and still have money left to take us on trips and expose us to new things. She gave up her love life because she didn’t want different men around her girls.
She has always been my rock, the one constant person in my life that could turn to for all things. She’s my cheerleader when I’m insecure, she’s my support when life beats me down, she’s strong enough to be the one the family vents to now that grandma and Iris are gone.
My mom is awesome, and I thank God for her everyday.
All of my coworkers know how much I love babies so they often bring them to see me. I get so excited! But then I freak out because the place is full of so many germs but anyway…Lately everyone has been bringing baby boys and I feel a tug at my heart because for some reason I wanted a boy at some point. A icky bit of cancer took care of that but we always tend to want what we don’t have right? But I love my girls, they’re expensive, complicated, moody and pure joy. Wouldn’t trade them for the world.
Why is this term so common? I get this look of horror everytime I hear someone say it. I know I need to get over it but “douche bag” is so foul.
This weekend was awesome. It didn’t rain as much as we thought it would so we were out and about. The kids had a blast and I enjoyed watching them. I wish I’d remembered the camera. I haven’t been on a plane since I was 12 and I’m excited about doing it again next week. My first company related buisiness trip! whoooo hooo! I decided instead of getting caught up in the fears of flying, I’ll have a positive outlook instead :)
I’ve been worried about my friends a lot the past couple of days. It’s like my gut is telling me something is wrong. (very much like some moms feel about things going wrong with kids)…Millard knows I worry about him all the time and he just lets me suffer until I have a headache that makes me cry (tear)but as far as the others go……
I hear things people say about them, I watch people react toward them, and I instantly want to somehow stop the madness.I’m still wearing those damn rose colored glasses that have no place in corporate america so I wonder, why can’t they see the good that I see in certain people. It worries me.
90% of what keeps me coming to work each day is the people that I work with. I really enjoy most of them and look forward to the time I spend gathering ideas, sharing laughs, and helping my team develop into something more than people just wanting to collect a check. But at the same time part of what makes me unhappy there is dealing with some of the people at work (go figure) a good example is what happened this week:
There was a series of meetings to discuss a procedure that isn’t running as smoothly as planned. Mind you ,it’s nit picked, and analyzed right down to the robotic grammer but I feel the person in charge of it all (and I like her) really is trying to do a good job even if they’re going about it in a way I disagree with, but anyway…
Instead of everyone really coming to the table with hard evidence of the failures of this procedure, some the arguments were full of emotion and presented in a way that reminds me of a witch hunt. I wanted to stand up and blow a whistle in the middle of the foolishness and say “Hey, stop your bitchin, get past the battered egos, and do what makes SENSE.”
But then I remembered these are adults and sometimes these are the passive aggressive games we play.