Sad and Happy

I heard this song on my brand new Sirius radio driving home from work today and I burst into tears.  My windows aren't tinted yet so I'm sure the people driving next to me were thinking "YIKES!  Traffic isn't THAT bad, lady.  Get a grip!" 
Anyway, I heard this song and I have to say...if these country artists are going to continue using my life as inspiration, I'm going to have to start demanding some sort of compensation.  I know I'm inspiring and all but this isn't QUITE what I meant when I said that I want people to sing my praises...
Enjoy!
Rose Falcon (Sorry, there's no video.  But the lyrics are AH-MA-ZING.  And oh so true...for me at least.)
And just because I love her...I saw this video at orientation last week.  Hilarious.  Love me some Ellen :o)

If you don't want to watch the whole thing, please at least watch minute 4:52 and beyond.  I really just wanna be her friend!  And race her in a mini go cart....Best. Day. Ever!

Toberson's December Vacation

I've decided that Toby will never, ever, ever take another vacation from me again.  I'm so grateful my Mom offered to watch him while I adjust to work at JCP but it is WAY too lonely without him and I do not like it one bit.

I do, however, take great pleasure in the daily updates (because a 6 year old Yorkie is so busy and obviously requires daily updates...Dear Lord, how will I act with human children??) 

I laughed out loud when my Mom called me yesterday to say "I think there is something wrong with your dog.  He slept under the bed all night, has ignored me all day and literally leaves the room whenever I walk in."

My response?  "Mom, I love him but there's nothing wrong with my dog.  He's just an ass." :o)  

I know EXACTLY how my Mom feels.  Dogs are supposed to love you to the point of annoyance and 7 times out of 10, I have to pick Toby up off his comfy spot on the couch and make him cuddle with me!  (There seems to be a running theme in my life with men/boys, human or not, in general.  GEEZ.) 

That being said, it's been 6 years so at this point, Bugs and I accept each other for who we are.  Below are the  texts I've received while Toby is "vacationing" in Chicago.  Seriously, never again.  I can't wait to see him! 

 

From my sister right before I boarded the plane to come back home.  I was 2.5 seconds from turning around.  STILL NOT FUNNY KATE!  (And she sent the picture the same exact minute I sent the last text...go figure.)

Mom's caption:  He likes laying in the sun. 

My response:  He's aiming to be blonde.

 

Mom's caption: He had a hard day!

 

Caption:  Hi Mom!  Hope you had a good first day at work!

 

In my next life, maybe I can be a spoiled Yorkie who's super cute and very loved???



Faith

It amazes (and exhuasts) me at how some areas of life can make me so happy and some can make me so sad and frustrated...all at the same time.  Parts of my life are perfect.  Other parts, not so much. 
I think it's safe to say I'm having a bit of post-injury depression which the doctor did say could happen.  (I laughed when he said that...I guess the joke is actually on me.)  It's no secret that if I could get a do-over for the past 3 months, I would take it in half a heartbeat.  I haven't liked myself much (and from what I've heard, seen and felt, a lot of people feel the same way...not a guilt trip people.  Just stating facts.)
Luckily, I have a new job I am throwing myself into and it forces me to put on a happy face.  For the minutes I actually do have to think, I try to remind myself of the words below.  I hope these will help ya'll on your bad days too...and I apologize if these are repeats. :o)

 

**Just so you get it...I guess I should tell ya'll that this time of year is always a bit hard for me.  Every guy I have fallen in love with the past 5 years has always fallen in love with someone else and for whatever reason, I'm just painfully aware of it lately.

I'm the female version of Good Luck Chuck and I don't mean that to be funny.

I fall and I get hurt.  Every. Single. Time.  (If we're being specific, it's been about 5 times since 2007. I'm very much inclined to think something is wrong with me.)  I've met families, bonded with sisters, been asked to spend holidays with them and after all that, someone cuter, quirkier and probably shorter has introduced herself.  I'm thrilled that I'm so replaceable.  While I realize that finding love seems as easy as counting 1,2,3; please do me a favor and hug your loved spouse a bit harder tonight.  Life is not easy for us single girls out here.  Especially me.   

I know I said this will be a "single girl" blog but please forgive me for changing direction.  I have no idea where I'm going but I hope you'll stay with me on the journey.  If not, thank you for staying with me this far! Xoxo   

Tidbits from the New Girl at the Office

Once you work somewhere for a while, you kinda forget what made you nervous and scared and happy about being the new person.  Every time I tell a co-worker one of these things, he or she cracks up.  So hopefully, you find this stuff as funny as they do. :o)
**We need to color code the different departments.  Why?  Because I spent 20 minutes wandering around the IT deparment on Wednesday looking for my desk.  Don't worry, I have yet to be late.  THANKFULLY, I'm at the office about 20 minutes before I need to be there.  But when I get to my desk all frazzled, people question me.  I have NO business being in IT.  NONE!
**I love the way heels make me feel.  They make my outfits look better, I carry myself better and I feel pretty.  By the time I get to the cafeteria for lunch in this massive office, I want to put on my slipper socks.  Heels are not my friend at JCP. 
**I sat in a vendor meeting on Tuesday.  I'm 99% sure I was grinning ear to ear the entire time because I've just missed vendor meetings.  I've missed the product, the connection, the importance I feel in the vendor wanting my opinion.  It was so much fun!  I hope I never lose that feeling.  Ever.
**I've always had a badge or some sort of identification at work.  At JCP, you actually have to wear these said IDs.  I seriously thought I had amnesia or short term memory loss when this girl walked up to me and started talking about JCP when I was at Target after work yesterday.  Turns out, I still had my badge attached to my pants and she wanted to tell me how awesome the Skillman store was.  Ha!
**We don't have a dress code at work.  In some ways, it feels like high school.  Every single day, there are people who are dressed down, people who are dressed up and I always feel out of place!  It's gonna take a minute for me to get used to this.  I hate feeling over and under dressed so my mornings are now spent in front of my closet deciding what will make me feel good, rather than sleeping in.  The life of an adult...when I went into the office today, my co-worker said I always look so cute.  I said "Thank God!  This is the 4th outfit I put on this morning!"

