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Monday, January 31, 2005
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Welcome, to the machine...
Another Monday. I've been pretty cheery today. Getting a lot of work accomplished. Cigna settlement project almost completely off my desk. Woo whooo, that is a big deal for me. Unfortunately, Daddy has been feeling pretty bad the last couple days. Terrible pain in his left lower side. It's the only thing that tugs at my good mood. It is very hard to care for some one in pain and not be able to do anything about it.
Word(s) of the day: DOOR HINGE
Lexie log: We watched "Spirit" twice this weekend. She has certainly got a liking for horses now. Now she alternates between being a puppy and a horsie. Is that the appropriate spelling for horsie? She also had her first "official" time-out yesterday. She kept banging her plastic dog on the glass of the hall table, which she has been told many times is off-limits. No matter how many times we had her stop, she just kept testing her boundaries. When she went into a tantrum, I picked her up, put her on her bed in her room, told her time-out for ten minutes, and shut the door. Set the timer on the microwave. Didn't hear a peep out of her, so I thought she fell asleep, but when I opened the door, she was still sitting there on the bed with a solemn look on her face. So sweet? She loves to have her teeth brushed with our Braun electric toothbrush.
For many years Frank and I have debated on the old riddle, "What word rhymes with 'Orange'?" There is supposed to be no answer to this, but Frank swears the answer is "door-hinge", one word.
Played a great practical joke, one of the best ever. Almost towards the end of "I Robot", at a very climactic moment, Frank went to use the restroom. As soon as he left the room, I noticed my glass blue head, in the hutch. A Christmas present from my aunt Chris, from years ago. It is like-size, and looks very similar to the robot heads from the movie. I quickly and quietly got up, pulled the head out of the hutch, placed it on the standing rear speakers behind the couch on the side Frank sits, placed a bath-robe around the speaker with one arm resting on the couch back, the other on the end table. Then I went back to wait. Oh, what a result. And Frank's reaction was priceless. I loved it. We took pictures afterwards, so I should post them sometime soon.
Today I am grateful for Frank and Lexie, garlic, movies, my parents, grapefruit, TT's healthy return, and light.
Word(s) of the day: DOOR HINGE
Lexie log: We watched "Spirit" twice this weekend. She has certainly got a liking for horses now. Now she alternates between being a puppy and a horsie. Is that the appropriate spelling for horsie? She also had her first "official" time-out yesterday. She kept banging her plastic dog on the glass of the hall table, which she has been told many times is off-limits. No matter how many times we had her stop, she just kept testing her boundaries. When she went into a tantrum, I picked her up, put her on her bed in her room, told her time-out for ten minutes, and shut the door. Set the timer on the microwave. Didn't hear a peep out of her, so I thought she fell asleep, but when I opened the door, she was still sitting there on the bed with a solemn look on her face. So sweet? She loves to have her teeth brushed with our Braun electric toothbrush.
For many years Frank and I have debated on the old riddle, "What word rhymes with 'Orange'?" There is supposed to be no answer to this, but Frank swears the answer is "door-hinge", one word.
Played a great practical joke, one of the best ever. Almost towards the end of "I Robot", at a very climactic moment, Frank went to use the restroom. As soon as he left the room, I noticed my glass blue head, in the hutch. A Christmas present from my aunt Chris, from years ago. It is like-size, and looks very similar to the robot heads from the movie. I quickly and quietly got up, pulled the head out of the hutch, placed it on the standing rear speakers behind the couch on the side Frank sits, placed a bath-robe around the speaker with one arm resting on the couch back, the other on the end table. Then I went back to wait. Oh, what a result. And Frank's reaction was priceless. I loved it. We took pictures afterwards, so I should post them sometime soon.
Today I am grateful for Frank and Lexie, garlic, movies, my parents, grapefruit, TT's healthy return, and light.
Friday, January 28, 2005
Whistle while you work......
Friday at last.
I think blogged out this morning, because I'm drawing a blank for anything to type.
Word(s) of the day: WEEVIL
We got a free movie rental from Albertsons, so tomorrow morning, after sleeping in, Lexie and I are going to watch Spirit. Since it's animated and she loves horses, it should be good. Also, Mom bought I Robot, which we haven't seen yet, and loaned it to us. We'll probably watch that this weekend also.
For the third time now I have been "volunteered" to attend the VitalWorks Prism user group meeting with office manager. I like to attend for the most part. There is always something interesting to learn, and I usually have some input. I'm trying not to be excited about it though. This one is in Olympia, Washington. The last time they had one there, I rode up and back with someone from another office. This time, I am not making it a one day trip. If they won't put me in a hotel, count me out. They were going to for the last one, but the meeting was cancelled. It would be nice to take Frank and Lexie.
It's so odd that during the times I'm not actually typing my blog I have tons of ideas for things to put in them, but when I actually sit down today they all escape me.
Lexie Log: She has learned that when she says, "Mommy?...Daddy?" It melts our hearts. She also is already a performer. She love to perform for any audience. Last night she had us watching her try to balance on a beach ball. Last week we had to wait in the DMV lobby while Frank waited in line. She climbed up on the marble bench and crawled along it until she was a half a foot away from a young man waiting for someone. She sat and stared up at him with her smile and her big blue eyes until he looked at her and smiled back. What a Ham! She did this over and over going back and forth between hiding behind a potted plant and then right up to him again.
Last night I was reading my past blogs aloud to my husband, and I was humilated at all my typos and spelling mishaps. So, here is my disclaimer. I don't proof read any of this. I just sit at my desk and type away as fast as I can. I'm a pretty decent typist, but obviously not perfect. Sorry for any annoyance this may cause. That is, if anyone is even reading them...
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, sleeping in on weekends, non-slip bath tub decals, dragonfiles, and the kindness of strangers.
I think blogged out this morning, because I'm drawing a blank for anything to type.
Word(s) of the day: WEEVIL
We got a free movie rental from Albertsons, so tomorrow morning, after sleeping in, Lexie and I are going to watch Spirit. Since it's animated and she loves horses, it should be good. Also, Mom bought I Robot, which we haven't seen yet, and loaned it to us. We'll probably watch that this weekend also.
For the third time now I have been "volunteered" to attend the VitalWorks Prism user group meeting with office manager. I like to attend for the most part. There is always something interesting to learn, and I usually have some input. I'm trying not to be excited about it though. This one is in Olympia, Washington. The last time they had one there, I rode up and back with someone from another office. This time, I am not making it a one day trip. If they won't put me in a hotel, count me out. They were going to for the last one, but the meeting was cancelled. It would be nice to take Frank and Lexie.
It's so odd that during the times I'm not actually typing my blog I have tons of ideas for things to put in them, but when I actually sit down today they all escape me.
Lexie Log: She has learned that when she says, "Mommy?...Daddy?" It melts our hearts. She also is already a performer. She love to perform for any audience. Last night she had us watching her try to balance on a beach ball. Last week we had to wait in the DMV lobby while Frank waited in line. She climbed up on the marble bench and crawled along it until she was a half a foot away from a young man waiting for someone. She sat and stared up at him with her smile and her big blue eyes until he looked at her and smiled back. What a Ham! She did this over and over going back and forth between hiding behind a potted plant and then right up to him again.
Last night I was reading my past blogs aloud to my husband, and I was humilated at all my typos and spelling mishaps. So, here is my disclaimer. I don't proof read any of this. I just sit at my desk and type away as fast as I can. I'm a pretty decent typist, but obviously not perfect. Sorry for any annoyance this may cause. That is, if anyone is even reading them...
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, sleeping in on weekends, non-slip bath tub decals, dragonfiles, and the kindness of strangers.
That's the way, uh huh, uh huh, I like it...Uh huh, Uh huh
So I'm starting my blog a little early today, but I was intrigued with another person's blog and my comment to her got so long, and yes verbose, that I decided to use it as part of my blog post. She writes that she is not wanting to have a child of her own because of the state of this world. I am so torn by this sentiment that I almost have to force myself to stop typing my truly biased opions. After all, I am a 34 year old new mother of a two year old angel. So anyway, what follows is my commentary to Kelly's perspective on motherhood:
"I am literally amazed at how similar our views are on some things. Your blog on children intrigues me. I had a pact with my best friend years ago that we would never have children. That was back when I was twenty years old. My Father and step-mother paid for my then husband to have a vasectomy as a wedding present. Then we divorced and I met my current husband, and let me tell you, everything changed. I have always been raised with cats, currently I have five, and they are my children also. I started out saying that I was too selfish, wanted to live my own life, would be a bad parent because of it, I was always going to be a child myself anyway (and I still am!) Then, when the "maternal instinct" started to hit me in my late, late 20's early 30's, It was exactly then that the 911 terrorist attack happened and it threw me into a tailspin of fear and worry about how humans were so awful and how can we survive, etc. I still ocassionally fight with the heart-renching fear and worry of what the world will be like for my daughter. But as they say (who are they, anyway?), love conquers all. Lexie is the most precious gift God could have ever blessed me with and I can't imagine life without her. The world seems to have changed so much since I was growing up, but somehow wonderful things still take place. Fear is the cruelest and most dangerous evil that exists, and when it prevents anyone from sharing the love and friendship motherhood provides, it is treacherous. I am truly glad for you that you are able to experience a piece of this with your nephew. Thanks again for your posts."
So anyway, I had an early morning soap box that I am now stepping down from, and I hope I didn't offend her or seem pushy.
I'll blog more later at lunch.
"I am literally amazed at how similar our views are on some things. Your blog on children intrigues me. I had a pact with my best friend years ago that we would never have children. That was back when I was twenty years old. My Father and step-mother paid for my then husband to have a vasectomy as a wedding present. Then we divorced and I met my current husband, and let me tell you, everything changed. I have always been raised with cats, currently I have five, and they are my children also. I started out saying that I was too selfish, wanted to live my own life, would be a bad parent because of it, I was always going to be a child myself anyway (and I still am!) Then, when the "maternal instinct" started to hit me in my late, late 20's early 30's, It was exactly then that the 911 terrorist attack happened and it threw me into a tailspin of fear and worry about how humans were so awful and how can we survive, etc. I still ocassionally fight with the heart-renching fear and worry of what the world will be like for my daughter. But as they say (who are they, anyway?), love conquers all. Lexie is the most precious gift God could have ever blessed me with and I can't imagine life without her. The world seems to have changed so much since I was growing up, but somehow wonderful things still take place. Fear is the cruelest and most dangerous evil that exists, and when it prevents anyone from sharing the love and friendship motherhood provides, it is treacherous. I am truly glad for you that you are able to experience a piece of this with your nephew. Thanks again for your posts."
