Some agents... wow...

I deal with all sorts of people on a daily basis. Most of the agents and assistants are wonderful. And then - there are the ones that I never forget.

T. is one of them. Wow. He must have said shit to me 15 times yesterday. I was trying to walk him thru plugging in a router. Usually, this is a simple task - two or three cables - that's it. I could tell he was not a computer kind-of-guy so I went into elementary lingo (blue cord - yellow box, etc) rather than the patch cable or the port... You get the point. I usually handle these people very well - but this guy was just so frustrated and would not even try. So - I called a tech who said he could be there first thing this morning.

So - at 8:20, T is calling wanting to know where the tech is. I had called my tech at 7am to confirm - and he was heading out then. I told T that he would be there - he was coming. T said - well, so is Jesus!

You know - I didn't know what to say at that point.

Some agents....

Back to School...

I can always tell when it is time to go back to school... The kids fight like cats and dogs OR they always fight like that and I am just sick of it! I am not sure which - but the girls have lived another summer...

Back in the day, I would stay home on the first day of school. I would make pancakes and take loads of pictures. Yea, that was a LONG time ago. AJ took pictures for me today... AJ is a smart ass....

The bedroom

Mellisa is hell bent on getting our master bedroom painted. Every single room in the house has been painted as we moved in with the builder's primer white. First, we had to unclutter. So, Chris basically moved everything he owned into a storage unit. Then, furniture rearrangement. Now, we are debating colors. I would love a darker brown (affectionately referred to as poo brown around our house) behind our headboard - and white walls. Then I thought molding would be pretty around the brown - like a frame (white around the edges). I have a lovely tree picked out to go on the edge of the molding - http://dalidecals.com/Tree-Wall-Decals-Wall-Stickers/.
Now - trying to talk Chris into it....

Busy weekend...

Chris arranged for the girls to have a sleep over on Saturday night. Both girls got to have one friend over. Then Kiel calls and says he is coming home on Friday and is bringing two players with him for the weekend. Chris and I had a party to attend on Friday night. Riley had volleyball on Friday night. Meesie and Sara decided to throw a going to college party on Saturday (luckily - this was at Sara's). AJ's bday was Sunday (yes, 25 - which makes me have more gray hair). This weekend required a lot of cooking and food (and pillows!)

Then Mellisa announces that she thinks we need a family picture done before everyone leaves again for college. So Sunday morning - we traipse to the photographer after dropping off the sleepover girls at 8am (getting four girls ready that early is NOT fun). We ditched the two friends of Kiel (which I am not sure even noticed that we left since they were still snoring when we got home).

The morning drive...

Chris and I carpool. We listen to various morning shows on the drive into work.

One of our favorites - well, it's more Chris' than mine - is the Bob & Tom show. It is juvenile humor that usually revolves around poop stories or boobs. Every once in awhile, they actually make me laugh - but usually, I am just amazed that Chris thinks they are funny!

This morning - very interesting topic. They were discussing fun things to do in your hotel room such as leave a chalk outline on the carpet for the maid - or police tape - things like that. Well, one of the listeners wrote in something that I am going to have to do. He suggested that you take Rain-X (it's a solution to put on your windshield for the rain to whisk away) and cotton swabs and write a message on the mirror. Now, the maids won't see that since it's clear but the next person that gets out of that steamy shower will! It was suggested to write something like - Did you find the video cameras? or meet me at noon in the lobby or something fun like that.

I may just have to try this!!!

Heat plus menopause - not a good combo

My, oh my, it's hot! I am not a hot weather kind of girl. I get this genetically from my grandmother.

I lived with my grandmother about every summer. She had a pool and I would teach swim lessons to the kids in the neighborhood. It was an awesome money maker and a great way to get a tan! I remember coming inside the house during breaks and turn blue from the cold! At night, I would have a zillion blankets to try and keep warm.

How times change... I am now the one trying to freeze people out.

I have a giant fan at work. My manager comes thru about every day and tries to be cute and either turns it around or turns it off or something. He doesn't realize that he is risking his own life touching my fan. I have warned him - I have witnesses. One day, I may just snap. And trust me, any female judge that has gone thru any type of menopause will let me off with a slap on the wrist!

Poor Christopher mentioned that he has a horrible runny nose. Hmmm... I wonder if it could be the ceiling fan on high in our bedroom - along with the pedestal fan at the foot of the bed - along with the little fan that I have next to my side of the bed on top of the ac duct...

And yet, I still sweat like a pig... Or is it glisten?

What were they looking for?

Our cars were broken into last night. I guess I can't say broken into as they were unlocked. We keep hoping that someone will just take the dang things!!! Anyway, Chris and I get in the ghetto van and notice that the doors are only pushed shut - not really closed. Then, everything that was in the glove box or in any of the storage drawers was thrown out. Curious. We thought maybe Mellisa was frantically searching for something?
Then - we notice the green car is in the same condition.
Now - we keep nothing in our cars. Not even CDs. I do have a package of Tums in there and some pennies but they were not taken.
We drive to work - and notice other doors open in the neighborhood.
I texted one of the high school girls - yes, her car was a mess but not even her CDs were taken.

I called the police - since nothing was taken - they didn't want to take a report. Jackie's mom is a little more demanding - she made them take a report.

Very strange - what were they looking for?

My cube life

I never thought I would end up in a cube.

I have gone thru lots of different "what I want to be when I grow up's". At one point, an oceanographer (I think that was because Roger wanted to), a pig farmer (Kip), a social worker, a teacher (even have that degree) but not one time did I ever imagine I would end up spending 7.75 hours a day in a cube!