Change

I don't deal well with change.  Much to my dismay, I am a creature of habit.  If I'm in the habit of cooking, I'll cook every night.  If I'm in the habit of drinking wine, I will do so every night.  If I date, I date a lot.  Same for working out and so on.   I'm kinda an all or nothing girl (who knew??)
I'm happy and thrilled to say one official week in the injections seem to be doing what they're supposed to.  I'm still getting a few spasms and moving cautiously but everything has been much easier to handle, even the plane ride to my parent's house (which, I won't lie, I was really apprehensive about.)
What I will not lie about is that I'm a nervous wreck.  My mom made a comment last night that I "seem to be going through the wine" which, trust me, I HATE, but given the past few months of my life and the changes on the horizon, I'm a bundle of nerves.
I think it's funny where life does take you.  In my interview with Penney's, my new boss asked me the most surprising thing about my career.  My answer was "the fact that I have one."  (I don't do fake answers in interviews.)  My point was that growing up, I thought I'd have the 2.5 kids, husband and white picket fence by now.  I don't and I'm okay with that.  Never in this life did I think I'd have a career, let alone a GOOD one! 
I'm grateful for my family's support and no joke, it almost brings me to tears when they don't act surprised I landed a great job with a huge company.  They've always had more faith in me than I do but I kinda prefer for it to be that way.
I wish this was a more exciting post but this is really just what's going on in my head and my life!  I've decided to leave Toby with my Mom for the few weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas because I'll be nuts with the new job and I think he'd be thrilled to spend some time with "Grandma!"
I hope ya'll had a fabulous Thanksgiving and just in case I don't write for a while, I hope you have an amazing Christmas!!!

Nerves

Nerve Wracking Blessings.  That's what I'm calling these next few weeks. 
This friday I'm getting a few injections in my lower back joints as a final non-invasive attempt to alleviate the pain I've had for the past 12 1/2 WEEKS.  Both a welcome and terrifying procedure.  Welcomed by the family and friends who are beyond sick of hearing about my back pain so they've all taken 2-20 steps back from my life (I don't blame them, I haven't really liked myself much the past 3 months) and terrified by me who has to be injected by needles so big they have to put me under.  EEK.
If you know me, you know I have a fear of needles.  And even if you don't know me, you now know because I just told you.  SERIOUS FEAR.  When I was 10, it took my mother, 3 nurses and my doctor to hold me down for some sort of shot because someone let me see the needle.  To this day, I tell every doctor and nurse no matter what, just DON'T let me see the needle.
Again, I'll be sedated for this procedure but I know what happens.  And my biggest fear is I won't be sedated enough and I'll feel something.  UGH.  Can it be Friday already?  Preferably around 11am or so when I'm comfortably (maybe) sleeping off the sedative on my couch??  One of my bffs Kristen is taking me for the shots (I owe her my life and am beyond grateful she volunteered so I don't have to take a cab!) and my Dad is driving up Saturday morning to help me over the weekend.  I'm a lucky, lucky girl.
Now for the other nerve wracking blessing...the new job.  I am SO grateful I got this position.  And I'm grateful for the transition time I've had.  (I resigned last week and my last day at TM is a week from today.) 
But I'm scared to death.  What if I'm horrible??  What if I have no idea what I'm doing and they think they made a huge mistake???  I won't lie; the past 2 jobs I've had have included a nightmare of a boss.  All situations were taken care of but I don't want to go through all that again.  It's exhausting.  And extremely taxing on one's self esteem.
I have worked so hard the past 2 1/2 years to get where I am at Tuesday Morning.  Not only professionally, but socially.  Comfort doesn't come in a week or even a month or maybe even a year.  I've worked with the same people for at least the past 6 months and we all have our levels of comfort.  We know each other.  We understand how we all operate.  It's comforting. 
I know I won't have that right away and that scares me.  Today I was asking my co-workers how long I need to give my new co-workers until I act like "me."  They said 3 months.  DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG THAT IS TO ACT NORMAL?!?!
Good grief.  This is gonna be interesting ya'll...that's all I have to say.

Happy Hump Day!!

Friday Confessions

 

**I apologize for not informing ya'll but I'm not sure how much attention I wanted to give this transition.  It's very bittersweet, but I resigned from my job this week.  On Monday I accepted a new position as an Assistant Buyer of Fine Jewelry at JCPenney.  While I'm very excited and nervous for the new challenges ahead of me, I am so sad to leave a team of people I love so much.  I have faith I'm making the right decision but that doesn't necessarily make it any easier.

 

**I just realized this is my last Friday at Tuesday Morning.  I'll be out next Friday for my back injections and the week after that we're all off for Thanksgiving.  I guess it's a perk that our system is closing down at 3 and we're going to happy hour!  Best last Friday ever.

 

**For whatever reason, a lot of people who have resigned here haven't always told people where they're going.  I couldn't (and still can't) figure this out for the life of me.  Since I was nervous there was an obvious reason I was just missing I started googling "reasons not to say...".  The FIRST thing that popped up was "reasons not to say YOLO."  Seriously?!?  I choked on my water and told everyone I know who would appreciate it. 

 

**I don't know if it's the time change or the pending weather change but I have been SO tired this week.  I'm going to blame it on the time change and pray I'm not becoming an old person who soon has to make dinner reservations at 5:30 because I can't stay up past 9:00.

 

**I try very hard not to judge people.  Yesterday, I could help it.  There was a man in the waiting room at the pain management dr's office who you could tell was just a bit "off."  I felt bad for him until he sat next to me and physically tried to turn my head to look at the stitches in his knee after I POLITELY refused.  The staff made him wait in the hall.  I wanted to ask for a free appointment but I had a feeling that wouldn't fly.

 

**I can't take Alleve for the next week due to my back injections and that almost scares me more than the injections themselves.  The doctor said I could take Tylenol but for me, that's a useless drug.  I'm trying to focus on the fact he said I could drink as much wine as I want.  I asked for a prescription so I could bring some to work and he actually laughed.  No one laughs at my jokes!  I think I may love him. 

 

I hope ya'll have a fabulous weekend!  I have a co-workers wedding tomorrow and I'm hoping the fact that I'll be wearing heels won't kill me.  I'm sorry but flats and a cocktail-ish dress isn't something I'll ever do, I don't care how much pain I'm in!  

Election Day

Moral of the Commercial:  The world would be a better place with dance-offs.