So anyway, I had an early morning soap box that I am now stepping down from, and I hope I didn't offend her or seem pushy.
I'll blog more later at lunch.
Thursday, January 27, 2005
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Lolly, Lolly, Lolly get your adverbs here.
Well now, I've been working here for close to three years and there is still somebody in the credit department that can't spell my name correctly. It irks me every time I see it on a post-it or in an account note. So...just to be stupid, yesterday when I had to mention her in an account note, I mispelled hers. Repent, repent.
What's up with last night's episode of "Lost" being another re-run? Boy was I dissapointed.
Word(s) of the Day: RANKLE
It's a beautiful day outside, blue skies and sunshine. Unfortunately, I must remain on this side of the window for another three hours. Uh oh, better not get too descriptive... Don't want to put Carrie to sleep again. Apparently my co-worker couldn't keep her eyes open while attempting to read yesterdays ever so verbose description of a few of my work duties. Well Carrie, I dedicate this description to you! I have a pretty great window seat on the second floor. Our building sits at the end of a T- stop intersection, and I look up 42nd street. There is a stoplight 15 feet in front of the window directly at eye level with me. Therefore, people in their cars, stopped at a red light sit and stare up at the stop light, waiting for it to change to green. Looks just like they're staring straight into the window. At first I found this unsettleing, now it doesn't bother me anymore. I feel kind of like a voyeur. I can sit and watch the world go by. One block East on Broadway is a low-income housing building with a good mix of elderly folk and impoverished city dwellers. Once a day, on average, an ambulance or fire truck goes screaming up broadway rescue someone. Occasionally, an ambulance or firetruck will stop right outside the clinic front door, which I sit directly above, to assist one of our patients. Like good rubber-neckers, we all crowd around the windows and stare at the EMTs or Firemen or women. Once, about three weeks ago, a fireman on his way into the building looked up at my window, so I smiled and waved at him. Funny enough he waved back, and I couldn't stop laughing for ten minutes.
Ok Carrie, you can wake up now. Don't forget to wipe the sleep drool off your hand, silly thing.
Lexie log: Lately, Lexie has had a fondness for the game of tug-of-war. The catch is that she insists that we both have the "object" in our mouths. Like puppies. So once in a while she will come up to me with something, like maybe a Yo'gurt wraper that she's just emptied, and persuade me to put one end in my mouth, and then we thrash about like a couple of dogs over a chew toy. Probably looks odd! The best part is watching her try to keep her mouth shut while she's laughing hysterically. It's very interesting to watch the changes as time goes by. On Lexie's first Halloween, Daddy and I put on scary masks at the Freddy's to see how she would react and she laughed, her last halloween she got this horrified look on her face and the water works started faster than we could take them off and say "bad parents".
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, whoever invented the camera, horseplay, angels, and happiness.
What's up with last night's episode of "Lost" being another re-run? Boy was I dissapointed.
Word(s) of the Day: RANKLE
It's a beautiful day outside, blue skies and sunshine. Unfortunately, I must remain on this side of the window for another three hours. Uh oh, better not get too descriptive... Don't want to put Carrie to sleep again. Apparently my co-worker couldn't keep her eyes open while attempting to read yesterdays ever so verbose description of a few of my work duties. Well Carrie, I dedicate this description to you! I have a pretty great window seat on the second floor. Our building sits at the end of a T- stop intersection, and I look up 42nd street. There is a stoplight 15 feet in front of the window directly at eye level with me. Therefore, people in their cars, stopped at a red light sit and stare up at the stop light, waiting for it to change to green. Looks just like they're staring straight into the window. At first I found this unsettleing, now it doesn't bother me anymore. I feel kind of like a voyeur. I can sit and watch the world go by. One block East on Broadway is a low-income housing building with a good mix of elderly folk and impoverished city dwellers. Once a day, on average, an ambulance or fire truck goes screaming up broadway rescue someone. Occasionally, an ambulance or firetruck will stop right outside the clinic front door, which I sit directly above, to assist one of our patients. Like good rubber-neckers, we all crowd around the windows and stare at the EMTs or Firemen or women. Once, about three weeks ago, a fireman on his way into the building looked up at my window, so I smiled and waved at him. Funny enough he waved back, and I couldn't stop laughing for ten minutes.
Ok Carrie, you can wake up now. Don't forget to wipe the sleep drool off your hand, silly thing.
Lexie log: Lately, Lexie has had a fondness for the game of tug-of-war. The catch is that she insists that we both have the "object" in our mouths. Like puppies. So once in a while she will come up to me with something, like maybe a Yo'gurt wraper that she's just emptied, and persuade me to put one end in my mouth, and then we thrash about like a couple of dogs over a chew toy. Probably looks odd! The best part is watching her try to keep her mouth shut while she's laughing hysterically. It's very interesting to watch the changes as time goes by. On Lexie's first Halloween, Daddy and I put on scary masks at the Freddy's to see how she would react and she laughed, her last halloween she got this horrified look on her face and the water works started faster than we could take them off and say "bad parents".
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, whoever invented the camera, horseplay, angels, and happiness.
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Wednesday, January 26, 2005
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Fly me to the Moon...
Yipee, It"s Wednesday.
After listening to some excersize advice, the workout routine has changed somewhat. Workout days are Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and every other Friday. Routine is 45 minutes on the treadmill, or bike if no treadmills available, on Monday and Thursday. Tuesday and Friday are weight/resistance training. Each workout still ends with the steam room, sauna, jacuzzi. And guess what! Wednesday is nap day!
Yipee, It's Wednesday.
Other than that, slightly bored. Well, not really bored since I'm busy enough with work, but just, kinda, not really fond of working my aged accounts. Ho Hum. La-Ti-Da.
Word(s) of the day: MAGNIFICENT
Try to use the word of the day in a meaningful sentence three times a day. It's fun.
Oh, and feel free to submit any word ideas to me. I'll even try to use them in a sentence in my blog.
Previous WODs (Words of the day) that got left out of previous blogs:
PLETHERA (hi Tracy!)
VERBOSE
CLOAK
EXTRANEOUS
It's possible to have two songs stuck in your head at the exact same time. Right now, I can clearly hear Frank Sinatra singing "Fly me to the Moon", and at the same time, the commercial theme song for Meow Mix is in the background. Weird huh? And there is no radio on in the office. Maybe there should be.
"Hi, my name is 'blahdiblah" and I have a question about a bill I received." I hear that alot. Then I usually say, "Can you give me the account number from the statment? It's in the upper right hand corner, in red, and starts 001." Then it goes on to, "Hold on a sec...Oh, there it is" or maybe, "Well, my wife has the statement at home, " in which case I ask, "How do you spell the patient's last name?" Then I pull up the account, veryify mailing address for security purposes, check the balance, tell them what it is and jump to the screen that shows where the balance is from. Most commonly, their insurance has left them some coinsurance amount to pay and yada yada yada. I note the account of what took place on the call and tell the caller to have a MAGNIFICENT day as we hang up the phone. Yeah.
This is about 2% of what I do here at work. It's my second least favorite thing to do. Why, you ask? Because phone calls potentially generate drawn-out, involved research that sometimes ends up with (or starts with) and angry patient blaming you for something that 99.99% of the time wasn't your fault. Luckily, this does not happen very often, most of the calls are simple, but just the sheer chance that it could happen makes it my second least favorite responsibility. My least favorite thing is pulling fee tickets and EOB'S. I loathe our filing system, all paper, no scanning yet. If I have to research a payment summary (EOB) or Dr.s fee ticket, I have to hunt it down in one of the numerous filing cabinets. Yuck, don't like it. Put it off, if I can. My favorite thing to do is post payments to accounts. I like batchwork. Well, except for the correspondence that comes with it. The mail from insurance companies is sorted and I my accounts in a batch of paper rubber-banded in a work drawer. It is sorted by bill type (insurance company) and all the non-payment correspondence mail is separated from the payments. First I research, call on, resolve, note the accounts for all the correspondence (corr). Then I post insurance payments to patient accounts in a line item fashion. Also, I work aged accounts (no payment received after a month, or longer) from a report. This is what I am doing today, and I'm bored of it. I mail out some claims, do some report writer and data analysis stuff occasional, work on some special projects, work on the annual fee schedule research, and a whole lotta udder stuph.
Strange. For some odd reason yesterday I decided to date stamp the tread of my Sketcher sneakers three times. I said it was to see how long it lasted. I just decided to check on it, and they're gone, but there are some dried up shell pastas stuck there from last night's "disaster". I was trying to lift Lexie's highchair, ever so slightly, over a vacuum cleaner cord when the plastic deally that holds the tray on popped of, the tray crashed to the floor with all the corn and alfredo shells and cheese. Then, silly me, I re-attached it temporarily using the one good plastic deally to hold the tray on, refilled Lexie's bowels, and wheeled her out to the hall, where she immediately proved that one plastic deally isn't enough and sent the tray, with freshly refilled food upon it, to the hall floor. Oh, she wailed! She had already sampled both the corn and the pasta, and was intent on consuming it. After much cleaning and fussing about how to fix the darned thing, we finally got it re-assembled and Lexie got her dindin.
Then, a little, tiny screw came out of the bottom of the refrigerator door hingy thing, and we (Frank and I) played "Twister" trying to get the stupid thing back in. Akward angles, big enough space inbetween door and fridge for the screwdriver handle, but not big enough for the screwdriver handle and the hand handling it. Oh well, another mission accomplished and the rest of the evening is a piece of cake. Well I wish it was cake, but it was more like green beans, potatoe, and chicken.
