Sigh. On Wednesday we got a note from the franchise Mother Ship saying that mid-year financials were due that day. Guess what I am doing this weekend. A balance sheet. Sure, in my past life I was a tax attorney, but we had accountants for any number crunching that was required. This all sounds very, very painful.
Has anybody been watching Gallery Girls. I am embarassed to say I've watched two episodes. Goodness those are some terrible young women. I hope they are not representative of most young women. However, I've known a few from New York and I have reason to believe there is some truth there. That being said, Big Rich Texas was in no way no how representative of Dallas.
Friday, August 24, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
Back to Reality
Coming back to TWO full time jobs after 8 days in Hawaii is hard. Especially when, after a week of zen, your flight home is a red eye. Don't do it. The red eye. Do do Hawaii. It was amazing. I, the self-professed city girl, even appreciated nature in Hawaii.
There was something about it that felt peaceful and safe. Being there, I was finally able to let my mom go . . . that is, I finally let her rest in peace. My counselor tells me this means that she will come back to me now. And I do have to say, there has been a peace and a happiness and a lightness about me I haven't known for a long time.
There was something about it that felt peaceful and safe. Being there, I was finally able to let my mom go . . . that is, I finally let her rest in peace. My counselor tells me this means that she will come back to me now. And I do have to say, there has been a peace and a happiness and a lightness about me I haven't known for a long time.
Monday, August 6, 2012
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Really? Again.
I friggin' hate tamoxifen. And, yes, this is another post about how I hate tamoxifen. The regular migraines. The weight gain despite eating less. The irritability.
OH THE IRRITABILITY. (On the other hand, it's not too much to ask that all the laundry - the socks, the underwear, the pants the swimsuits and the sweatshirts don't all go in the same drawer. I think most people have a reasonable expectation, and expedite in practice, the theory that separate items of clothing belong in separate drawers.)
My poor family. There is nothing NOTHING they can say to me right now that is going to be a reasonable statement, comment, or question. Because my hair looks terrible and I am very tired. Ten hours just doesn't cut it anymore. Also I want to petition right now that synchronized diving is no longer an olympic sport. If that can be an olympic sport then so can Zumba.
And my poor son. Never in his eleven years has he ever once been prepared for school or summer camp the night before. But today, for the first time ever, I snapped at him about it. (That being said, it's good to know he can be scared of me. That could come in handy in a few years.)
Anyway, my husband wants me to stop taking this drug. I DON'T KNOW WHY HE CAN'T JUST BE FRIGGIN HAPPY THAT I AM DOING THIS SO HE HAS A BETTER CHANCE OF HAVING ME AROUND FOR LONGER.
OH THE IRRITABILITY. (On the other hand, it's not too much to ask that all the laundry - the socks, the underwear, the pants the swimsuits and the sweatshirts don't all go in the same drawer. I think most people have a reasonable expectation, and expedite in practice, the theory that separate items of clothing belong in separate drawers.)
My poor family. There is nothing NOTHING they can say to me right now that is going to be a reasonable statement, comment, or question. Because my hair looks terrible and I am very tired. Ten hours just doesn't cut it anymore. Also I want to petition right now that synchronized diving is no longer an olympic sport. If that can be an olympic sport then so can Zumba.
And my poor son. Never in his eleven years has he ever once been prepared for school or summer camp the night before. But today, for the first time ever, I snapped at him about it. (That being said, it's good to know he can be scared of me. That could come in handy in a few years.)
Anyway, my husband wants me to stop taking this drug. I DON'T KNOW WHY HE CAN'T JUST BE FRIGGIN HAPPY THAT I AM DOING THIS SO HE HAS A BETTER CHANCE OF HAVING ME AROUND FOR LONGER.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Party On
Y'all. I'm hosting a big party. The last time I hosted a party, jell-o shots played a predominate role in the menu, so you know its been awhile. In my defense, they were white grape/champagne jell-o shots because I was throwing a classy party.
I am fairly confident, however, that the music will be the same.
I wish I could tell you the theme but all my friends are so excited about the theme that they have been googling the theme and getting stuff to share at the party. And we can't have them finding this blog, as herein we have discussed that at least one of them needs rehab. And after much discussion with my counselor, it is not my place to intervene. However, I can provide very small wine glasses. Or, in reality, normal size wine glasses it's just at some point everybody I know started serving wine in water goblets so we could all say, "Oh I just had two glasses." Two glasses that hold one bottle of wine. Because if you actually look in the wine glass section at Crate and Barrel you wonder when they started selling glass thimbles.