Peace and Paws Dog Rescue
 



Happy Post

I haven't really kept my word about looking on the bright side of things in memory of those we've lost too soon.  I'm not going to lie, the last few weeks have been a bit dim.  Nothing to complain about in the grand scheme of things but nothing to write about either.  So in hopes of turning my luck around, I'm going to try really hard to focus on the positive. 
Here we go...
**I am beyond impressed with my sisters' and mother's attitude during the Hurricane Sandy debacle.  They didn't have power for DAYS (Mom happened to be visiting family during this storm so yes, we need to talk about her travel timing) but every time I was able to talk to them, they never complained.  I'm not saying they're dirty, but if I go for more than 24 hours without a shower, you might as well just lock me in a closet and let me throw my tantrum.  I'm in serious awe of how everyone pulled together and made the best of a bad situation.
**After my eye exam at the mall this morning (isn't that convienent?!), I stopped at H&M.  I didn't know I was walking into a war zone!  A mother/daughter duo was having quite the disagreement on a sweater/dress and after one pair of opaque tights and a properly fitted skirt I was called a "hero."  (I should probably mention I have the same sweater/dress in my closet...)
**The main thing I love about Texas is the people.  My allergies were killing me the other day and I was at Target. A lady with 2 kids in her cart heard me sniffling and clearing my throat.  She took the Claritin she hadn't paid for yet, ripped open the box and gave me one.  She said if didn't work to let her know because she just came from a doctor's appointment who recommended it.  I laughed and said I'd be happy to be her guinea pig.  Strange, yes, but if the situation were reversed, I'd do the same thing.
**Due to some injections I got this week (that I will never EVER EVER get again) I've been extremely grateful for leggings, stretchy pants and very loose fitting tops.  This injury has made me humble.  I will never judge anyone who has a scooter.  I'm not gonna lie, this morning, I was actually a little bit jealous of those scooter riding mall goers.

**It's quite obvious to me that soon after someone attempts to date me, they meet the person they're actually supposed to be with.  Some would see this as depressing, I (sometimes) see this as putting in my time.  I have high hopes that one day when Cam Gigandet realizes I'm alive, he'll  knock on my door...

with child and all!  Don't you worry, all ya'll will all be invited to the wedding. 

**Clearly I'm kidding :o)  I wouldn't ever let this man near my beautiful family and friends!! 

I hope ya'll are having a wonderful weekend!! 

      

Friday Confessions

**This morning I noticed my waistline was a bit...thicker than normal.  I knew swelling was a potentional side effect from the injections I got yesterday but what I DIDN'T think about was the fact that my jeans wouldn't be able to button.  Thank you Lord for elastisized leggings and roomy tops!

**If my nails aren't painted, I tend to bite them.  Therefore they need to be pretty 24/7.  As a result of last night's pathetic attempt, I am sporting the world's worst excuse of a manicure today.  I'm embarrassed.  But not embarrassed enough to pick the polish off. 

**Last week I went home to find the tail end of all time classic movie on tv.  I was so distraught I missed it (and didn't record it) that I ordered the DVD from amazon.com.  That's right people..I am now the proud owner of this 1989 classic:

Be jealous. :o)

**I have been on a mission to find the perfect black boots for winter.  The ones I currently have  always fall down my leg and I look ridiculous.  I have super skinny calves (it's real attractive, lemme tell ya) but since I don't want to spend an arm and a leg, both my calves and my budget have made this quite the impossible task.  Anyone have any ideas where I could look??  I've tried DSW and Zappos but I do prefer to try them on before I buy them...

I hope ya'll have a fabulous weekend!!  Happy Fall Back :o) (Don't forget to change your clocks tomorrow night!)

Rant

I realize things could (and can) always be worse.  No matter the situation, whenever I've been in pain, sick or depressed, my parents have always said "it could always be worse." Yes, that's true.  And don't take that the wrong way...my parents are two of the most loving people alive.  But they believe in keeping things in perspective which unfortunately, sometimes, makes me want to break something.
Now is one of those times.  Please note, I realize most of the Northern East Coast is still without power after Hurricane Sandy.  I also realize I have a lot of family and friends I was worried about only a few short days ago.  So yes, I do realize things could be worse.
Life is life and there's always crap to deal with.
In terms of my current injury, I've surpassed my limit of tolerance.  Today I got trigger point injections and while I should be at happy hour with the allocation team, I'm instead laying on ice on my couch because I can't even put pressure on my left side (where the injections were.)  I did call a pain management doctor today because again, I'm beyond over and done with this situation.    
For the past two months, I haven't had a life.  I didn't celebrate my birthday this year and if you know me, you probably just fell out of your chair.
I don't want to get out of  bed in the morning.  I do because I have a job and I'm grateful.  I don't want to socialize; if I do, it's usually short lived and last minute. I spend most of my nights in the fetal position on my couch or in my bed.  I drink at least two glasses of wine every night.  I've become more self absorbed than I can stand.  (Case in point...most of my family is without power after dealing with Sandy and here I am blogging about my back pain.)  If I sleep more than 3 hours straight at a time, it's a good night.  I'm constantly exhausted.  I want to scream and cry because I'm single and 31 and my time outside of work should be fun and enjoyable.  Instead, when I can't stand being home any longer, I put on a happy face and count down the minutes until I can reclaim the fetal position because even though I'm hurting, it makes me happy to see friends happy to see me. (Self indulgent much?)  I'm SICK of people judging me and looking at me after I've explained my injury with an expression of "what's the big deal?"
Granted, the reason why this is so frustrating is because I do have good minutes.  Hours, even.  But days?  No.
Have ya'll ever dealt with a situation like this?  How did you overcome it?   

Friday Confessions

**I'm very disappointed in myself for not writing this week.  There just really hasn't been much to write about.  I apologize and I promise I will try to be more interesting.
**I'm ridiculously excited for my hair appointment on Wednesday.  I've had the same hair style since 2003 and I think it may be time for a change (duh)...nothing super dramatic but I really like these styles (kinda what I already have; just shorter layers.)  If anyone would like to come over and style it for me every morning, that'd be GREAT!

*This is my fav I think

**This is the first year I don't have any Halloween plans and it scares me to say I'm okay with that.  I'm really not ready to be a boring grown up.

**Toby has been mad at me since I made him get his hair cut on Tuesday and it's starting to hurt my feelings.  Seriously, who gets upset because their dog doesn't want to cuddle with them?

**We Texans FINALLY got a cold front!  I'm probably the only person in Dallas who has her windows open right now but I love cuddling with a blanket and good movie or book (nevermind the absent dog.)

**I got my first Birchbox today!  I can't wait to try the samples :o).  Oh, the joys of being a girl!

I hope ya'll have a  fabulous weekend!  Happy Halloween :o)

These are my confessions...

**Last night I woke up at 1:14 BECAUSE I WAS SLEEP TALKING.  That's right.  I woke myself up.  I don't know whether to be embarrassed or impressed because if you know me, then you know it is NOT easy to get me out of a deep slumber...or any slumber for that matter.

**I'm making this recipe tonight and I'm slightly nervous/excited.  This is my life people.  Excitement over a recipe.  I want my life back.  Like yesterday. #hurryuprecovery

**This morning my back was feeling pretty good so I was thinking about taking Toby for a nice long walk after work.  On my way to the office, I had to pull over twice because I kept getting spasms and my right leg started to go numb (that's a new one.)  The Lord has spoken...quite dramatically if you ask me. He couldn't have waited till I was at my desk??  So, no walk.  Poor Bugs :o(

**I went to the mall after work one day to buy some jeans I've had my eye on for a while.  I was ridiculously proud of myself for walking out of the mall with nothing else.  It's the little things.