Lexie log: She can sit and spin on her sit and spin for over a half an hour sometimes. Oh! Daddy gave her her first hair cut this weekend. Well, he just cut off the ends, but her hair looks a lot better, not so fly-away, wispy ends anymore. And, of course, no bangs. Daddy does not want her to have bangs so we are constantly trying to pull her hair out of her face. Then she is constantly pulling out whatever barrette or clip is holding it out of her face. The she is constantly pushing her hair out from in front of her eyes, and we start the process over. Did I mention that she can't stand to have her hair combed? She dislikes it enough that when she sees Daddy pull his comb out of his back pocket, she yells, "no no no no!" and runs away. We recently decided that this new "comb reaction" is quite useful when you want to dissuade her doing something. I have gotten her to let me brush her hair at length and in peace a few times, but she has to be feeling pretty generous.
Today I am grateful for Frank and Lexie, nap day, teamwork, children's movies, humor, and cats.
After listening to some excersize advice, the workout routine has changed somewhat. Workout days are Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and every other Friday. Routine is 45 minutes on the treadmill, or bike if no treadmills available, on Monday and Thursday. Tuesday and Friday are weight/resistance training. Each workout still ends with the steam room, sauna, jacuzzi. And guess what! Wednesday is nap day!
Yipee, It's Wednesday.
Other than that, slightly bored. Well, not really bored since I'm busy enough with work, but just, kinda, not really fond of working my aged accounts. Ho Hum. La-Ti-Da.
Word(s) of the day: MAGNIFICENT
Try to use the word of the day in a meaningful sentence three times a day. It's fun.
Oh, and feel free to submit any word ideas to me. I'll even try to use them in a sentence in my blog.
Previous WODs (Words of the day) that got left out of previous blogs:
PLETHERA (hi Tracy!)
VERBOSE
CLOAK
EXTRANEOUS
It's possible to have two songs stuck in your head at the exact same time. Right now, I can clearly hear Frank Sinatra singing "Fly me to the Moon", and at the same time, the commercial theme song for Meow Mix is in the background. Weird huh? And there is no radio on in the office. Maybe there should be.
"Hi, my name is 'blahdiblah" and I have a question about a bill I received." I hear that alot. Then I usually say, "Can you give me the account number from the statment? It's in the upper right hand corner, in red, and starts 001." Then it goes on to, "Hold on a sec...Oh, there it is" or maybe, "Well, my wife has the statement at home, " in which case I ask, "How do you spell the patient's last name?" Then I pull up the account, veryify mailing address for security purposes, check the balance, tell them what it is and jump to the screen that shows where the balance is from. Most commonly, their insurance has left them some coinsurance amount to pay and yada yada yada. I note the account of what took place on the call and tell the caller to have a MAGNIFICENT day as we hang up the phone. Yeah.
This is about 2% of what I do here at work. It's my second least favorite thing to do. Why, you ask? Because phone calls potentially generate drawn-out, involved research that sometimes ends up with (or starts with) and angry patient blaming you for something that 99.99% of the time wasn't your fault. Luckily, this does not happen very often, most of the calls are simple, but just the sheer chance that it could happen makes it my second least favorite responsibility. My least favorite thing is pulling fee tickets and EOB'S. I loathe our filing system, all paper, no scanning yet. If I have to research a payment summary (EOB) or Dr.s fee ticket, I have to hunt it down in one of the numerous filing cabinets. Yuck, don't like it. Put it off, if I can. My favorite thing to do is post payments to accounts. I like batchwork. Well, except for the correspondence that comes with it. The mail from insurance companies is sorted and I my accounts in a batch of paper rubber-banded in a work drawer. It is sorted by bill type (insurance company) and all the non-payment correspondence mail is separated from the payments. First I research, call on, resolve, note the accounts for all the correspondence (corr). Then I post insurance payments to patient accounts in a line item fashion. Also, I work aged accounts (no payment received after a month, or longer) from a report. This is what I am doing today, and I'm bored of it. I mail out some claims, do some report writer and data analysis stuff occasional, work on some special projects, work on the annual fee schedule research, and a whole lotta udder stuph.
Strange. For some odd reason yesterday I decided to date stamp the tread of my Sketcher sneakers three times. I said it was to see how long it lasted. I just decided to check on it, and they're gone, but there are some dried up shell pastas stuck there from last night's "disaster". I was trying to lift Lexie's highchair, ever so slightly, over a vacuum cleaner cord when the plastic deally that holds the tray on popped of, the tray crashed to the floor with all the corn and alfredo shells and cheese. Then, silly me, I re-attached it temporarily using the one good plastic deally to hold the tray on, refilled Lexie's bowels, and wheeled her out to the hall, where she immediately proved that one plastic deally isn't enough and sent the tray, with freshly refilled food upon it, to the hall floor. Oh, she wailed! She had already sampled both the corn and the pasta, and was intent on consuming it. After much cleaning and fussing about how to fix the darned thing, we finally got it re-assembled and Lexie got her dindin.
Then, a little, tiny screw came out of the bottom of the refrigerator door hingy thing, and we (Frank and I) played "Twister" trying to get the stupid thing back in. Akward angles, big enough space inbetween door and fridge for the screwdriver handle, but not big enough for the screwdriver handle and the hand handling it. Oh well, another mission accomplished and the rest of the evening is a piece of cake. Well I wish it was cake, but it was more like green beans, potatoe, and chicken.
Lexie log: She can sit and spin on her sit and spin for over a half an hour sometimes. Oh! Daddy gave her her first hair cut this weekend. Well, he just cut off the ends, but her hair looks a lot better, not so fly-away, wispy ends anymore. And, of course, no bangs. Daddy does not want her to have bangs so we are constantly trying to pull her hair out of her face. Then she is constantly pulling out whatever barrette or clip is holding it out of her face. The she is constantly pushing her hair out from in front of her eyes, and we start the process over. Did I mention that she can't stand to have her hair combed? She dislikes it enough that when she sees Daddy pull his comb out of his back pocket, she yells, "no no no no!" and runs away. We recently decided that this new "comb reaction" is quite useful when you want to dissuade her doing something. I have gotten her to let me brush her hair at length and in peace a few times, but she has to be feeling pretty generous.
Today I am grateful for Frank and Lexie, nap day, teamwork, children's movies, humor, and cats.
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Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Hungry like the wolf...
Why does it take me so many attempts to complete a post-it note??? I mean, I have some type of post-it perfectionism or something. I almost always start out too big and have to scrap it to write smaller, then I invariably have multiple edits before I am satisfied. Reader tip...buy stock in Post-It.
Henry: When we first moved to New York we had a great apartment that was dirt cheap.
Kip: And we found out why it was so cheap.
H: Our friend Amy said there was a great apartment in her building.
K: Dirt cheap - but it's a hotel for women...OK. We made one adjustment.
H: Now these other ladies know us as Buffy and Hildegarde.
K: But the also know us as Kip and Henry, Buffy and Hildy's brothers.
K: I am crazy about the blonde.
H: This experience is going to make a great book.
K: See? It's all perfectly normal.
Word(s) of the day: VICHYSSOISE
So sad about Johnny Carson. Carson, Steve Martin, and Steven Wright are some of my favorite comedians.
I love my not so new, hand me down, desk lamp! Thanks KC. I think I must have some form of Seasonal Affect Disorder, because the lamp actually put a smile on my face. I lights up my document holder and papers, and also acts as a fairly decent hand warmer. Even though in my dream fantasy world, I work from home as a medical transcriptionist, this arrangement isn't too too bad. In fact, I'm quite please with my current desk layout.
I'm quite displeased with insurance terminolgy and concepts. It sucks! I loathe trying to explain co-pays, coinsurance and deductibles to patients. Especially when they are adamant that the doctors office "took" the copay. Argh! I sure would like to be a home transcriptionist!
Well, earlier today, and ongoing I guess, I had sort of a word of the day avalanche and here is the pile up:
CHORTLE persnickity JAUNTY sprinkles WANTON flimflam Blather drivel SUPERFLUOUS.
Oooh eeee. Look at me trying to be all tricky with my fonts...and what did it get me? Now I can't get back to they way it was. Damn!
Lexie log: Decided that Lord of the Rings is a little too violent for Lexie after we tried to watch it with her last night. Chikita and Lexie are becoming good pals. Chikita tolerates her better than the others, well, except maybe Tiki. Two years later and Felix still will not be in the same room with her except when he really wants something. Yesterday was Grammy's weekly Monday visit day and she brought Lexie a set of plastic toy figurines with multiple snakes, frogs, lizards, and beetles. She loves them. She walks around with them all stuffed in an oversized plastic Coca-Cola tumbler, and they have imaginary adventures around the house.
The State with the highest percentage of people who walk to work: Alaska
Today I am grateful for Frank and Lexie, endomorph reduction techniques, dancing, my desk lamp, my thermos, the Opti-grab, phone books, and comedians.
Henry: When we first moved to New York we had a great apartment that was dirt cheap.
Kip: And we found out why it was so cheap.
H: Our friend Amy said there was a great apartment in her building.
K: Dirt cheap - but it's a hotel for women...OK. We made one adjustment.
H: Now these other ladies know us as Buffy and Hildegarde.
K: But the also know us as Kip and Henry, Buffy and Hildy's brothers.
K: I am crazy about the blonde.
H: This experience is going to make a great book.
K: See? It's all perfectly normal.
Word(s) of the day: VICHYSSOISE
So sad about Johnny Carson. Carson, Steve Martin, and Steven Wright are some of my favorite comedians.
I love my not so new, hand me down, desk lamp! Thanks KC. I think I must have some form of Seasonal Affect Disorder, because the lamp actually put a smile on my face. I lights up my document holder and papers, and also acts as a fairly decent hand warmer. Even though in my dream fantasy world, I work from home as a medical transcriptionist, this arrangement isn't too too bad. In fact, I'm quite please with my current desk layout.
I'm quite displeased with insurance terminolgy and concepts. It sucks! I loathe trying to explain co-pays, coinsurance and deductibles to patients. Especially when they are adamant that the doctors office "took" the copay. Argh! I sure would like to be a home transcriptionist!
