It's my birthday bitches

I will be 30 as of this time tomorrow (or today, or Monday the 23rd, depending on when you read this)

In my mind, I guess this is a big deal. Like someone explained it to me the other day "When you're in your teens, you're a kid. When you're in your twenties, you're still really a kid, so when you're 30, it's like it's expected that you finally grew up". And that makes sense to me. I never liked Peter Pan, I always wanted to grow up. But now that I'm there, I don't want to. I set my goals a long time ago. Married by 24, mommy by 25. That all happened. And then I settled into my job, and then uprooted, got another job and a house and another beautiful baby. I wouldn't change anything about my life except the finances.

So I'm thinking 30 isn't really going to be that big of deal. And I quite honestly believe you're as old as you feel. Which is why some days I'm barely 21, and then others, I'll be 834 next week, thank you. But who doesn't? Some days are like that.

Missed Memos

I've been seeing things lately, wondering if I missed a memo some place, or if people are just that stupid.

* Wearing your pajama pants out in public. Granted, it's mostly kids I see doing this, but parents are going to start thinking that if it's what the kids are doing, it must be cool and I just want to avoid that whole scene. For reference, go to peopleofwalmart.com and see if you don't just laugh your ass off.

* Announcing every little thing on Facebook. If you're leveling up in some app, you don't have to hit publish all the damn time. Mafia Wars is great for this...if I published half that shit, you would have all shot me by now.

* Letting your kids run around like assholes all over the place. Am I the only one that watches my kids when we go anywhere?

* OR...Yelling at your children in public. Seriously? If you suck that bad that the little cretins don't listen to you, throw their asses in a cart or DON'T BRING THEM.


I think I'm crabby. I'm gonna go stay over here for another couple of weeks and see how many more memos I miss.

Wordless Wednesday

Which I am totally going to cheat on and share this story that dropped me like a sack of potatoes:

A family photo that shows a little girl beside her father and his fellow soldiers in uniform as they prepare to go to war has resonated well beyond the tight knit Bennethum clan.

Four-year-old Paige Bennethum really, really didn't want her daddy to go to Iraq.

So much so, that when Army Reservist Staff Sgt. Brett Bennethum lined up in formation at his deployment this July, she couldn't let go.

No one had the heart to pull her away.

Excuse me, there's something in my eye....

Things I can do without

The Yankees. The Twins have been playing decent baseball lately and the Yankees just piss me off. I could play baseball that well if you paid me that amount of money. My husband tells me that since they last won the World Series that they have spent 1 billion dollars. Fuck George Steinbrenner in the eye with a shitcovered stick.

MP3 players. I spent most of the day pissed off at mine. Fucking pile. Just trying to put new stuff on it. Mostly Lady Gaga and some other inane stuff, but stuff I wanted. So I got lippy with the rest of my family. No I don't feel bad, cuz I'm coming up on a short week with my kids. They are going to my mothers on Wednesday night until probably Sunday, and I will be the first to tell you I need the break. Which leads me to...

Whiny 2 year olds that don't talk...it's getting really old, as she wants the independence, but she doesn't know how to communicate it. Thankfully she is starting to work with the same people that helped out my son immensely and I know they will "fix" her, but it's still frustrating to us and her.

The weather. For the record, it was 40 degrees today. For a high. We are in a winter storm watch. Isn't that some bullshit? It's October, how can we have a winter storm? Someone missed a memo. It was a high of 35 on Saturday. We are expecting 7 inches of snow, starting either tonight or tomorrow and lasting all day and the following evening. Party on huh??

"YOU KNOW WHAT"...My boy's new favorite phrase. And it's driving me nuts. See the above rant about needing a break.

Housecleaning. Seriously, what's the point? I cleaned this morning before I even had a cup of coffee and it's destroyed again. I give up. I'm not cleaning again til they are gone. Whether that means gone later this week or in 18 years remains to be seen.

I'm going to go upstairs and hide before I bite someone. At least at work no one bothers me unless I walk out of my cubie. Here I'm open season for everyone at all times.

Random Sunday v 2.0

I think I like this...I'm two days early, or 5 days late on the meme, so it depends on how you look at it. I like to think of it as a weekly recap, or a list of things to come.

School is finally started (3 weeks ago) so I think we are into a routine. Sort of. We haven't caught the flu either that has 25% of the school down for the count. I guess it's mostly high school kids so that's nice. For us. Peanut's class is only down 3, which is probably 20%, but she said no one has the flu.

I have been baking all day, and my oven has been on all day. Its windy today, so having the windows open is nice, but it can't decide if it's going to rain or not. I made 2 kinds of carrot cake, brownies and we cooked a brisket.

Our children are hopped up on goofballs all of a sudden, and we don't know why. However nice it is to hear them getting along is negated by the fact they are running around the house like dorks and yelling very loudly. And Sweet pea is clumsy and her socks on wood floors don't help.