**I am absolutely horrible at commenting back on this blog.  I usually read the e-mail I get on my phone in the middle of doing something else and I forget to reply.  I'm so sorry.  Please don't be offended!  I'll get better, I promise!

**I desperately want to take a bath.  But there may have been a slight episode with getting in and out of the tub a few weeks ago that makes me a bit nervous to try it again.  Maybe I'll bathe in my bathing suit just in case I have to call in reinforcements...I need a reality show.  Seriously.

That's really all I have ya'll.  I hope you have a fabulous weekend! :o) 

Happy Thursday

This week hasn't been good, or bad, just kinda blah.  So instead of listing the good things (because honestly nothing sticks out in my mind right now) these are the things that have put a smile on my face every day.  Enjoy!!


via pin2fun55.blogspot.com


A classic.


How did this happen???


Omg.

Confessional Friday

 

**The other night I had a dream about the perfect pants.  I don't know if the Fashion Gods are trying to tell me something or if that simply means I've been shopping too much.  (Is there such thing as shopping too much?  I think not.)

**I woke up this morning and started laughing due to the fact that my alarm literally startled Sissy off her high perch of pillows.  She just looked up at me with a confused look on her face then started wagging her tail.  Sweet girl.  Cracked. Me. Up.

**I am SICK of the Gangham Style song.  The radio has killed it for me.  It's not even in English!  Stop playing it!  Please, I beg you.

**As of late, I have become obsessed with beauty products.  I frequent Ulta as much as Chik-Fil-A! (Read: 1-2 times a week.)  I'm not kidding when I  say since I've only been to Ulta once this week, I'm trying to figure out if I can squeeze in a quick trip before my parents arrive tonight.  #seriousshopper

**This week I discovered TBS is running The Nanny reruns at 9 pm.  This makes me ridiculously happy.  Love me some Fran Fine, Maxwell Sheffield and oh, Niles.  Dear, sweet Niles.  :o)

**Whenever I go to the wine store, I never like the new wine I picked because I picked the pretty bottle, not the recommended bottle.  I will never learn. 

Happy Friday people!

Blessings

So many times (if not ALL the time) we, as a whole, focus on the negative rather than the positive.  It's a sad reality.  We're told not to feel sorry for ourselves, to be strong, to be positive but at 31 years old, I don't think I've ever been asked "what's right?" as opposed to "what's wrong?"  In fact, the question "what's right" just sounds odd.
Yesterday, I watched the live stream of Matt Turner's funeral.  Is it weird since I've never even met him?  Or his wife?  Or anyone who personally knows him?  Yes, it is.  But my heart literally aches for the Turner family and I, more than anything, wanted to see how Julee was.
To say his eulogies were heartwarming doesn't explain it.  To see Julee made me feel better.  She looked peaceful.  It's clear how well liked Matt was and you could tell she was proud to be called the love of his life.  He was only a year older than me...for a man his age to have such a positive impact on others makes me want to be a better person. 
SO, IN LIGHT of Matt Turner's passing, I'm going to dedicate one post a week to what's right in my life, rather than what's wrong.  In his honor, for those who have loved him, and for others who have passed much too soon,  I am going to make a bullet list of the good that has happened that week rather than the bad. 
Please join me!  On facebook, on your own blog, on twitter, whatever.  It can be silly stuff, serious stuff, it doesn't matter.  Let's focus on the good rather than the bad.  I'll start...
**I saved $25 at Tom Thumb yesterday.  That's a new shirt!
**I donated to 3 different animal shelters this week.  I love that I can help in different ways.
**I cooked for the first time since my "accident!!"  French Onion Soup was the perfect choice :o)
**Cold weather is great for my back.  Humidity is not, but I'll take humidity over 100 degrees any day!
**My friend Andrea had a baby girl yesterday.  I LOVE having all these babies to spoil!!
**We had potluck at work today and I like that 25 of us can sit and visit. "My" team is awesome.
**People at work are always asking me how I'm doing.  It warms my heart that people care. 
**I've laughed every single day this week.
**My boss trusted me with her credit card today (for the potluck.)  We joke a lot but it feels great to be trusted.  (Especially since the Galleria is right down the street!)
**Sissy is wagging her tail and acting like a dog.  She's even barked once or twice.  Melts. My. Heart.
**I truly love that I can talk to my sisters and my bff (who all live out of state) like I saw them yesterday.
**Matt's funeral makes me want to leave notes for my loved ones in case something happens.  It's a terrible thought but to see the peace on Julee's face (since Matt left notes to her and his mom) may make it my weekend project soon. 

What good has happened to you this week?  What have you done?  What has someone done for you?

**If this becomes popular, I'll create a linky thing.  If not, that's okay.  I'm still gonna do the once a week post!

I've aged 25 years

This morning I woke up to find this on Facebook:

Long story short...this would be a picture of the sweet, very scared and timid foster I had over the weekend.  She was at her new foster's house and bolted.  If you've never dealt with it, this situation is  horrible and scary for all involved.  After a few long hours, I got a phone call that THANKFULLY someone found her and brought her to the local animal shelter.  The foster coordinator asked if I would keep Sissy for the week while her permanent foster gets settled in a new place. 

Uhm duh.  If they hadn't asked me to watch her, I would have insisted on seeing her in person anyway just to make me feel better. 

This is Sissy now:

At the shelter after pickup.  Poor girl was overwhelmed.

Went right to "her" corner when we got home. 

I'd like to think this is her "you mean I can keep all this stuff if I don't run away??" face

Obviously, she's thinking about her actions. 

Paws in the City, the group I foster with, has gone above and beyond to make sure I am comfortable with whatever foster dog I have.  Sissy's permanent foster actually helped me when Peanut (the chichuahua) couldn't handle my work schedule.  Needless to say, I am MORE than happy to give this girl a safe haven for the next few days. :o)
Thank you Lord for small miracles!!
**And yes, I am making light of what could have been a serious situation.  Forgive me if it seems insensitive.  I am simply relieved and overjoyed to have Sissy back under my roof, safe and happy. 