Well, earlier today, and ongoing I guess, I had sort of a word of the day avalanche and here is the pile up:
CHORTLE persnickity JAUNTY sprinkles WANTON flimflam Blather drivel SUPERFLUOUS.
Oooh eeee. Look at me trying to be all tricky with my fonts...and what did it get me? Now I can't get back to they way it was. Damn!
Lexie log: Decided that Lord of the Rings is a little too violent for Lexie after we tried to watch it with her last night. Chikita and Lexie are becoming good pals. Chikita tolerates her better than the others, well, except maybe Tiki. Two years later and Felix still will not be in the same room with her except when he really wants something. Yesterday was Grammy's weekly Monday visit day and she brought Lexie a set of plastic toy figurines with multiple snakes, frogs, lizards, and beetles. She loves them. She walks around with them all stuffed in an oversized plastic Coca-Cola tumbler, and they have imaginary adventures around the house.
The State with the highest percentage of people who walk to work: Alaska
Today I am grateful for Frank and Lexie, endomorph reduction techniques, dancing, my desk lamp, my thermos, the Opti-grab, phone books, and comedians.
Monday, January 24, 2005
Who let the dog out (who, who, who)!
Wow, am I grumpy today. Actually this has been going on for four days now. One of my longest ever grumpathons. I figured out, a few years back, that my grumpiness stems from unresolved issues nagging at me. Well, I've got plenty. Used to be that I could sit quietly and come up with a solution that would calm my psyche, but this time I appear to be in some sort of mental limbo. I'm sure it will clear up by the end of the week...like a bad rash or weather forecast...but right now I'm "in the moment", an dmy moment is tormented by nagging thoughts. Financial, health, housework, happy family. Hey, at least we're alive, even if we are kicking!
In 1972 a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit. These men promptly escaped from maximum-security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire the A-Team.
I love it when a plan comes together!
So...apparently when I'm not in tip-top mood, everyone else on the planet is a pill also? Correlation??? Seems to me that no matter how sweet I try to be to insurance company reps today, they all have some verbal attitude for me. This ain't no show and tell...Keep you malign deportment to yourself.
Total strangers who I've spoken with on the phone today: Cindy from Employers Health Trust, Gregg from HealthNet, Tracy from Harvard-Pilgrim, and Tawny from U.S. Benefits.
OK...Thanks Frank, honey, for the attitude adjustment. He just called to cheer me up, and he put a smile on my face. I love him.
Really weird!!! All of the sudden, Val pipes up and says that she heard on the radio this morning that today is supposed to be the most depressing day of the year. Is that weird, or what? LB's husband told her the same thing, which he heard on t.v. Wow! H0w trippy! Read on!
Lexie log, stardate 2005: Sunday, we watched Inspector Gadget's field trip to San Fransico. I had no idea how cable cars worked! Fascinating! We had another slumber party Friday night. We both fell asleep while watching Harold and the Purple Crayon. Sunday, we combine two of her favorite activities...Bath time, and blowing bubbles. It was fun, but for some reason it's more difficult to blow bubbles in the bathroom. Maybe it has something to do with the heat and moisture from the bath water. Friday night she had her first taste of mashed potatoes, and she loved them.
I'm starving! I hate this!
Coca-Cola was originally green.
Today I am gratefull for Frank and Lexie, Monday the 24th, the internet, ketchup, mindless computer games, and tickle wars.
In 1972 a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit. These men promptly escaped from maximum-security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire the A-Team.
I love it when a plan comes together!
So...apparently when I'm not in tip-top mood, everyone else on the planet is a pill also? Correlation??? Seems to me that no matter how sweet I try to be to insurance company reps today, they all have some verbal attitude for me. This ain't no show and tell...Keep you malign deportment to yourself.
Total strangers who I've spoken with on the phone today: Cindy from Employers Health Trust, Gregg from HealthNet, Tracy from Harvard-Pilgrim, and Tawny from U.S. Benefits.
OK...Thanks Frank, honey, for the attitude adjustment. He just called to cheer me up, and he put a smile on my face. I love him.
Really weird!!! All of the sudden, Val pipes up and says that she heard on the radio this morning that today is supposed to be the most depressing day of the year. Is that weird, or what? LB's husband told her the same thing, which he heard on t.v. Wow! H0w trippy! Read on!
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/4187183.stm
Lexie log, stardate 2005: Sunday, we watched Inspector Gadget's field trip to San Fransico. I had no idea how cable cars worked! Fascinating! We had another slumber party Friday night. We both fell asleep while watching Harold and the Purple Crayon. Sunday, we combine two of her favorite activities...Bath time, and blowing bubbles. It was fun, but for some reason it's more difficult to blow bubbles in the bathroom. Maybe it has something to do with the heat and moisture from the bath water. Friday night she had her first taste of mashed potatoes, and she loved them.
I'm starving! I hate this!
Coca-Cola was originally green.
Today I am gratefull for Frank and Lexie, Monday the 24th, the internet, ketchup, mindless computer games, and tickle wars.
Friday, January 21, 2005
Another Saturday Night and I won't have no money...
I just love screwing up song lyrics!
It's Friday, payday, blue skies, warmish temperature!
Recently, I've come to notice a few details of modern life that are beginning to make me feel older. Way back when I was in school, kids weren't running around with cell phones attached to their ears. We didn't have the World Wide Web to surf for school projects and entertainment. I can't listen to Z100 and the morning Zoo. That makes me feel old. And, our Saturday morning cartoons sure didn't look like "Finding Nemo".
Thanks to Val, now I know. I didn't know that lambs had their tails docked! I didn't even know that the transitive verb function of the word "dock" had another, not very friendly, meaning.
What is the difference between pronunciation and enunciation?
Word(s) of the day: PLACATE
We had a power outage at work yesterday afternoon. It went out 45 minutes before I left for the day. It is reported that a squirrel chewed through some wires. A squirrel knocks power out for dozens of city blocks! The girls here were cracking all kinds of jokes about pelvics by flashlight. Last time we had an outage here it was blamed on a Raccoon.
How does the grammar check on Microsoft Word actually work?
Lexie log: She loves peas, but not green beans? Wouldn't touch 'em! Last night, Lexie and I watched "James and the Giant Peach" before bed. She sat next to me on the couch, and we cuddled up in our fleece penguin throw blanket (Thanks TT!). Then, I woke up at 1:30 in the morning on the couch with Lexie, I had stolen the blanket from her in my sleep, and she was face down with her legs were hanging off the side of the couch. I probably wouldn't even have woken up then, but Frank woke me when he got up for a drink of water. Lexie inherited her Dad's upper lip, she doesn't barely have one. It makes her smile sweet and pixie like, and her pout adorable. Daddy has added "Wuz up!" to her vocabulary.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, blue skies, friends, dreams, cheese, pools of water, and parents.
It's Friday, payday, blue skies, warmish temperature!
Recently, I've come to notice a few details of modern life that are beginning to make me feel older. Way back when I was in school, kids weren't running around with cell phones attached to their ears. We didn't have the World Wide Web to surf for school projects and entertainment. I can't listen to Z100 and the morning Zoo. That makes me feel old. And, our Saturday morning cartoons sure didn't look like "Finding Nemo".
Thanks to Val, now I know. I didn't know that lambs had their tails docked! I didn't even know that the transitive verb function of the word "dock" had another, not very friendly, meaning.
What is the difference between pronunciation and enunciation?
Word(s) of the day: PLACATE
We had a power outage at work yesterday afternoon. It went out 45 minutes before I left for the day. It is reported that a squirrel chewed through some wires. A squirrel knocks power out for dozens of city blocks! The girls here were cracking all kinds of jokes about pelvics by flashlight. Last time we had an outage here it was blamed on a Raccoon.
How does the grammar check on Microsoft Word actually work?
Lexie log: She loves peas, but not green beans? Wouldn't touch 'em! Last night, Lexie and I watched "James and the Giant Peach" before bed. She sat next to me on the couch, and we cuddled up in our fleece penguin throw blanket (Thanks TT!). Then, I woke up at 1:30 in the morning on the couch with Lexie, I had stolen the blanket from her in my sleep, and she was face down with her legs were hanging off the side of the couch. I probably wouldn't even have woken up then, but Frank woke me when he got up for a drink of water. Lexie inherited her Dad's upper lip, she doesn't barely have one. It makes her smile sweet and pixie like, and her pout adorable. Daddy has added "Wuz up!" to her vocabulary.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, blue skies, friends, dreams, cheese, pools of water, and parents.
Lucas, Jason, and Lexie at Lexie's two year birthday party last month. That funky purple thing is a BooBah. Not really sure what a BooBah is yet. PattyAnn and Amy sitting in the background. I'm sure PattyAnn is super thrilled her photo made it to the internet. Grandpa Scotto barely visible in the back left, and best friend Tracy, well at least the upper right side of her head and face.
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Thursday, January 20, 2005
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Twinkle Twinkle Little Star...
Grammar issue. For some strange reason, I can't remember the rule for where to put punctuation when using quotation marks or parenthesis. I don't just mean right now either. I mean I can never remember! I have a distant memory of Dad explaining it to me, but I can't seem to convince myself into believing what I remember. Do you put the comma inside the ending quotation mark? What about if the quote ends the sentence? Thank God that is the most troubling dilemma I have to deal with at the moment!
Word(s) of the day: THICKET
Yesterday I noticed that both grandmothers were not so subtly hinting that they would be more than happy to watch Lexie if Frank and I wanted to go out for dinnet for our anniversary. When I think about it, we do almost everything as a family. Maybe we should go see a movie soon. I remember that when I was going nightly (six nights a week) to the gym, I felt like I never got to see her enough. I have to find the balance with how often to go. So far, three days a week seems to be a great place to start. 30 minutes on the bike, 30 on the treadmill, 10 minutes in the sauna, three las in the pool, 10 minutes in the steam room, and 10 minutes in the Jacuzzi leaves 20 minutes dressing room time. The time limit for the day care is two hours.
