July 30, 2003

Doesn’t take much to make me a happy girl. I’m gonna go eat my pizza and get myself all caught up on some Ranger and Morelli.

If you haven’t read these books, walk your hiney right into your library and check out One For The Money by Janet Evanovich. Go on now, what are you waiting for?

7:12 pm
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July 28, 2003

It’s my birthday! Say happy birthday, or I’m not gonna be your friend anymore!

10:03 pm
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July 27, 2003

A friend stopped by today after church. He asked me why I’ve been a grump, and bitter - in not so many words. I think it comes down to feeling like I’m adjusting horribly to working full time and my impending birthday. I normally LOOOOOOOOVE my birthday. Who doesn’t like attention showered upon them and gifts? This year I’m feeling old. Yeah, I hear my local friends snickering right now. They’ve all got at least 5 years on me. But this year…well damn. The grey hair started coming in - at least enough for me to notice, I gained enough weight that I don’t fit into my favorite Old Navy jeans anymore, and I’m seeing a real need for Botox on my forehead. Maybe I’m overly vain, but I feel OLD.

Adding to this is the fact that I’ve got a 2nd grader, a 1st grader, and a Pre-K child. Nothing like seeing children grow up before my eyes to make me feel pre-historic.

So anyway, back to my friend. He’s 8 years older than I and reminded me he was in pratically the very same place when he was my age. It didn’t help, but I appreciate his efforts. I did a little shopping therapy this afternoon and it did help. Target is good for the soul!

5:06 pm
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July 26, 2003

No, it’s not the scrubbing of the toilet, which I just completed. Since my birthday is just a mere 2 days away, my mom is making dinner for me. And blueberry cobbler for dessert. The siblings are coming over as well. My father already stopped by and gave me a petite Lenox crystal vase. Cute lil thing. Hopefully the siblings will gift me with giftcards. A true sign of how old and boring I am - I want gift cards so that I can buy clothes for work.

Sigh.

2:51 pm
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July 24, 2003

This work business is quite the major adjustment. I never realized how major. I am just whipped every night when I get home. BEAT. And back up at 6am. UGH. I’m skimming emails, I’m not reading most of my blog reads, and feeling like I’m neglecting everything and everyone in the house because I’m so tired.

Wah fuckin’ wah for me.

9:19 pm
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July 23, 2003

I turned off my resume in Monster.com tonight. And my email searches. Cause I really, really, really, like my job. So far, I’ve not met a single fucktard in my office. This pleases me.

9:36 pm
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July 21, 2003

I couldn’t believe how tired I was this morning when that damn alarm went off. I’m not used to getting up since school is out. And even when school was in session, “getting up” consisted of staying in my jammies, throwing some cereal at the kids, and sleeping with one eye open on the couch til carpool picked them up.

I spent the morning in a training session. Yawning. Trying to stay away. At least I had internet access. Got the tour around the office, introduced here and there, saw my cubicle, met my computer, etc. I spent the day watching someone else do his job so I could learn how to do mine, which as you can imagine, was tres exciting.

Ate lunch by myself. Poor new girl with no friends yet!

Found out my office dress code is “Florida business casual” which translates into no jeans or capris, except on casual Fridays, but ANY sandal is cool as long as it’s not a pair of flip flops. This makes me very happy. I was dreading wearing heels, or worse yet, buying a bunch of shoes I would only wear for work.

Drive home was awful - over a freaking hour in hellish traffic. Rushed thru dinner and now I’m going to soak in the hot tub for a bit. Rinse, repeat, and do it all again tomorrow.

8:19 pm
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July 17, 2003

I should be packing my clothes for the weekend.

I should be packing the crapload of scrapbooking crap I’m bringing with me this weekend.

I should be cleaning the house so I feel no guilt this weekend.

I should be doing laundry so that I have clothes to pack.

I should be folding the huge pile of (now clean) laundry the girls brought home from camp.

I should be doing all of this and more, but I’m sitting on my ass reading Fried Green Tomatoes and eating Thin Mints. I’m so excited about leaving this weekend I don’t give a crap! A weekend away with one of my favorite girlies, cropping, stamping, gossiping….no children, no cooking! Whee!

3:17 pm
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July 15, 2003

Am I a bad mother? My girls have been at camp since Sunday (overnight camp - first time - a huge deal) and I don’t miss them. Not one bit! Their brother on the other hand, is broken hearted. When the UPS man rang my doorbell this morning, the little guy sprinted to the door, screaming, “It’s sissies! It’s sissies!”. Poor guy. The funniest part is that 20 minutes after the girls return he’ll be tormenting them again.

8:05 pm
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July 13, 2003

My girlies are home from camp and it turns out I did miss them - I just didn’t know it ’til I saw their smiling little faces looking at me as soon as I entered their cabin. My littlest jumped into my arms and held on. She says she missed me “a lot” while the older says she only missed me “a little”.

So a few minor bug bites aside, they’ve survived their first time away from home, and perhaps more importantly, away from air conditioning & TV! I did have to ask why the bar of soap was unopened and elder girl child claims she thought it was a box of batteries, so they used shampoo to wash themselves. Uhh….ok. Might need a bleach rinse off tonight for those two!

5:58 pm
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