**Also, please keep Julee and Preslee Turner in your prayers.  Matt's funeral is tomorrow.  If you'd like to keep up with the Turners, this is their blog: http://mattandjuleeturner.blogspot.com/

Life is Fragile

There are many things I don't understand.  (Clearly that's another post for another day.)
Last night, a woman I've never met lost her husband in a car accident. 
I've followed Julee Turner's blog for years as I was inspired by her positive attitude during her struggle with infertility.  As corny as it sounds, I felt that I related to her because at a time when all her friends were having babies, mine were getting married.  It's hard to put on a happy face when you would do anything to be able to share in a loved one's joy on a personal level.  It's silly to think my wish for a significant other could compare to those who wish for a child but it is what it is.
Our wishes weren't in the cards for either of us at the time and her attitude really helped me whenever I started to feel sorry for myself.  On a happy note, Matt and Julee welcome Preslee Bell last November.
Last night, Matt Turner was killed in a car accident.
My heart hurts for them and I'm asking for your prayers.  Pray for Matt's family.  Pray for his loved ones.
For the life of me, I will never understand why a man who wanted a child so badly would be taken from them so early.
I trust in His timing and His lessons but for right now, I'm sad and angry.
In Matt's memory, please hug your loved ones a little harder tonight.  Put the petty, stupid arguments in perspective.  Smile at the things that make you happy.  Call someone you haven't talked to in a while.  Fight to be a better version of yourself every minute of every day.
I pray for Julee, I pray for Preslee and I pray that one day God will make sense of this tragedy.  I know how much I cherish the moments with those I love and I hope you do the same.
Bless this family, bless their friends and Lord, please carry them through this journey.      

Confessional Friday

(Cue the Usher theme song) It's that time peeps so let's get this party going!  I know I'm a bit late but every girl is entitled to a fashionable entrance, right?

**I'm going to state the obvious...this back injury sucks.  Note to others: if you don't have back pain, you don't have the right to judge.  End of story.  And yes, I will  be a bitch about it.  I wouldn't wish these past 6 weeks on anyone and I think it's amazing what a bit sympathy and kindness can do for a person in pain.  I'm blessed with an amazing family and some great friends, but this whole debacle has really highlighted who I can and can't count on.  

**I have a 4 legged weekend guest and while I'm excited, this one is different than the others.  She's been at the vet getting treated for heartworms and her permanent foster is moving this weekend so couldn't take her.  This girl breaks my heart because I know she's scared.  Her favorite place in the house is the corner of my kitchen.  I did get a tail wag earlier so I'm hopeful but it breaks my heart that she shakes every time I pet her.  Sometimes all it takes is a scared individual to put aside your own drama and focus on something more meaningful. 

**I microwaved a Market Pantry Chicken Lasagna for dinner tonight and threw it away because it tasted like chemicals.  I hate to waste food!  But I did what any other 31 year old woman would do...I made an English muffin with cream cheese and baked Doritos, my favorite childhood snack.  YUM!
 
**I'm beyond bored with my life.  I go to work, I go to physical therapy and I go home.  I'm starting to get out a bit but I miss having something to look forward to.  This girl needs a party to plan, a man to crush on or something else exciting because I can only buy so many shoes online or dresses at Target to help fulfill the happiness gene.  (Granted I love all my purchases and I can't wait to wear them but my closet can only hold so much and I'd really rather have something to wear them FOR!)

**The weatherman said it's going to be 55 degrees here tomorrow and I dusted off my Uggs the second I heard "cold front" 3 days ago.  I CAN. NOT. WAIT.  I have 3 outfit options.   

**The WVU vs Texas game is tomorrow and I feel like a loser for not having plans.  (Everything these days is on a whim due to the aforementioned back pain)  The good news is I have 3 jerseys...one for Bugs, one for foster pup and of course, one for me :o)  Go 'EERS!!!

I hope ya'll have a fabulous weekend!  If you do anything fun, please tell me so I can live vicariously through you :o)

Monday Tidbits

**We FINALLY got a rainy weekend!! Seems weird I wanted one but sometimes you just need a Saturday on the couch cheering on your college team with the sound of rain outside your window. Now if only it was cold...
**I'm getting a VERY TEMPORARY foster this weekend! Her foster mom is moving and can't take her until next week. The poor little girl is getting treated for heartworms right now so she has to stay calm and quiet which uhm, duh, is perfect for me. YAY for four legged house guests!
**The Mountaineers are coming to Texas this weekend and I'm incredibly sad I won't be there to welcome them. My nickname in college was Texas or Texas Jen (with a TJ thrown in there every so often.) This is tragic people...Texas/TJ/Texas Jen won't be there to welcome the team to Texas?? It's just not right.
 **I'm hiring a cleaning lady and I feel extremely adult about it. Just thinking about coming home to spotless house after a long day puts a smile on my face. What's happening to me??
**I'm quickly becoming somone I don't like...I post multiple times a day on facebook (ew), I focus on my injury way too much and in general, I just feel very unlikeable and annoying.  I HATE that feeling with a passion.
So I made a deal with myself...anytime I want post on Fb, I'll do something else.  No one needs to know every single thought that goes through my head at all hours of the day.  Anytime someone asks how I'm doing, I'll keep it short or simply say "I tired of talking about it, what else have ya got??"  I think I may start hosting wine/game nights at my house too.  I just don't want to spend another weekend alone.  It's boring, not fun and I'm SO tired of being bored.  A girl can only shop online for so long, ya know??  (Yes, I really just said that.)

Happy Monday people.  I hope ya'll have a fabulous week!

The Weekend

Sorry I've been MIA friends.  My Mom came down last Wednesday to help with things and give me some TLC.  I don't care how old I get, a Mom-made home cooked meal will always make me feel better!  My Dad drove in on Friday so Bugs and I had a good, parental filled weekend.
My Mom got to meet my physical therapist Friday morning and get her insight, which is good, because Saturday I was down and out for the count.  Back spasms all over the place.  I'm kinda glad my parents got to see how much pain I'm in sometimes but I'm sad I slept most of the one afternoon they both were here!  Back pain knows no boundaries...
On the bright side, I did wake up to a newly painted downstairs wall (thank you Daddy!!), fully stocked fridge and dinner in the oven (thank you Momma!!)  Love. My. Parents.
It was a good weekend and I'm so grateful for my family.  I think I've talked to at least one family member since my "accident," whether it be my parents, my sisters, my Granny or my Aunts and Uncles.  We may be all over the country but I know if I called and asked any of them to come help me, they'd be there.  There are no words to describe how comforting that is. 
Now, of course, with a new post, comes a new dilemma. 
This is serious. 
My shoes are mocking me. 
99% of the pairs I own are heels.  (Nevermind the fact I'm 5' 8 1/2" and self conscious about my height. Details people.) Obviously, I can't wear these said shoes.  Lucky for me, it's 2012 and I can shop for flats from the comforts of my own couch, on ice and with wine.  Done, done and DONE.
I bought these gems yesterday:    

Sam Edelman Beatrix Flats

Today I decided I needed "Yay, my back is cured and I can wear heels again!!" shoes so I got these:

Studded Peep Toe Heels

I love them! (And to be fair, I've had my eye on them for a while.  I just needed a good reason to buy them.)