I'm getting a bunch of work done today. My batches are all caught up and my accounts receivable 180 days is under 5% for all four accounts. I did bring this down quite a bit over the last couple of months. Sorry CLT.
Right now, I'm on the phone with Frank while I type this. He's watching the president Bush motorcade go to the inaguration, and we're talking about all the protestors in the crowds. The crowd started chanting something, and Lexie starts chanting, "Jerry, Jerry, Jerry, Jerry," like on the Jerry Springer show. Funny.
Lexie log: Lexie loves to sing, and I love it when she sings. When I called home on my morning break, she was singing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star," and it was so very precious. Last night Lexie sat on my lap as we watched "Elmo's Favorite Song," and she bopped around in my lap to the music. Later on, we blew bubbles in the office. I am the family champion at largest bubble. At bed time, she wanted very much for me to crawl into her little bed with her and couldn't understand why I wouldn't. It was a little sad. And of course, when I woke up in the middle of the night, she was sleeping in the middle of our bed.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, nice people, music, potatoes, and weekends.
Word(s) of the day: THICKET
Yesterday I noticed that both grandmothers were not so subtly hinting that they would be more than happy to watch Lexie if Frank and I wanted to go out for dinnet for our anniversary. When I think about it, we do almost everything as a family. Maybe we should go see a movie soon. I remember that when I was going nightly (six nights a week) to the gym, I felt like I never got to see her enough. I have to find the balance with how often to go. So far, three days a week seems to be a great place to start. 30 minutes on the bike, 30 on the treadmill, 10 minutes in the sauna, three las in the pool, 10 minutes in the steam room, and 10 minutes in the Jacuzzi leaves 20 minutes dressing room time. The time limit for the day care is two hours.
I'm getting a bunch of work done today. My batches are all caught up and my accounts receivable 180 days is under 5% for all four accounts. I did bring this down quite a bit over the last couple of months. Sorry CLT.
Right now, I'm on the phone with Frank while I type this. He's watching the president Bush motorcade go to the inaguration, and we're talking about all the protestors in the crowds. The crowd started chanting something, and Lexie starts chanting, "Jerry, Jerry, Jerry, Jerry," like on the Jerry Springer show. Funny.
Lexie log: Lexie loves to sing, and I love it when she sings. When I called home on my morning break, she was singing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star," and it was so very precious. Last night Lexie sat on my lap as we watched "Elmo's Favorite Song," and she bopped around in my lap to the music. Later on, we blew bubbles in the office. I am the family champion at largest bubble. At bed time, she wanted very much for me to crawl into her little bed with her and couldn't understand why I wouldn't. It was a little sad. And of course, when I woke up in the middle of the night, she was sleeping in the middle of our bed.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, nice people, music, potatoes, and weekends.
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
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Me and Julio down by the schoolyard
I'm on my way and I don't know where I'm going...
Carrie is being an ass today. I type this only because she openly admits it just this morning. Actually, she was kind enough to buy me breakfast at Urling's Sandwich Shoppe.
The Rubber-Band ball now has a five and a half inch circumfrence.
Word(s) of the day: MORON
Yesterday's word of the day way: BLANK
Query: Is it strange to cremate a mouse?
Dormant creative ideas: Coffee table picture book of public restrooms around the continent. Coffee table picture book of lost items, found by me...maybe a little too odd. Coffee table picture book of people's doodles. Have people around the world send me their doodles and I put them all in a book with their name and any short comments.
Ok, enough with the semicolon entries.
Last night I got a terrific foot rub from Frank. We took turns as an anniversary gift.
I have to remember not to read other people's blog before I type up mine. I beat myself up and think theirs are better, so my mind goes blank. There is one particular blog that a couple of us at work read daily now, I hope she doesn't mind if I mention it here, but oh well, public internet and all. She has a great wit and two children and it if fun to read her posts. She is at onebadmum.blogspot.com
Lexie log: She loves bananas, peas, corn, oatmeal raisin cookies, and her absolute favorite food is ketchup. She twirls her hair into around her index finger while she drinks milk. The knots are are a pain, but it is terribly cute. When she was still nursing, I used to twirl her hair and she would play with mine, so it is a very sentimental thing for me. Her daddy is teaching her to say, "Mommy went to work to make a penny." She knows, and is still learning, a few sign language words; milk, eat, banana, where, cookie, and water. She is infatuated with airplanes. She refuses to sleep, sometimes literally falling out wherever she can't keep her eyes open.
So much for today as this has been a severely quiet and uneventfull day.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, frogs, smiles, horseplay, macaroni and cheese, and tax refunds (I hope!)
Carrie is being an ass today. I type this only because she openly admits it just this morning. Actually, she was kind enough to buy me breakfast at Urling's Sandwich Shoppe.
The Rubber-Band ball now has a five and a half inch circumfrence.
Word(s) of the day: MORON
Yesterday's word of the day way: BLANK
Query: Is it strange to cremate a mouse?
Dormant creative ideas: Coffee table picture book of public restrooms around the continent. Coffee table picture book of lost items, found by me...maybe a little too odd. Coffee table picture book of people's doodles. Have people around the world send me their doodles and I put them all in a book with their name and any short comments.
Ok, enough with the semicolon entries.
Last night I got a terrific foot rub from Frank. We took turns as an anniversary gift.
I have to remember not to read other people's blog before I type up mine. I beat myself up and think theirs are better, so my mind goes blank. There is one particular blog that a couple of us at work read daily now, I hope she doesn't mind if I mention it here, but oh well, public internet and all. She has a great wit and two children and it if fun to read her posts. She is at onebadmum.blogspot.com
Lexie log: She loves bananas, peas, corn, oatmeal raisin cookies, and her absolute favorite food is ketchup. She twirls her hair into around her index finger while she drinks milk. The knots are are a pain, but it is terribly cute. When she was still nursing, I used to twirl her hair and she would play with mine, so it is a very sentimental thing for me. Her daddy is teaching her to say, "Mommy went to work to make a penny." She knows, and is still learning, a few sign language words; milk, eat, banana, where, cookie, and water. She is infatuated with airplanes. She refuses to sleep, sometimes literally falling out wherever she can't keep her eyes open.
So much for today as this has been a severely quiet and uneventfull day.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, frogs, smiles, horseplay, macaroni and cheese, and tax refunds (I hope!)
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
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Happy Anniversary Baby!
Wow, Saturaday ice storm, now it's a balmy 63 degrees. Fans on, windows open. Time for a siesta!
It my husband and my wedding anniversary today! Happy anniversary, sweepee, I love you! In my opinion we have a least two "songs." Reminiscing by the Little River Band, and Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison. I will have to check and see with Frank, what he thinks.
I had a Dr. appointment this morning. Blood pressure down, yeah! Also both the nurse and Dr. agreed that I should get a medical alert bracelet for allergy.
I should really type my blog before I eat, because afterwards my brain turns to mush. I'm not sure how I get any work accomplished.
Lexie log:
She does not like wearing hats of any type. She does not like to be shown how to do something. She wants to figure everything out on her own. She absolutely loves to be scared and to play hide and seek and chase around the house. She is learning the names of our cats very well. She doesn't like peanut butter. She likes to pretend she is a puppy and she likes to hide under Mommy's night gown. Lexie is a little human furnace. She will not sleep with any covers on, ever. She has a little spaz fit if you try to tuck her in. When she sleeps with us, she plays with my hair in her sleep.
Quiet uneventful work day. Oh, yeah except for around 8:30 this morning when Val jumped around the corner and scared the crap out of me. I literally screamed, and I stubbed my toe on my garbage can. Other than that, just posting insurance payments, one after the other.
I'm hoping to do some serious grocery shopping this weekend. We haven't gone since mid December. In fact, seems like our whole routine got out of wack between Lexie's birthday and Frank's. Why is it so hard to get back on track? It's almost like the fact that I know we will get back on track is part of the "thing" that is preventing me from worrying about it. A strange conundrum. I have Scarlet O'hara syndrome. "...Not today, I can't think about that today...I'll think about that tomorrow, after all, tomorrow is just another day." Boy am I going to miss salt!
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, motivation, wind, baby pictures, coffee, windows, hearing, little tiny fingers, and watermelon.
It my husband and my wedding anniversary today! Happy anniversary, sweepee, I love you! In my opinion we have a least two "songs." Reminiscing by the Little River Band, and Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison. I will have to check and see with Frank, what he thinks.
I had a Dr. appointment this morning. Blood pressure down, yeah! Also both the nurse and Dr. agreed that I should get a medical alert bracelet for allergy.
I should really type my blog before I eat, because afterwards my brain turns to mush. I'm not sure how I get any work accomplished.
Lexie log:
She does not like wearing hats of any type. She does not like to be shown how to do something. She wants to figure everything out on her own. She absolutely loves to be scared and to play hide and seek and chase around the house. She is learning the names of our cats very well. She doesn't like peanut butter. She likes to pretend she is a puppy and she likes to hide under Mommy's night gown. Lexie is a little human furnace. She will not sleep with any covers on, ever. She has a little spaz fit if you try to tuck her in. When she sleeps with us, she plays with my hair in her sleep.
Quiet uneventful work day. Oh, yeah except for around 8:30 this morning when Val jumped around the corner and scared the crap out of me. I literally screamed, and I stubbed my toe on my garbage can. Other than that, just posting insurance payments, one after the other.
I'm hoping to do some serious grocery shopping this weekend. We haven't gone since mid December. In fact, seems like our whole routine got out of wack between Lexie's birthday and Frank's. Why is it so hard to get back on track? It's almost like the fact that I know we will get back on track is part of the "thing" that is preventing me from worrying about it. A strange conundrum. I have Scarlet O'hara syndrome. "...Not today, I can't think about that today...I'll think about that tomorrow, after all, tomorrow is just another day." Boy am I going to miss salt!
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, motivation, wind, baby pictures, coffee, windows, hearing, little tiny fingers, and watermelon.
Monday, January 17, 2005
Gloomy gloom
See spot sit and type.
