Back from a really nice weekend. Don't want to be back. So. Very. Sleepy. ZzZ. Only 3 more weeks to go before vacation! Can't wait! I don't know why I can't formulate normal sentences this morning. I'll make an effort. So guess what, I haven't cleaned the basement. It's such a freaking overwhelming task! Instead I spent a nice relaxing weekend. Chantal, Andy and their kids came to visit on saturday. Andy fixed our doorbell and a light fixture in the basement yay! I should invite them more often lol. I finished reading "We Need to Talk About Kevin" and started "Blue Like Jazz".
July 2006
It's Friday Babay!
YAY! Friday!!!! This weekend might finally be the one that I clean my basement. I hope I can muster the courage to go down there. It's like a post-tornado area since my brother moved out. There are STILL herds of wounded ceramic unicorns lying everywhere. They moved out the last week of May. It's the end of July. Should I carefully sort all their unwanted crap, or should I be pretty liberal with the garbage pile ?
Little Stories
Nancy Earns Right to Vacation Time :
The other day I sent my vacation request to my boss through the intranet. Yesterday he approves it and the system sends me an electronic copy with a comment from my boss : "Have you been a good girl this year ? If you ate all your peas and carrots I will approve this vacation". (55 year old humour.) I replied : Phew! I'm good! Thank God you didn't say broccoli!!
Nancy with a Fake Blake Eye :
DOH!
Okay first... I lied. I didn't ONLY buy a case of flavored water and a box of WW cereal. I also bought.... A 3cd Richard Simmons Workout. How embarrassing to admit lol! I just remembered that I put the box in my purse instead of the car trunk because I didn't want them to warp in the hot trunk this afternoon. I took them out and unwrapped them, flipped the box open and read Richard Simmons special message to me. Then I realized in horror that this is NOT 3 Richard Simmons working DVDs. It's actually 3 MUSIC CD's of Richard Simmons favorite workout music. GAH!
Is Ronald trying to fool me ?
So I went shopping at Costco during my lunch hour. I have almost never had a hypoglycemic episode (low blood sugar) in my life. My problem has always been hyperglycemia. Until today. I was walking in the huge aisles and I started to feel weak. It's probably just normal hunger. So I continued shopping. When I got to the cereal aisle, I began shaking and feeling really woozy and dizzy. Uh oh. Two big old ladies were shopping side by side with their oversized carts blocking the aisle, and I was panicking. What if I friggin faint in the middle of Costco ?
Fat Tuesday
Fat Tuesday used to be my favorite bar in town. Now it's closed and in it's place is a Quiznos hehe.
Another weekend bites the dust..
I can't believe it's already Monday. Sigh. I've got the blahs. I can' t shake them off. I thought I would feel chippier this morning as that's usually the case with my Sunday evening blahs... but alas, I still feel like crappe onne toaste. (Gilmore Girls joke heh) It doesn't help that it's cool, grey and wet. I know it'll be good for my new lawn, but there's just something very depressing about a wet soggy Monday morning. Anyways, I think I'm going to take my 2 remaining vacation weeks in August instead of saving a week for December.
Weekend Links Edition :P
Sooooo many wrong things...
The Laugh Song - HAHAHAHA Isn't this funny (read : completely weird)
Kitlers ? Some people have too much free time....
Can anyone speak cat ?
HOLY SH!!!!T !!
I never really quite understood the purpose of the "Panic" button on the car's remote key thingy, but I sure feel like pressing it now because I'm in panic mode.
I just received an email that they're starting to organize our 2007 High School reunion! *hyperventilates*. OMG! Ten years ? Already ?
I carried a watermelon...
Remember that classic line from "Dirty Dancing" ? Well I felt about as awkward this morning when I came into work as Baby felt when she declared "I carried a watermelon" to super cool Johnny Castle. I hadn't even sat down or turned my computer on yet when two of my coworkers both flocked over to interrogate me about rumors about my FIL's jump from prov. to fed. govt. I had been asked to keep this secret weeks ago, but I had never been told when it would become official.