If ya'll know of any good place to buy flats, please share!  I am quite desperate and don't want to spend a ton of money.  Plus, I just don't have the same love for flats as I do heels. (Now boots...boots is a different story.)  But all the same, please let me know of any favorites you may have that will help me through the next 5-6 weeks! 

I hope ya'll are having a fabulous week. Happy Wine Wednesday :o) 

To those who have been there for me throughout this latest physical crisis: from the bottom of my heart, thank you.  Thank you for checking on me, thank you for caring, thank you for offering to bring me meals, thank you for offering to sit with me even when I wanted no one there.  THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOU.
I know life gets busy. And we all have our own stuff going on.  I haven't been much of a daughter, sister or friend lately.  The past few weeks have been a lesson to appreciate those who care, accept those who don't and get the hell out of bed no matter how much pain you're in physically, emotionally or mentally because the only one suffering if you don't is yourself. 
I don't think I'm  a tough person but I do think I'm strong person and yes, there is a difference.  I won't ask for help when I need it but I expect those who care about me to offer it.  There is nothing simple about me but yet people love me anyway.  Thank you to those who do.  I don't know how you do it, but I appreciate it more than I can say.    

9/11

Anything I say won't do this day justice.  So I leave you with an image and hope you are remembering those we lost and hugging those you love a little tighter today.

Monday, Fun---, Well...Monday

How was ya'lls weekend?
I'm thinking of switching around my couches because I'm pretty sure one of them has a permanent butt indentation on it.  But the thought of moving furniture is about as likely as a snowstorm in Dallas tomorrow so I'll settle for just flipping the cushions.  Yay for easy fixes!
First and (most importantly to me) I have the best doctor in the world.  Not only did the rehab facility call to schedule my assessment when my doctor said they would but her assistant PICKED UP THE PHONE today when I called because she recognized my number and was concerned.  Uhmm... I LOVE THESE TWO.  They also called me back later with a referral to an orthepedic surgeon.  My appointment is Thursday at 8:30.  If these two brought me wine and well, just wine, I'd call them my new best friends.
Saturday night I was beyond tired of hurting, so I took hydrocodone and was fast asleep by 8 PM.  Livin' the life here, people.  I woke up for good at 5:30 Sunday morning and happily watched Saved By The Bell with Toby until my doorbell rang at 7:30.  Twice.
In a normal circumstance, it's a neighbor or friend who needs something.  In my case, it's a man in a suit.  WITH A BIBLE.  How do you yell at a man carrying a bible about ringing your doorbell at an UNGODLY hour on a very GODLY day???  Simple.  I turned the lock, opened the door, looked at him for 2 seconds, said "no thank you, peace be with you" and went back to bed.  Amateurs.
I started my day shortly after that and stumbled across my new favorite page on facebook.  If you know me, you know I love dogs.  All of them.  This specific rescue page hosts "tips of the day" with two of the most well behaved dogs EVER (name 2 dogs you know personally who would pose with props and whiteboards around their necks.)  HILARIOUS. Among my personal favorites....

On the left is every foster I've ever had and on the right is Toby...

Twinkle had a sweet proposal...below is her response :o)

Laters Baby???  Greatest line ever...FROM A DOG!

My most favorite ever.  Black dog ninja...hahahaha

If you want to join this amazing facebook page, here's the link: Peace and Paws Dog Rescue

Well, crap.

There are two sides to every story right?  On the bright side, I got a diagnosis last night as well as a projected treatment plan all of which are hopefully starting next week.  YAY!!! 
On the not so bright side,  I now owe God my first husband, my first born AND my second born.  (See my last post in case you're confused.)  Do we think  God would settle for a puppy?  Or possibly a Nissan Maxima?  I'm willing to work with him.  Just putting it out there...
Just to gently recap the week...on Tuesday I got a call from a doctor's assistant I never met who told me a doctor I never met reviewed my scan and saw nothing wrong with my back.  To put it mildly, I was not happy.  My doctor was on vacation until Thursday (also not happy to wait that long when I was told I'd know Tuesday) but I called her voicemail on Wednesday anyway and begged her to review the scan herself because I was/am still miserable and if nothing is truly wrong then I need a specialist b/c something isn't right and blah blah blah.
A different assistant called me last night, first to apologize for my mis-diagnosis then to confirm that something was actually seen on my MRI.  Uhm, hello? You had me at mis-diagnosis.  MY doctor diagnosed me with trauma lumbar spondylosis.  Here's a link if you want to read more about it!  Basically, my fall accelerated something I probably already had.  Given my history of back pain, I'm willing to bet that's accurate.  The doctor prescribed hydrocodone (SUPER happy about that!) and physical therapy to start with.  I'll try that for 2-3 weeks and if I'm still in pain, we'll go for the cortisone injections.
I'll be honest, I've had the injections before and I plan to convince my physical therapist to let me go ahead and get them.  I'm miserable, I've been down this road before and I'd much rather just get the shots and start on the road to recovery than prolong the experience.  They're not fun (patients are put under and I, personally, am usually out of commission for 1-2 days) but the relief is almost immediate.  And at this point, I would've done them today if I would've been allowed.
So we'll see.  Physically, I'm still a mess and in a lot of pain. I'm supposed to be in Colorado and I'm not and I'm still really upset about that.  But I know it was the best thing for everyone. 
Mentally and emotionally, I'm back to myself.  I'm beyond relieved there's a diagnosis and a treatment plan and while the interim still sucks, I can deal. 
I realize if you don't suffer from back pain then I probably sound like a whiney, wimpy brat who is just looking for sympathy.  I'll tell you the same thing I tell myself when I see those questionable people we get e-mails about at Walmart.  Don't judge.  You don't know what they've been through.  (Although, I stand by my right to say sparkly leggings on someone over 250 pounds is NOT okay.  End of story.)
I hope ya'll have a fabulous weekend.  We Texans are getting a cold front with a high of 88 degrees tomorrow.  (Yes, I'm serious.)  I think after I take my car BACK to the shop tomorrow (don't ask) I may cook some white chicken chili in the crockpot, turn the ac on low and cuddle up with a few ice packs and blankets for a wedding movie marathon. 
Be jealous ya'll.  Be jealous.
Happy Weekend!