It is a gloomy Monday, full of silence and warm/cool rain (sounds like a laundry setting). I'm glad, and I'm enjoying it. I'm sitting at my desk at lunch and it is quiet in the office. I can hear traffic splashing through the 42nd street intersection outside my window. Gee what a relaxing day at work. No laughing, no fighting, no traumas or emergencies. Even though everyone (except Tami) is here, it is still peaceful.
Lexie and I fell asleep on the couch last night watching the dog show. Didn't even see who one. It sure was sweet to wake up with her curled up on me on the couch though. She's already trying to act adult-like sometimes. She sits next to me and has a very "proper" conversation...except that only one or two of the words actually exist in the Merriam-Webster dictionary. So far, her terrible twos have been ok.
Word(s) of the Day: DIDDLY SQUAT
Doctor's appointment tomorrow at 11:15. This week is payday. Banks aren't open today and I'm out of Diet Cherry Coke. I guess I'm one of the few people who just doesn't enjoy Desparate Houswives. Tried to watch it, couldn't get into it. Our backdoor neighboor got chickens this summer. Odd. She ran electrical underground out to the shed and converted it to a chicken coup. The stay out in chicken fence durring the day, go in at night. Frank is concerned that our two resident racoons may get them. Two of his mothers ducks met their fate that way. I don't think so though. So what made this strange subject pop into my head? For the last couple of days it looks like she is building an extension to their living area, almost like a chicken run. Oh yeah, she has two of the largest dogs I have ever seen. She thinks we're crazy because we are sometimes loud. Frank and I watched a really interesting documentary on chickens on OPB last weekend.
This has been chicken talk.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, chickens, rain, stories, and happiness.
It is a gloomy Monday, full of silence and warm/cool rain (sounds like a laundry setting). I'm glad, and I'm enjoying it. I'm sitting at my desk at lunch and it is quiet in the office. I can hear traffic splashing through the 42nd street intersection outside my window. Gee what a relaxing day at work. No laughing, no fighting, no traumas or emergencies. Even though everyone (except Tami) is here, it is still peaceful.
Lexie and I fell asleep on the couch last night watching the dog show. Didn't even see who one. It sure was sweet to wake up with her curled up on me on the couch though. She's already trying to act adult-like sometimes. She sits next to me and has a very "proper" conversation...except that only one or two of the words actually exist in the Merriam-Webster dictionary. So far, her terrible twos have been ok.
Word(s) of the Day: DIDDLY SQUAT
Doctor's appointment tomorrow at 11:15. This week is payday. Banks aren't open today and I'm out of Diet Cherry Coke. I guess I'm one of the few people who just doesn't enjoy Desparate Houswives. Tried to watch it, couldn't get into it. Our backdoor neighboor got chickens this summer. Odd. She ran electrical underground out to the shed and converted it to a chicken coup. The stay out in chicken fence durring the day, go in at night. Frank is concerned that our two resident racoons may get them. Two of his mothers ducks met their fate that way. I don't think so though. So what made this strange subject pop into my head? For the last couple of days it looks like she is building an extension to their living area, almost like a chicken run. Oh yeah, she has two of the largest dogs I have ever seen. She thinks we're crazy because we are sometimes loud. Frank and I watched a really interesting documentary on chickens on OPB last weekend.
This has been chicken talk.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, chickens, rain, stories, and happiness.
Sunday, January 16, 2005
Are you ready for some football, couch hashbrown?
Ice Storm 2005! The only thing on t.v. this weekend is ice storm coverage and Football. It has been a wonderfully relaxing weekend so far. Haven't been out of the house since Friday. The predicted ice storm actually did arrive and the network news stations had a field day with it. Right now they are covering "The Thaw". No kidding, one channel acutally has "The Thaw" in huge, bold, capital letters underneath the video. Mom made it to work yesterday, left a couple hours early to beat the refreeze, and didn't have to go in today, so that all worked out fine. Role reversal; I was getting ready to sit around and wait for her to call me and tell me she had made it home from work ok. So right before she usually leaves, I called Dad to tell him to make sure she calls me, and he tells me she's been home for a couple hours. She comes on the phone all sleepy and cuddly sounding, and I feel like scolding her for not calling me, but I don't. Hehehe.
As usual, Lexie is a blast! We have such a good time! Her favorite activity currently is bath/shower time. She is truly a water baby. Next to that is her swing, but it is just too cold for that lately. After that, she is pretty fond of bubbles. And boy does she love to sing! Any chance she gets she is singing. She really loves animated musicals, like the Lion King, that she can sing along with. Right now, while I type, she is watching it for the umpteenth time and I can hear her singing, "I just can't wait to be king".
The night before last I dreamt that Dad wrote "Across the Nightingale Floor" under a pseudonym. What a strange and colorful dream. My uncle Fred had a parrallel universe counterpart with a different last name, and they were both marine biologists in Mexico and Florida. There were gunfights and covert operations, burnt out cars on cliffsides and secret passages.
The picture of the ice storm is actually from Mom's house out in Yamhill.
Yesterday we watched the Steelers barely win against the Jets, then we cooked up a batch of cheesy hashbrown creamy chicken soup caserol...my favorite. Then we watched the Falcons slam the Rams. Today we start off with the Eagles against the Vikings, so far it looks like the Eagles. In fact, sounds like half time is over, so I'm back out to the couch. Wow, we must be cheesy hashbrown couch patatoes this weekend!
Grateful for Frank and Lexie, football playoffs, Tiki's go outside-get dirty-come inside-walk all over FrankandhisAlpacablanket with your wet dirt feet, Lexie singing, and water.
As usual, Lexie is a blast! We have such a good time! Her favorite activity currently is bath/shower time. She is truly a water baby. Next to that is her swing, but it is just too cold for that lately. After that, she is pretty fond of bubbles. And boy does she love to sing! Any chance she gets she is singing. She really loves animated musicals, like the Lion King, that she can sing along with. Right now, while I type, she is watching it for the umpteenth time and I can hear her singing, "I just can't wait to be king".
The night before last I dreamt that Dad wrote "Across the Nightingale Floor" under a pseudonym. What a strange and colorful dream. My uncle Fred had a parrallel universe counterpart with a different last name, and they were both marine biologists in Mexico and Florida. There were gunfights and covert operations, burnt out cars on cliffsides and secret passages.
The picture of the ice storm is actually from Mom's house out in Yamhill.
Yesterday we watched the Steelers barely win against the Jets, then we cooked up a batch of cheesy hashbrown creamy chicken soup caserol...my favorite. Then we watched the Falcons slam the Rams. Today we start off with the Eagles against the Vikings, so far it looks like the Eagles. In fact, sounds like half time is over, so I'm back out to the couch. Wow, we must be cheesy hashbrown couch patatoes this weekend!
Grateful for Frank and Lexie, football playoffs, Tiki's go outside-get dirty-come inside-walk all over FrankandhisAlpacablanket with your wet dirt feet, Lexie singing, and water.
Friday, January 14, 2005
Captain Caaaaaaaaveman!
Why are all Canadians funny? Not just comedians, but the entire Canadian population.
I am seriously mad and disapointed in myself for listening to gossipy info and letting it rile me up yesterday. Turns out the ski trip didn't include LB after all. I am humilated that I was so fretful and surly about it yesterday.
Word(s) of the Day: BIDDY BIDDY BOP
Fun work discussion of the day: Saturday morning cartoons.
Las Tres Amigas (Val, Carrie, and I) came up with a new joke today. New joke! I don't think this one has ever been done so we get credit for it unless anyone else can show where it is in writing before today's date. Ok, the new joke is...
What doe's a Son of a Gun look like?
A 'b b gun'!
hehe.
I'm pretty lazy today, so this will probably be a short entry.
Dentist appointment went well yesterday. Got home a little early and we watched 50 First Dates. It started out pretty darn slow and lame, but ended up being a cute, sweet, semi-amusing flick.
There is a big ice storm scare today for this weekend. The parking lot at Albertson's this morning looked like a lot of black ice (no pun intended). Two accidents (one fatal) within a couple miles of our house, one on T.V. highway, the other by Baseline. Both are suspected to be caused by icy conditions. I'm going to try to pick anything up we may need from the store on the way home. I'm actually leaving in a couple hours (early) so that I don't have to deal with too much freaky people. I'm really not sure how big a deal this is supposed to be, but the radio this morning made it sound big. They (announcers and Oregon dept of transportation) actually advised everyone to do shopping today. Eeek, don't want to run into that mess. It is very very windy here right now and a super cold chill is falling off the window I sit next to. I'm also very concerned about Momsy going to work tomorrow morning. She lives in the boonies and travels a bit to work at an unearthly hour. The worst mix for the "IMPENDING STORM TREACHARY!" Well, I have to get my drama worked in here somewhere. No, seriously, I am little worried about this, but they do have snow tires on the new Saturn Vue, so should be OK. Besides, if it's that bad, she won't even be able to make it out of their little forest gully up the drive. Hmm... I'm just looked back and had to laugh at the fact that I actually said I was feeling lazy so I wasn't going to type much!
The deli guy at the Fred Meyer's we go to is the best. He has the most warm and peaceful smile and he treats everyone so kindly. He gave Lexie a free serving of Macaroni when we were there last night.
Lexie likes to grab me by the hand and walk me around the house now. It's awesome. She still calls grapes, apples. Last night her she had peas and macaroni and cheese for dinner. For desert, she had two slices of cheese, grapes, and an oatmeal raisin cookie.
What are Boobahs anyway? I went to their website, no answer there. However I can't wait to show it to Lexie at home. Also, I'm sure it's more amusing with a soundcard.
OK, enough with the Lemon spray again. Bugeeze. Mmmm, it's mixed with a great butt aroma too! There's supposed to be no dumping in the upstairs bathroom! Carrie (hehehehe) says that no one notices when she leaves a package. I asked if it because her poop don't stink, she says, no, she has a "new technique". I laugh so hard and can't stop, so I can't get a description of the "No snoop poop technique". Still laughing, and other people who have no idea at what I'm laughing at start laughing as they walk by. Then Val makes fun of my laugh by sounding like a bird and Barb says she thought I was going to lay an egg. Aha! I have found my inner bird laugh!
Ok, time go. Stay warm. Many prayers for the homeless and anyone not in comfort.
