This from my horoscope today:
“Once you stop dreaming about having “super powers” you will feel a lot better, dear Libra. You are not a super hero and you never were. For that matter, no one is.”
Whatever. A girl can still dream…
At my Mom & Dad’s for Sunday dinner this week, and my sister brings down a piece of mail that had been sent there for me. She is all BEAMING and says…YOU HAVE TO GO!
Confused, I pick up the little yellow post card, and flip it over to see an invitation for the 50th Anniversary Celebration of Camp Oakcrest being held this Friday night.
Camp! Camp! Oh boy it’s camp!!!! I. Love. Camp.
I loved working there, I loved living there, I even loved the $.25 cents an hour paycheck I ended up getting at the end of each of my two summers spent at camp. Songs, good food, good friends, hard work, living in the mountains with all those hot college girls for the whole summer??? WHAT, my friends, is not to love???
For an actual 2.3 seconds, I considered going.
But then I remembered…oh yeah. I totally do not belong to their club anymore. That might be a little awkward.
I think it is better to have it just stay alive in my memory. When all of the dykes were still in the proverbial camp closet, and the ”connections” were a little more secret and naughty. And therefore, extra hot.
This last month feels like it has been a blur. A blur of meetings upon meetings, upon brain mushing bitch-cake driven way past five o’clock fests at work. Seriously, I don’t think I have had to think so hard in a very long time.
And while I am flattered that people at my company think it is important and valuable to have me in on discussing/arguing/and eventually making these huge decisions, I am starting to feel like I wish I could just sit at my desk, do actual real boring work, and go home at a normal hour.
Lately, when I get home, I am not much for talk. Not much for doing. Not much for blogging. And starting to resemble some kind of kind of sorry vegetable that has been plopped on my couch. The light might be shifting…I won’t know until Wednesday when we have a very large and Apollo 13 like “GO-NO GO” decision day. If the NO GO part of the decisions happen, things might settle down. If the GO decision is the choice, well…then let’s just say it will be a long summer for me.
So, what you might ask is keeping me going these days? Well…a short list of oddly assembled things:
Ben & Jerry’s-Peach Cobbler Ice Cream. In a word…Heaven.
Simply Syndicated Pod Casts-I was going to do a whole post on these most awesome of people, but honestly, I have not found a time when I am not brain dead. I found them, by lucky accident one day in i-Tunes. “Movies You Should See” is as they put it a show of “Five mates who like films.” A group of Brittish witty friends, who produce some of the funniest things I have heard in a long time. Give them a go. They are hilarious. And BONUS! Did I mention they are Brittish? The have way cool accents and stuff! Free podcasts=life savers at work. Richard and Allison are my favorites. I have laughed out loud at work…often since finding them. Such a nice change.
Roller Coaster Tycoon-When your world seems to be spinning out of control, I say there isn’t much better than asserting your will on others. That is in a fake computer type world. Building a Theme Park is so much more fun and fulfilling than working through data mapping issues with SAP (heretofore to be known as SUCKY ASS PRODUCT,in my book) at work. What can I say? It appeals to my inner OCD.
Wilson & Buster & the pool. You guys have not seen much cuter than watching my dogs splash about in the five dollar baby wading pool we got them. I was going to upload a picture of them…but technical difficulties seem to be plaguing me. I will post some soon, and you will then die from cuteness.
Buffy Season Five-Glory as the Big Bad, Spike’s emergence as both hilarious and heart warming, Riley leaves (yes!), Willow & Tara are adorable, Joyce dies, Anya’s speech makes me cry harder than ever. What else can you ask for? The BEST season of any television ever. This my friends is MY version of “comfort food”.
I think what I need might be a three day weekend, some lime rickey’s, and some time to relax. Just got to make it through Wednesday.
So this last week was pretty intense for me. At work, we had massive meetings going on that involved me ignoring all regular work and regular communications with people and sitting in a room all week with cranky IT consultants and having to sit way to close to Lawson for my comfort. On top of the crazy hours I was working, I was battling insomnia, and dealing with an extreme case of PMS.
PMS is such a weird thing to me. Usually, my version of PMS involves me either going bitchcakes at people for unknown reasons or having increased and intense panic attacks. For whatever reason, the stars were aligned such that my emotions went in the completely opposite direction. I started bawling about everything.
For example:
I misplaced my keyes on Tuesday morning, and when I found them, right in front of me, I started bawling.
My brother couldn’t come over when he said he could, and I burst into tears.
My boss snapped at me in a meeting, and I nearly lost it.
Watching LOST this week, everything made me cry. Every look someone gave, every piece of sweeping music…I was nearly hysterical.
Even The Office this week had me sobbing.
But, to top it off, the horrible Jazz game on Friday…was the one that shocked me the most. They played from behind the whole game. And if they had just lost in a complete blowout, I think it would have been better. But they battled back. They showed heart. And when Deron Williams threw up that final shot at the buzzer in the 4th quarter to tie the game and force overtime, in my heart, I truly thought it was going to drop for him. I believed.