This Week

Not much new to report.  I'm not really sleeping and yes, I'm STILL miserable so I'll keep this short and sweet.  THAT'S how much I love ya'll. (A selfish blogger would try to make ya'll miserable too.  Just sayin'...)
*I'm 85% sure I won't be going to my "sister's" wedding this weekend and I'm devastated.  Abby is my best friend's youngest sister whom I've know since I was 13.  She sent me the sweetest text last night and of course, I cried when I read it.  I would do anything to watch her walk down the aisle but back pain and travel don't exactly go hand in hand.  I'm terrified if I get on that plane, I'd be nothing short of miserable all weekend and I believe a bride's day is a bride's day.  I don't want her (or anyone else) to worry about me and how I'm feeling. 
*I think I barely spoke 2 words today.  I didn't fall asleep until 2 am last night and at 12:30 I started bartering with God.  I think I may owe him my first husband, my firstborn and quite possibly my second born too....I kinda forget what the stipulations were though.  I think I was trying for at least 3 hours of sleep and a resolution to this ridiculousness within the next week.  When my alarm went off at 6, I seriously contemplated calling in sick so I could sleep.  But considering that's what I do on weekends these days, I decided to be "normal" and drag my booty to work.  Please don't ask me why I was at Target after work.  I really couldn't remember why I went in the first place.  I left with self tanner and wine.  Win-win.
*Toby escaped when I came home today.  Again.  I can't chase after him and OF COURSE he doesn't come when I use my stern voice (not that I blame him, I wouldn't either) but I was so tired and in so much pain I burst into tears and smacked his butt right there on the street for all the neighbors to see when I finally reached him.  I'm waiting for animal control to come knocking on my door.  And if they don't, I have a shock collar on order.  (Yes, really.)
*I think I just have to accept the fact I have bad ridiculously terrible luck lately.  First, the obvious (I won't say it.)  Second, no wedding.  Third, I walked out to my car today to find a flat tire and the service engine light on.  Fourth, a colleague at work swung her arms during one of her stories and hit me square in the jaw.  I should've gone home.  But I didn't.  And now I have self tanner and wine and I'm going to bed.
So far, not a fan of 31. 
Goodnight!

Back Update

I know, I know.  You're sick and tired of hearing about my most recent physical mishap.  Guess what.  I feel your pain.  Literally.
I went to the chiropractor on Monday.  Of course, I was all sorts of misaligned (duh.)  Well, I started to feel worse shortly after my visit.  On Tuesday, I was in tears and in my back brace all day.  I scheduled a doctor appointment for Wednesday morning where I got X-rays and my own personal pharmacy. Whether or not I take everything, we'll see.  Ya'll know I prefer wine over drugs.
ANYWAY, I took the X-rays right after my appointment and I'm seriously wondering...when did taking an X-ray become comparable to posing for an Olan Mills portrait?!?  The tech was telling me all sorts of stuff.   "A little to the right, now turn your shoulders to the left a bit, head up...hold your breath."  HUH?  I almost smiled a couple times and I KNOW I fixed my hair once or twice.  A girl has to look good, right?   Nevermind the fact that the picture is OF MY SPINE.  Details, people.
Well, the good news...there's no fracture.  The bad news...no one was expecting much from the X-ray anyway.  So now I need an MRI.  At least according to my Mom and my doctor.  I actually just sent an e-mail to my doctor requesting one.  Gotta love technology.
I got to work around 10:30 after my appointment and even after a pain injection, I STILL only lasted till 1:30.  My boss and co-workers kicked me out.  I don't blame them.  But I'm not going to lie, I'm worried.  The pain injection didn't touch me.  And of course, just because I have the BEST timing EVER,  I was sitting in my boss's office yesterday afternoon when I burst into tears.  She wasn't yelling at me and she wasn't being mean.  I'm just overwhelmed at work and adding this situation on top of everything else is just a bit much. 
I like to think I have a higher tolerance than most for back pain but maybe I'm just kidding myself.  I still can't go up and down stairs that well and I cried when the pharmacy texted to tell me my prescriptions were ready only to get there and find out only ONE was ready.  I know they felt bad because they gave me a $15 gift card and free bottle of wine.
I hope ya'll are having a much better week than I am.  This was not how I planned to close out my 30th year of life but what can ya do?  In case I don't get on here beforehand, I hope ya'll have a fabulous holiday weekend!  I'm SO ready for fall!!!

Hunter Hayes "Wanted" (Official Video)

I am OBSESSED with this song.  God Willing, one day, it will be my wedding song.  I could (and do) listen to it all.day.long.

Enjoy!!

Friday Confessions

*I'm cutting myself off from Wine Wednesday.  It's just too easy to rationlize 2-3 glasses because duh, it's Wine Wednesday and the next thing I know, I've had half a bottle and I'm telling my Dad I think I have ghosts...I think I'm gonna try Wine Thursday.  Doesn't have quite the same ring to it as Wine Wednesday.

*I saw a rat on my patio Tuesday night, long tail and all.  Ew, ew, EW!!  I always knew they were there (thank you neighbors for cluing me in), I just never saw one and obviously, nothing really exists until you see it with your own eyes.  Now I'm scared to go out there.  Or send Toby out there.  What if they eat him??

*I had big plans Tuesday night to do laundry until I saw almost everything needed to be hand washed.  Needless to say, it didn't happen.  Guess what my Friday night plans are??  Living large here people.  Living large.

*My sister sent me an e-mail asking what I want for my birthday this year and WHY ON GOD'S GREEN EARTH can I not think of one thing??  I KNOW I saw things at the mall or online that I think would be a great present.  And now, of course, I can't think of one thing I saw.  Come September 2nd, I'll be full of answers. 

*I'm very tentatively car shopping and I'm seriously scared I'm going to get in a wreck.  Why, you ask?  Because I see a car I like on the highway and pay more attention to what it is than where I'm driving.  And these poor people probably think I'm the crazy lady darting across two lanes to get to them and I really just want to roll down my window and yell "I'm looking at the CAR!" 
PS-The good news is I very consistently like the Honda Civic, Hyundai Elantra and Volkwagen Jetta.  So I think I can stop scaring people now. 


Happy Friday ya'll!!  I hope you have a fabulous weekend :o)

Recipes, Tried and True

Before I start on the real post, thank you for the concern about my last one!  I'm okay, I just tripped over Toby on the stairs, fell on my tailbone in a bad way and hit my head on Sunday.  My head is fine and as far as we can tell, there are no cracked bones on my vertebrae (plus, I think I would know.)  My chiro is just waiting for the swelling and tenderness to go down so she can work her magic!  In the meantime, my back brace, ice packs and Alleve are working wonders.  I swear...

SO!  It's been a while since I posted favorite recipes and I'm not going to lie...I've spent a bit of time in the kitchen since then.  It's become a stress reliever and a personal point of pride when I copycat a recipe I like!  So, here are the recipes I have found myself recreating time and time again this past summer.