Today I am grateful for Frank and Lexie, laughter, car heaters, coffee, dental floss, shelter, cats, comfort food, and all the little amenities that we take for granted in this day and age and wealth.
I am seriously mad and disapointed in myself for listening to gossipy info and letting it rile me up yesterday. Turns out the ski trip didn't include LB after all. I am humilated that I was so fretful and surly about it yesterday.
Word(s) of the Day: BIDDY BIDDY BOP
Fun work discussion of the day: Saturday morning cartoons.
Las Tres Amigas (Val, Carrie, and I) came up with a new joke today. New joke! I don't think this one has ever been done so we get credit for it unless anyone else can show where it is in writing before today's date. Ok, the new joke is...
What doe's a Son of a Gun look like?
A 'b b gun'!
hehe.
I'm pretty lazy today, so this will probably be a short entry.
Dentist appointment went well yesterday. Got home a little early and we watched 50 First Dates. It started out pretty darn slow and lame, but ended up being a cute, sweet, semi-amusing flick.
There is a big ice storm scare today for this weekend. The parking lot at Albertson's this morning looked like a lot of black ice (no pun intended). Two accidents (one fatal) within a couple miles of our house, one on T.V. highway, the other by Baseline. Both are suspected to be caused by icy conditions. I'm going to try to pick anything up we may need from the store on the way home. I'm actually leaving in a couple hours (early) so that I don't have to deal with too much freaky people. I'm really not sure how big a deal this is supposed to be, but the radio this morning made it sound big. They (announcers and Oregon dept of transportation) actually advised everyone to do shopping today. Eeek, don't want to run into that mess. It is very very windy here right now and a super cold chill is falling off the window I sit next to. I'm also very concerned about Momsy going to work tomorrow morning. She lives in the boonies and travels a bit to work at an unearthly hour. The worst mix for the "IMPENDING STORM TREACHARY!" Well, I have to get my drama worked in here somewhere. No, seriously, I am little worried about this, but they do have snow tires on the new Saturn Vue, so should be OK. Besides, if it's that bad, she won't even be able to make it out of their little forest gully up the drive. Hmm... I'm just looked back and had to laugh at the fact that I actually said I was feeling lazy so I wasn't going to type much!
The deli guy at the Fred Meyer's we go to is the best. He has the most warm and peaceful smile and he treats everyone so kindly. He gave Lexie a free serving of Macaroni when we were there last night.
Lexie likes to grab me by the hand and walk me around the house now. It's awesome. She still calls grapes, apples. Last night her she had peas and macaroni and cheese for dinner. For desert, she had two slices of cheese, grapes, and an oatmeal raisin cookie.
What are Boobahs anyway? I went to their website, no answer there. However I can't wait to show it to Lexie at home. Also, I'm sure it's more amusing with a soundcard.
OK, enough with the Lemon spray again. Bugeeze. Mmmm, it's mixed with a great butt aroma too! There's supposed to be no dumping in the upstairs bathroom! Carrie (hehehehe) says that no one notices when she leaves a package. I asked if it because her poop don't stink, she says, no, she has a "new technique". I laugh so hard and can't stop, so I can't get a description of the "No snoop poop technique". Still laughing, and other people who have no idea at what I'm laughing at start laughing as they walk by. Then Val makes fun of my laugh by sounding like a bird and Barb says she thought I was going to lay an egg. Aha! I have found my inner bird laugh!
Ok, time go. Stay warm. Many prayers for the homeless and anyone not in comfort.
Today I am grateful for Frank and Lexie, laughter, car heaters, coffee, dental floss, shelter, cats, comfort food, and all the little amenities that we take for granted in this day and age and wealth.
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Grease is the Word
Grease is the word that you heard, it's got groove it's got meaning.
Call me crazy but... Is it normal for me to be weirded out that the co-worker who I just got in a "tiff" with in yesterday's meeting (see yesterday's blog entry) is out today on a ski trip with the office manager and one of the doctors here?? Any comments? I just got a bit ruffled and surprised by this news and need to find a way around my disgust. Val just noticed that the chip on my shoulder is starting to look like a second head (ha-ha Val), and I need to check myself and my motives.
Word(s) of the day: VERUCA
So...after mentioning the movie Stepford Wives, Carrie decided she misses having a gay friend. Odd. I guess I'll have to see the movie. That made me remember some of my old friends and aquantances. Rick was a hoot! Kevin was a great friend, but too pessimistic. Dave was a total ass who took credit for my macros and tried to sue the company we worked at for discrimination. Andrea was a very classy person. Linda probably would still been a good friend if we had stayed in contact. This is starting to sound like 88 lines about 44 gay friends. Oh, whatever.
Frank once told me that the word "whatever", when used as slang, translted into "f--- you." I guess it could sometimes, but...not really. Oh whatever. See? It didn't work there, like what, am I telling myself to "f myself"?
I guess I should censor my content a little since Lexie may read this some day, but no. I don't think so.
My goal in life is to keep things as simple as possible, but I tend to want to complicate things sometimes, I think it makes me feel more important. I also want to get back to the gym thre to five nights a week; I felt sooo much better when we were doing that. I have a serious addiction to the steam room. Next week, I promise. Accountable to the blog now. And thirdly... I want my family to have a house on an island one day. No fancy landscaping, for I do have a strong dislike for yardwork. Not necessarily and ocean island, however, Mexico would be wonderful/paradise. I'd settle for something like one of the small ones in the Columbia River. I can picture Huck Finn going by on his raft.
It's Julia Louis-Dreyfus' birthday today.
Haste, homely, comely, readily.
Vitamin update: The liquid vitamins for Lexie was a flop. They reek of vitamin smell, and she wouldn't even drink it in chocolate milk. Next we will try chewable.
Rubberband ball update: Literally starting to take shape. It's finally round. I add about two rubberbands a day on average. Val asked if it would bounce like a ball, we tested, and yes it works nicely as a superball. She said she might enjoy throwing it at cars outside the window. Just joking.
Today I have a dental appointment. Fun. Strange, but I have some weird thing that I don't want to eat food before the appointment. I guess I should have scheduled it for the morning, because now I'm starving.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, food, coffee, our Accord, the Zoo, photographs, and laughter.
Call me crazy but... Is it normal for me to be weirded out that the co-worker who I just got in a "tiff" with in yesterday's meeting (see yesterday's blog entry) is out today on a ski trip with the office manager and one of the doctors here?? Any comments? I just got a bit ruffled and surprised by this news and need to find a way around my disgust. Val just noticed that the chip on my shoulder is starting to look like a second head (ha-ha Val), and I need to check myself and my motives.
Word(s) of the day: VERUCA
So...after mentioning the movie Stepford Wives, Carrie decided she misses having a gay friend. Odd. I guess I'll have to see the movie. That made me remember some of my old friends and aquantances. Rick was a hoot! Kevin was a great friend, but too pessimistic. Dave was a total ass who took credit for my macros and tried to sue the company we worked at for discrimination. Andrea was a very classy person. Linda probably would still been a good friend if we had stayed in contact. This is starting to sound like 88 lines about 44 gay friends. Oh, whatever.
Frank once told me that the word "whatever", when used as slang, translted into "f--- you." I guess it could sometimes, but...not really. Oh whatever. See? It didn't work there, like what, am I telling myself to "f myself"?
I guess I should censor my content a little since Lexie may read this some day, but no. I don't think so.
My goal in life is to keep things as simple as possible, but I tend to want to complicate things sometimes, I think it makes me feel more important. I also want to get back to the gym thre to five nights a week; I felt sooo much better when we were doing that. I have a serious addiction to the steam room. Next week, I promise. Accountable to the blog now. And thirdly... I want my family to have a house on an island one day. No fancy landscaping, for I do have a strong dislike for yardwork. Not necessarily and ocean island, however, Mexico would be wonderful/paradise. I'd settle for something like one of the small ones in the Columbia River. I can picture Huck Finn going by on his raft.
It's Julia Louis-Dreyfus' birthday today.
Haste, homely, comely, readily.
Vitamin update: The liquid vitamins for Lexie was a flop. They reek of vitamin smell, and she wouldn't even drink it in chocolate milk. Next we will try chewable.
Rubberband ball update: Literally starting to take shape. It's finally round. I add about two rubberbands a day on average. Val asked if it would bounce like a ball, we tested, and yes it works nicely as a superball. She said she might enjoy throwing it at cars outside the window. Just joking.
Today I have a dental appointment. Fun. Strange, but I have some weird thing that I don't want to eat food before the appointment. I guess I should have scheduled it for the morning, because now I'm starving.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, food, coffee, our Accord, the Zoo, photographs, and laughter.
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Ya Varmint!
Oh, I'll tell you this day just turned into a doozie! Just had an office meeting and verbally duked it out with a co-worker who (well, I don't even care if she reads this, because it's my opinion to have) is so defensive and eager to point out other people's errors. She acts infallible and ooooooeey I'm just so angered that I can actually hear sound effects from Yosemite Sam! Ya Varmint! Gits over hears sos I's can pounds ya!
Anyway, I was comforted sufficiently by the rest of the business office that I feel justified and all is well. I really should update my resume though.
Word(s) of the day: Ya Varmint!
Just to let any reader know, I sometimes cut and paste and move my blathering around, I don' t know why. Just felt like confessing this small fact. For example, the next paragraph was actually the first thing I typed today, but is looked so shocking and odd at the beginning, that I decided to move it here. What do ya think?
I'm combining everthing that has to do with fingers and post-its in one day.
Almost a moment of spiteful hatred towards someone typed hear, but changed my mind.
If anyone who works here ever reads this... Thanks for the hugs! It's like perfect, once every half hou since the meeting, someone different comes over to hug my anger away. Thanks!
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, my c0-workers (even you LB), honest, clear-conscience, freedom from emotional burden, BLOG catharsis/mental cleansing, cuddly cats, Zoloft, and supportive parents (who somehow support you when they're not even there. I mean, Mom, I thought of you when I typed all this out and it was like you were there in my head to support me and cheer me on even though you don't know about it yet).