Anyway, this was all just a big excuse to buy a pair of earrings and I couldn't justify the earrings unless I had a place to where them, and I wasn't going to come across that place unless I created it myself. So, a pair of $35 earrings and here we are . . .
I am fairly confident, however, that the music will be the same.
I wish I could tell you the theme but all my friends are so excited about the theme that they have been googling the theme and getting stuff to share at the party. And we can't have them finding this blog, as herein we have discussed that at least one of them needs rehab. And after much discussion with my counselor, it is not my place to intervene. However, I can provide very small wine glasses. Or, in reality, normal size wine glasses it's just at some point everybody I know started serving wine in water goblets so we could all say, "Oh I just had two glasses." Two glasses that hold one bottle of wine. Because if you actually look in the wine glass section at Crate and Barrel you wonder when they started selling glass thimbles.
Anyway, this was all just a big excuse to buy a pair of earrings and I couldn't justify the earrings unless I had a place to where them, and I wasn't going to come across that place unless I created it myself. So, a pair of $35 earrings and here we are . . .
Monday, July 23, 2012
No Piggies
Can we say that if you are over the age of 60 you are not allowed to put your hair in pigtails. In fact, can we say that if you are over the age of 5 you are not allowed to put your hair in pigtails. Pretty much 60 is not close to 5 so there is really no room for interpretation here.
If only I had my camera. I promise that when I upgrade my phone on August 18th I will use said phone to record these things. (Did I tell you my Nikon digital just died. Just one day died. May it rest in peace. I liked my Cannon digital better anyway. And my phone and the camera thereon is on its last legs, having nothing to do with the fact that for the past two years I have dropped it at least once daily because the ergonomics of carrying a chai and a cell phone in the same hand while opening a door are not great.)
I will also record my weekend trips. You know I am not a Rocky Mountain person.
However.
I am madly in love with Steamboat Springs. It is perfect. There is a paved bike trail along the Yampa River, a waterfall hike, usually a hot air balloon taking off by the tennis center, and fairly decent Tex-Mex. And do you know what I totally love about it - it is completely unpretentious. This coming from me who never minded a little pretention (as in Dallas pretention, not I am cooler than you because I am outfitted for mountain climbing at a moments notice pretention). Anyway, everybody is welcome and everybody is friendly in Steamboat Springs. (Except apparently for me who cannot abide by blonde old ladies wearing pigtails. But come on. That's just icky. That's icky like the word panties or that scum that Robert Irvine is always finding in the places on Restaurant Impossible.)
If only I had my camera. I promise that when I upgrade my phone on August 18th I will use said phone to record these things. (Did I tell you my Nikon digital just died. Just one day died. May it rest in peace. I liked my Cannon digital better anyway. And my phone and the camera thereon is on its last legs, having nothing to do with the fact that for the past two years I have dropped it at least once daily because the ergonomics of carrying a chai and a cell phone in the same hand while opening a door are not great.)
I will also record my weekend trips. You know I am not a Rocky Mountain person.
However.
I am madly in love with Steamboat Springs. It is perfect. There is a paved bike trail along the Yampa River, a waterfall hike, usually a hot air balloon taking off by the tennis center, and fairly decent Tex-Mex. And do you know what I totally love about it - it is completely unpretentious. This coming from me who never minded a little pretention (as in Dallas pretention, not I am cooler than you because I am outfitted for mountain climbing at a moments notice pretention). Anyway, everybody is welcome and everybody is friendly in Steamboat Springs. (Except apparently for me who cannot abide by blonde old ladies wearing pigtails. But come on. That's just icky. That's icky like the word panties or that scum that Robert Irvine is always finding in the places on Restaurant Impossible.)
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Defies Belief
Last night I witnessed . . . AN ADULT LICKING HER PLATE. Licking. As in picked it up and licked it. Today I have my review with my boss over lunch. Could you imagine if I PICKED UP MY PLATE AND LICKED IT. When my husband and I spend our anniversary at the Four Seasons in Lana'i, can you imagine if I PICKED UP MY PLATE AND LICKED IT. Or just, say tonight at dinner, in front of my husband and my son . . . No. No you cannot imagine. Yet I saw something like it happen with my own eyes.
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