*Guiltless Alfredo Sauce
**Amazing with seafood or chicken and whole wheat noodles.  If I'm splurging, I bake a whole wheat baguette and use this sauce for dipping!  Also great for making creamy tomato sauce with your favorite ready made spaghetti sauce (I personally use canned tomato puree and add my own spices.)  Yum, yum, yum.

*Restaurant Style Ranch Dressing
**I no longer buy Ranch.  I make this, at least once a week, and it's the best dressing I've ever had.  Cheaper too.  Once you start, you won't ever go back to the bottled version again! 

Chicken Pesto Pizza
**I don't make the dough, I buy it (yeast scares me a bit.) But this is good the day it's made, the day after and the day after that.  SO yummy.  Easy to make too.  I bake the ready made dough on a cookie sheet for 5 minutes at the recommended temp with garlic salt and onion powder before I add the sauce and toppings.  I make this probably once every 2 weeks.  It's THAT good!

Baked Pesto Chicken
*There might be a theme here...I love chicken and I love pesto!  This meal is cheap, simple to make and my favorite way to enjoy it is with brown rice and a sliced zucchini/squash combo.

Creamy Garlic Pasta
**I use whole wheat noodles (usually angel hair or thin spaghetti) and grilled chicken.  There are denser versions of this recipe but I prefer this lighter take.

These are nothing super creative but again, I find myself craving/eating them at least once every 2 weeks.  I guess that's a perk of being a creature of habit, right??  I hope you try and more importantly, I hope you enjoy!  Bon apetite. :o)

Only Me...

I need bubble wrap.  For me.  Not for packages or fragile things.  I need bubble wrap for me.  And possibly Toby. 
I won't go into details because it's the type of story that would make you cringe but I'll just say that little dogs and stairs are a bad combination and my back brace is getting more action than it has in a while.  And the pain...holy hell, the PAIN.  Thank you Lord for Alleve. 
I'm grateful it's not worse but ohmigod, WHY did I buy a house with stairs?!? 
Now, if I wanted to purchase enough bubble wrap to outfit an adult, where exactly would I go to do that?  Bugs may need a bubble wrap outfit too.  Or maybe I should just cover my house in rubber. 

I wish...

Is there one thing you wish you could change about yourself but you can't?  No matter how hard you try?
I wish I could change my level of sensitivity.  Well, that, and my height. 
I wish I was just 1-2 inches shorter.  I have tried slouching...it's not cute.  When I was little I prayed I would grow up to be 5'6 1/2"-5'7" (I thought it would help if I was specific.)  And I have tried to wear heels and embrace my height.  (It doesn't help that some refer to you as "big."  Hello, SHORT LITTLE PERSON, THAT IS RUDE.) 
ANYWAY, my sensitivity. I feel like it's something I could change if I really wanted to, but at the end of the day, I am who I am.  Being anything other than me is just way too much work.  And frankly, who has the time?? 
I've been told my whole life that I'm "too sensitive."  And in some instances, I certainly agree.  But I don't see bitchy people walking around apologizing for being bitchy.  So why should I apologize for being sensitive?  I know it hurts my loved ones to see me hurt but I'm a big girl and I can handle whatever is thrown my way.  I certainly have before and I will again.  And again.  And again.  What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?  (I won't lie, I change the station every time I hear that song.  Sometimes I even yell at the radio that "it", whatever "it" is, MAY actually kill me and then I won't be strong at all.  So take THAT Kelly Clarkson.)  I realize I may have some issues...  
I turned down a fostering opportunity yesterday and it is KILLING me.  I know I don't have the time or energy to devote to a puppy.  And at the end of the day, it's about what's best for the puppy.  But I hate that I can't help right now.  Please don't think that I think I can save every dog.  Trust me, there are a lot of people (thankfully) who do much more than I do in terms of rescuing animals.  But when I'm asked to help, it kills me to say no.  I feel selfish.  But I realize there will be other opportunities and 8+ hours a day in a crate is no life for a puppy (or any dog for that matter.) 
Is there anything about yourself you wish you could change? 

Top 6 reasons I love my job...

6. We have this sign on our designated food table.

5. I can whisper/quietly yell obsenities at my computer and no one thinks anything of it.
4. 2 co-workers (who will remain nameless) bet each other they were a better typer than the other and are now competing in a typing contest.  They're both determined to win.  I think they're idiots for competing in a contest with no prize. (Sorry, the title of best typer does NOT count in my opinion.)
3. We play trivia. (I only play if it's fun trivia.)
2. After I got back from running errands at lunch yesterday, the girls informed me we were going to start a zoo.  I'm in charge of getting funds.  (I realize this is a little out there but it entertained all of us for the rest of the afternoon so we'll just go with it.)
1. People ask me questions.  And every time I have an answer, I do a little victory dance in my head and mentally say "SUCKER" to the manager who called me a disappointment.

Funny, none of these things have to do with the actual work, obviously, except for #1.  I guess that's the perk of having an un-glamorous job...we work just as hard at entertaining ourselves as we do allocating merchandise. :o)  

Confessional Friday...

Let's get confessin'...

*Tuesday night I decided I wanted to redo my shelves in my house.  I was just bored with them.  (It's all about visual stimulation people.)  Well, apparently I'm either bad at it or just incredibly indesicive and every single thing I took off my shelves is still sitting on my living room floor.  #designfail

*Wednesday night I had to get a new IPhone because of a device glitch and found it incredibly humorous/annoying that I ended up waiting over 30 minutes because the store's system also had a glitch and canceled my appointment.  Ironic?

*I've been great about working out this week which makes me happy.  What makes me NOT happy is what I've been eating.  Who gets on a treadmill and dreams about Chinese food????  Or goes to Pure Barre and convinces herself she needs Pinkberry (which is conveniently located next door.)  Seriously?!?

*I'm so ready for fall and football season it's not even funny.  Can we please get this going??  I need some Mountaineer football in my life STAT and I'm seriously starting to have dreams about my Uggs.

*Last night I slept with an ice pack on my face because my sinuses were killing me and medication wasn't touching it.  I woke up at 2:30 to find Toby cuddling with the ice pack.  I'm guessing he was either hot and needed something cold or he wanted a pillow..#weirddog

*My coworker just sent me this and I laughed out loud. 


Happy Weekend Friends!!

Golden Oldies

Have ya'll ever looked at old pictures and thought, "omigod, what I was thinking???"  (Don't lie, you know you have.) 
I was on Facebook the other day and saw these pics my sister uploaded.  Holy Mother of Hannah (no idea who Hannah or her Mother is but it just sounded right.) What was up with my glasses??  And my hair??  Granted it was the 90s, but that's no excuse.  To this day, (no lie) I don't let a guy see my in my glasses.  NOW I KNOW WHY!!    

Happy Saturday people!  :o)