Anyway, I was comforted sufficiently by the rest of the business office that I feel justified and all is well. I really should update my resume though.
Word(s) of the day: Ya Varmint!
Just to let any reader know, I sometimes cut and paste and move my blathering around, I don' t know why. Just felt like confessing this small fact. For example, the next paragraph was actually the first thing I typed today, but is looked so shocking and odd at the beginning, that I decided to move it here. What do ya think?
I'm combining everthing that has to do with fingers and post-its in one day.
Almost a moment of spiteful hatred towards someone typed hear, but changed my mind.
If anyone who works here ever reads this... Thanks for the hugs! It's like perfect, once every half hou since the meeting, someone different comes over to hug my anger away. Thanks!
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, my c0-workers (even you LB), honest, clear-conscience, freedom from emotional burden, BLOG catharsis/mental cleansing, cuddly cats, Zoloft, and supportive parents (who somehow support you when they're not even there. I mean, Mom, I thought of you when I typed all this out and it was like you were there in my head to support me and cheer me on even though you don't know about it yet).
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Sunshine on my Shoulders...
♬♩♪ Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy…. ♬♩♪
So far it's kind of quiet and somber here at the office this morning. I mean quiet and somber in a humorous way, as we just received notice via our monthly employee flyer, "The Buzz", advising us to behave ourselves. No kidding! A small reminder from the employee handbook on self-conduct that instructs us that..."Employees are asked to conduct themselves in a quiet, friendly and interested manner at all times. Obscene, abusive language, malicious gossip, spreading rumors, fighting with, threatening, intimidating, or coercing fellow employees on premises are not acceptable behaviors." No children...Behave! So funny! I wonder what prompted this reminder.
Word(s) of the day: FLAMINGO SOUP
Close runner up; MISSY ELLIOT
If I wiggle my tongue back and forth really fast, touching the insides of my bottom teeth, it makes the sound of a helicopter off in the distance in my head. Grammar anyone?
Lemon headache. Someone used too much biological odor eliminator in the room of rest. Now windows are open, fans spinning, lips flapping, sinuses burning, head aching. General consensus is that the contracted workers are causing some noticeable olfactory violations in our areas as of late. Hmmmmm. Lemons in my eyes will make me cry.
Oh well, off to work again.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, people supporting tsunami victims through donations and prayers, sit and spins, comedy, prevacid, office sound effects crew, and Neopets gossip.
Monday, January 10, 2005
Monday Monday...
♫ ♪ Bah-da Bah-da-da-da… ♫ ♪ Bah-da Bah-da-da-da…♫ ♪♫ ♪ Monday, Monday… ♫ ♪
Per Val, rent the movie, "Transporter", good action/Kung-Fu movie.
Odd words that pop into my head for no reason are called, "Word(s) of the Day". Today's Word(s) of the day is: BOK CHOY.
My friend TT is having awful foot surger on Wednesday. We looked up pictures on the WEB, and O-la-la, it looks icky! Sawing into the bone, cutting out wedges of bone. This after shaving off the bunion. Oooof!
Many co-workers are talking about all the black ice and slick roads this morning. Lots of people had a sheet of ice covering their driveways and cars. Hmm... It was perfectly fine at our house. I'm glad Mom didn't have to work at 5:00am.
I started a rubber band ball at work last week. It's up to about six or seven rubber bands.
I just listened to my baby sleeping over the phone on my break. Frank says she's rolled up like a potato bug all curled up on the bed. Then he put the phone up to her mouth and I listened to her sleep/breathe. Oh, how soothing.
It really bothers me when people say that they are "bored." There is always something to do, just not always the most appealing thing, but there is alwasy something to keep a person occupied. Boredom equals laziness. There is nothing wrong with laziness, just not laziness to excess.
I miss Coffee Mate. Oh yah, need shopping list. Here goes:
Deodorant (Mitchum)
Baby Wipes
PolyViSol liquid vitamins
Mixed grain cereal
low-carb ketchup
Kraft cheese singles
apple sauce
Colby Jack cheese
Diet Cherry Coke
2% milk
Budget Gourmet Mac and Cheese
I want to at home with my family right now.
It's George Foreman's birthday.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, plants and animals, kindess and generosity, happiness and laughter, water, and senses.
Saturday, January 08, 2005
Sleeping in Saturday
It's 11:38 and I've slept darn near all day. I woke up at 11:00, feeling still tired after almost twelve hours of sleep. Got up starving, argued about breakfest, fed Lexie, turned in cans at Freddy's, ate a chicken parmesean sandwich Frank bought me, watched the first half of a horrible game between the SeaHawks and the Rams, slept till 6:15. Watched a very decent game between the Jets and the Chargers, (Brees really sucks!!), Listened to Frank talk on the phone to Robert, watched Lexie play, played with Lexie. Frank is cooking us dinner now, at almost midnight? Chili Hamburger with Cream Cheese ala yum. Oh well, dinner will be good, playing with Lexie is happiness, what a short long day. Going to Grandma Betty's tomorrow. Lexie is watching me type away, playing with a bottle of sunscreen...Wait a minute... Hey, Lexie, put that down! Thank-you! Now she is dressing up in a beautiful dark purple scarf and trying on Mommy's shoes. House smells of cooking hamburger. How is it that I slept over 80% of the day away and now I am tired? Woke up at 4:28 am to a soaking wet dirty (I mean poopy dirt) diaper baby and had a early morning baby bath.
Grateful for Frank and Lexie, sleeping in, baths, and nothing else right now.
Grateful for Frank and Lexie, sleeping in, baths, and nothing else right now.
Friday, January 07, 2005
Friday Funk
Lunch time again!
Bitch session: I am surly and irritable today. The building I work in started out as a house over sixty years ago. Since then, multiple additions have been added on to it to accomiate a growing practice of 20 doctors. The HVAC system is a nightmare. In the summer we melt, in the winter we freeze... usually. Today the boiler has been on since before I got here, and the heat is increasing my irritability. Since when does it ever have to be in the upper 70's indoors?
I hardly ever get angry patients on the phone, but today was an exception. Mrs. "patient" was already in a snit when she called and her hostility set me off. I'm glad it's almost the weekend. Nothing planned but sleep and play.
Watched The Terminal last night. Decent movie. Started out a little slow, but it was cute and funny. I love Albertson's movie rentals, .99 cents for a new release Mon-Thur! Our DVD player is going on the blink though... Every movie we watch, we fight with the entertainment center to keep from a blank blue screen. Not very entertaining. I guess we'lll have to start looking around for a new player.
Basically, I'm just not very interesting today. Just kind of fussy and curmudgeonly.
Today I'm grateful for Frank & Lexie, audio books, Acorn slippers, laughter, electricity, winter cuddles, and my "cool breeze" personal fan.
Bitch session: I am surly and irritable today. The building I work in started out as a house over sixty years ago. Since then, multiple additions have been added on to it to accomiate a growing practice of 20 doctors. The HVAC system is a nightmare. In the summer we melt, in the winter we freeze... usually. Today the boiler has been on since before I got here, and the heat is increasing my irritability. Since when does it ever have to be in the upper 70's indoors?
I hardly ever get angry patients on the phone, but today was an exception. Mrs. "patient" was already in a snit when she called and her hostility set me off. I'm glad it's almost the weekend. Nothing planned but sleep and play.
Watched The Terminal last night. Decent movie. Started out a little slow, but it was cute and funny. I love Albertson's movie rentals, .99 cents for a new release Mon-Thur! Our DVD player is going on the blink though... Every movie we watch, we fight with the entertainment center to keep from a blank blue screen. Not very entertaining. I guess we'lll have to start looking around for a new player.
Basically, I'm just not very interesting today. Just kind of fussy and curmudgeonly.
Today I'm grateful for Frank & Lexie, audio books, Acorn slippers, laughter, electricity, winter cuddles, and my "cool breeze" personal fan.
Thursday, January 06, 2005
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January 6, 2005 Lunch break
I am bored at work at lunch. I work at Broadway Medical Clinic in the business office. I post insurance payments to patient accounts, answer phones, create reports for administration, and do some occasional IT support (which I hate!) I love computers, well at least software, and thought that I would someday have an IT job. My parents put me through Tech school (Have I mentioned yet how much I love and adore my parents?). I have an Associates in Computer Networking and Technology Systems from ITT Tech. I would probably be a decent IT gal except for two problems; I don't enjoy certain aspects of the work, and I hate/don't understand hardware. I like to mess with software applications, and I don't like hardware troubleshooting. I guess I would rather create things than fix them. So, the help desk portion of IT is frustrating and troubling for me. That's OK though! I am almost completely over the minute layer of pseudo-guilt at having had my education fully scholarshiped a-la Mom and Dad only to remain working in the Health Care industry, and not even on the clinical side. You know why? I do. It's because I'm still happy, relatively healthy, and enjoy my job. My family is far from financially stable, but what would being rich accomplish if I hated what I did every day. Ok, ok, so I've rambled on about my vocational thoughts at this time, and my lunch break is over. This is fun! Today I am grateful for Frank, Alexis, my cats, my parents, my job, coffee, human spell-checkers, co-workers (not just cuz' I know you're going to read this Carrie!), high thread-count sheets, reclining couches, watching movies with Frank, and all the colors of the rainbow.
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
Prologue: January 5, 2005
I got the idea of having my own BLOG from my Auntie Susie. She started her and her husband Rich's BLOG "RVODESSEY" to chronicle their adventure traveling the US in their fifth wheel. Yes they are complete nomads with their only home running on unleaded. I so much love to read her BLOG entries that I decided to start my own. I hope it's fun for me to read some day in the future. I also hope it can act as a diary for my daughter to read some day. Since I have been so
bad at keeping her baby book, maybe I can record some neat stuff hear. Sometimes I just feel like writing, so this may very well be strange unrelated thoughts that mean nothing to anyone but me, and to hell with grammar. Yeah!
bad at keeping her baby book, maybe I can record some neat stuff hear. Sometimes I just feel like writing, so this may very well be strange unrelated thoughts that mean nothing to anyone but me, and to hell with grammar. Yeah!
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