I really got nothin'...I spend all my time on facebook, at home and at work and I think I have a problem. :) OH well. If I had something to do at work, I wouldn't be so damn distracted. I'm bored beyond my wildest dreams, and we are almost out of busy work. It's great to be getting some of this stuff done, but with almost all of us working on it, it's getting done really fast and what are we going to do when it gets done? We're hoping we won't go back to regular 8-5 all week hours, cuz currently we get done at 3 on Fridays, and some days even that takes FOREVER.

So anyway...have a lovely week.

Random Sunday

I know it doesn't fit the meme, but you don't come here to read anything in particular, so there :P

I swear to you, we are all going to revolt at work. The last 3 week have been in upheaval. SOME SAVAGE THREW AWAY THE COFFEE SCOOP!!!! It probably went out with the last empty can, but damn. The coffee has not been the same since, and you can totally tell. It's either too strong or too weak, cuz all we're using is a plastic spoon. I think I'm going to ravage my kitchen drawers today and see if I can't find something that was close. I swear it was an 1/8 of a cup, and it's not like anyone uses those. (well i do, when it's all I can find and I only need a lousy 1/4 cup of something, but I'm sure I can part with one.)

SPEAKING OF BEING DOMESTIC....I've cooked almost every night for the last two weeks. And not just hamburger helper either. Last night I made bacon pasta. YEAH I KNOW....It was pretty awesome, except for the fact that I burned the bacon and over cooked the pasta waiting for the garlic bread. So it definitely has potential. It was bacon, fried crispy, cooked penne pasta in a whipping cream and Parmesan cheese sauce. NOM NOM NOM. The recipe called for fresh mushrooms, and I see why. It was missing just a little somethin-somethin' and I think that would do it. Meatles doesn't like them that's why I skipped it. If you want the real recipe, you both have me on facebook...hit me up.

And this morning I'm making a blueberry stuffed french toast. The last time I tried one of the baked french toasts, the consistency almost dropped me. It was gross, but this has blueberries and cream cheese and more milk than eggs, so I think it will ok. Again, recipe is available, just ask.

The other reason we are going to revolt at work is there is this one woman driving us all batshit insane for stuff to do. I taught her one thing, but I think she drove that into the ground, and she knows damn well I'm not going to teach her the rest of it, cuz I have OCD and I have to keep some semblance of order or my head will blow up. Well, that and I'm a bitch, but that went without saying. My days are filled with working in Adobe Acrobat (which I don't swear at near as much anymore, and that's all the plug they are going to get) moving papers around in there, so I can go put the papers in a different place. These next few days I have to do my actual job, which is working with invoices, but I'll have that done by noon on Monday, since there are only like 15 of them. I even went to the warehouse to dig things out of archives to FIX them in paper form, so I can rescan them into Acrobat, since the dingbat that was supposed to do that last summer apparently did it with her eyes closed.

But it is seriously slow, but I don't have anyone else to bitch about since the two girls in payroll that were trying to make climb the cubie walls left last week within a day of each other. The one started two weeks before me and the other started after me, I don't remember how long, but SHE was the one that would talk in her phone so every one within 15 miles would know that the schlomo on the other end lost his paycheck. Jesus Fuck, really? Come on. Chances are pretty good that he wasn't deaf or on a cell phone, he just couldn't speak English very well. GUH.

Anyway, my french toast is done. It was pretty fucking awesome too if I have to say so myself. The kids are picking OUT the blueberries, even though when I was making it last night, they were eating them out of the pint. Dorks.

HOLY SHIT AN UPDATE

Yeah, I know right???

And I have nothing to blame it on. Oh well yeah I do. I play Farmtown all the damn time and when I'm not playing that I'm playing Popcap's Plants vs Zombies. That game is so awesome.

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Anyway...I've been around. I've seen what you're up to, and you guys aren't really up to anything either.

I went to a water park with my sisters and now I look like I have psoriasis, cuz I'm peeling on MY CALVES. Who the hell peels on their legs??? I do apparently. Gives me something to do during coffee break instead of going postal and stabbing my coworkers.

We're all bored. We're slow. No one's building in this shitty market, and there's too many of us there. I have my list of who I'd get rid of, but of course, they would never ask me. But if the one bitch doesn't quit stealing my work, I'm going to stab her with my stapler puller.

The wonderful thing is...People are quitting left and right. I don't know if it's the rats on a sinking ship thing or what, but that makes me feel better about a layoff. Which he has said he won't do, but they laid off a bunch of other people from a "sister" firm earlier this summer. And the way some of my coworkers are keeping busy is to stand around and talk all day. Come on...

So anyway...Hopefully this will cure my bloggy block. Or I'll come unglued one of these days at work and then I'll have all the time in the world to blog. Assuming they let you have a lappy in prison :)