And then, it didn’t.
And then, without expecting it, I just burst into tears. Over a sporting event. A true first for me. It was weird.
I followed the Jazz very closely this year, and invested a lot of time and energy in that group of guys. I was just so disappointed. But still, that was a little bit much and more than just a little embarassing.
The good news, is that I have moved past bawling about everything, and became completely cranky pants today. I need something to cheer me up!
Maybe if Kobe get’s his ass kicked in the next round, it will make it all better.
So, it is NBA playoff season, and I am GEEKED up! So geeked up in fact, that I am starting to cause bodily harm to myself.
The Utah Jazz played last night in a very thrilling game three against the Houston Rockets. It was the first home game of the series, and the Jazz are up 2-0 over the eternally lame Tracy McGrady and the Rockets. Everyone is talking about how they are going to blow them out of the water, and sweep the series. Something they haven’t done in about a decade.
Things didn’t quite work out that way last night, the game was close, and very intense.
So intense, that I found myself curled up on the couch, and occassionally hiding my head in my hands unable to watch from all the pressure! Are my Jazz going to embarrass themselves? Are we really going to lose this game???
It was at a critical point in the game when Andrei Kirilenko spots up and shoots a crucial three pointer. I had my hands behind my head, and was holding my breath, pleading with the shot to go in…when…
IT DID! Yay! I pumped both of my fists into the air.
The only trouble was, my left arm was cocked really far back behind my head. So, when I so exuberantly pumped my left fist, I punched myself. Hard. In the back of the head. Like a big dumb ass.
Bear was still cheering her head off, and I was left there wincing in pain.
“What happened to you???” Bear asked, noticing that I was crunched over and holding my head.
“I punched myself in the head”, I replied.
She nearly peed herself laughing at me.
I still don’t know how that actually happened. And we lost the fucking game anyway.
Sometimes, you just need the waves.
Or the peace of a Buddist Temple in the jungle…
And things might not seem so bad.
Got a few more Disneyland pic’s (courtesy of Kenny) on Flickr if you feel so inclined.
Here I am paying the price for sitting in the front of Splash Mountain.
After a week of feeling really sick, Bear and I are finally on the road to recovery. I think. I guess. I hope. I wish. I don’t know.
During the worst 5 dyas of it (Wednesday to Sunday last week) we did very little. Going to the store to get prescriptions filled and picking up a few items was about the most I could muster every other day.
And I kept having to go to the store because we burned through the following like hotcakes:
Mostly, things are going better, although I am still very worn down and tired. Going to work is about all I seem to be able to manage right now. I get home, and am beat! Wilson and Buster don’t particularly enjoy this part of us being sick and being home a lot. Apparently, we are BORING.
Or so Busty told me last night at 3:00 AM when he wanted to play and jumped on my head with a toy in his mouth. Basically saying…enough of this shit mom! Get up! Let’s play! NOW.
He was disappointed to say the least with my response and repeated attempts were made to get me up and do something. I didn’t oblige, but I did try to convince him that me rubbing his warm belly was better than playing tug-of-war.
He didn’t buy it.
You guys? Guess what?
I am all sorts of sick again. I am in my second week of feeling crappy, and last night, it hit me hard again!
I went to the doc this morning, and she was convinced I was going to test positive for the evil Influenza virus. Alas, the test came up negative and befuddled the hell out of my doctor. I have all sorts of killer body ache, a raging headache, a bad fever, and a severe sore throat.
I think our Disneyland trip was very ill timed. I wasn’t 100% at all, wore myself out, and while we were there both Bear and Kenny got super sick.
I am tired of being tired, and sick to death of my house. I have no energy, and my back hurts so bad I might cry a little bit.
So, the doc loaded me up with some Tamiflu…anti-viral meds, that really are designed to help the flu virus. She is convinced the test came back wrong. I have been banned from my office for at least 3 days. Which normally, sounds awesome. Right now, I would give anything to get back to feeling normal.
I posted some of our Disneyland pic’s on FLICKR, so go check them out. We really did have fun. Promise.
So my weekened pretty much blew. I was sick all weekend. This particular cold or virus or whateverthefuck has been flying around our office like hot gossip. Working in my little cube farm, I could hear it creeping towards me. For weeks and weeks. Closer and closer and then, BLAMO! It hit me!
I spent all weekend curled in a feverish ball on my couch or in my bed, covered in vapo rub, and scaring the hell out of Buster every time I had a coughing fit. The hours passing, I had no sense of time, other than it was measured in how many episodes of The West Wing had passed while I slept. Ugh. It was miserable. I did not leave the house, and was so sick of myself I could cry by Sunday night.
Bear spent the weekend buying a new computer (yay! finally!), and trying to stay the hell away from me.
See, we are headed to Disneyland in about 48 hours, and who wants to be sick in Disneyland? Not me sistah. And most certainly not Bear.
Feeling mostly better today, and hoping for at least 85% by tomorrow.
Disneyland, here we come.
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