Camping was fun. Home now. Sicker than a dog. Back when I can pick my head up off the pillow.
When my brother was in grade school he has a class project where he had to write a letter to someone about something (the details are a bit sketchy), he chose to write to one of the helicopter pilots for a local news channel. My brother was invited to fly in the helicopter by the pilot and was on a newscast with him.
Earlier this afternoon 2 helicopters for a 2 local newstations collied and crashed. 4 men died. It is a sad, sad thing. Yes, it was years ago that my brother was a passenger, but it goes to show that you never know. I hope and pray that these men did not suffer as the pictures are horrific of the wreakage. Please keep them and their families in your thoughts.
They were following a high speed chase at the time. I am not sure they have the loser they were chasing yet or not. I hope they find him and he has lots and lots of time to and think about the tragedy that he caused by his actions. Stupid people suck.
We are leaving tomorrow after work to go camping. It is really sad that the only reason I wanted to go was because I knew we would be sleeping on the air mattress which sadly is much more comfortable than our current bed here at the summer home. Even sadder is the fact that we have no idea where the air mattress is. I am going to attempt to go to the storage unit and see if I can find it. Mind you we shoved a 2000 square foot house into a 10 x 20 space. My guess is I won’t find it. It may be time for a new air mattress.
Its been a long time since just the 3 of us went camping, we usually tend to go in a group but all of our fellow camping friends are busy this weekend. We will either come back as happy as can be or one of us will be buried in the woods by Saturday afternoon.
Now I am off to bed, we had to get up at the ass crack of dawn this morning to meet the Super on the new house. 93 working days from today, we will once again be homeowners. We also went shopping for school uniforms today. I would rather have a root canal with no novicane. I have lots and lots of pictures to upload (and a meme to answer) but Hubs phone is about dead so off to bed I go.
I work for a very small Mom and Pop, well Pop and Pop business. So small that I am the only employee. With this comes the ability to bond very quickly with the other people who are there. As you bond, you become very comfortable in your surroundings and at times forget where you are (i.e. work).
Today 2 women came into the shop and one of them very loudly announced “I remember this store, the last time I was in here people were cussing up a storm and I told them I was going to leave if they did not stop”. Bossman and I looked at each other and kind of shrugged our shoulders. Bossman asked her “Was it someone who worked here?” “Yes! she said”. We looked at each other again and Bossman said “No Shit?”. The look on her face was priceless.
I will be the first to admit that on any given day there may four or five of us (Usually myself, one of the bossmen and whatever friends happen to have stopped by) sitting around shooting the shit. 99% of the time I am the only girl so if you have any bit of an imagination you can guess how many of these conversations go. Of course the stories are always better if you throw in a few F bombs. Our business does attract for the most part “the older generation” so we do try very hard to watch what we are saying if a customer is in the store, but back to the comfort zone sometimes you just forget and oops! out it slips.
Being the only employee (Why yes, I am employee of the month every month, thank you for asking) and the one who is there more than anyone I find the story the lady was telling a bit far fetched. I think I would have remembered such a situation and had I not been there I would have heard about it as it is our goal to throw each other under the bus at every chance we get (If you can’t have fun at work, why go?). The part about the cussing? Ya got us there. Judging this womans demeanor had it truly happened the way she said? The moment she realized where she was she would have left. No shit.
I am the first to admit, I can not, can not, can not, carry a tune in a bag. Do you think this stops me from singing along to everything and anything that is a song or a jingle? I have on more than one occasion have been known to embrass Noodle and the Hubs breaking into song at random times with no fair warning.
Last night I was laying in our HUGE double bed flipping through the channels and I came across this! Holy Shit! I was so excited I couldn’t stand it. THE SINGING BEE!! Hubs summed it up best “This show has your name ALL over it!”. (It was on the Bravo Channel last night in reruns but on NBC tonight). I will admit it was late (11:30) and I should have been able to contain myself but I was like a little kid on Christmas morning. Hubs rolled over and attempted to sleep. I was trying SO hard to just watch but then I found myself lip-singing along. Next thing I know Hubs was telling me to be quiet. I was singing along with the t.v. Really now, who can not sing along to John Denver and Country Roads? That is what I am talking about. I should have shoved a sock in it but then a second episode came on. Before that one was over Noodle was knocking on our bedroom door wanting to know what was going on. I will wait a minute if you want to laugh or roll your eyes at me….
When it was over I turned the t.v. off but couldn’t sleep, I really wanted to get up and blog about it so that I could share my goodness with everyone but I was afraid that would have been taking it too far. Maybe, maybe not.
It was on again tonight and I could hardly wait. Noodle
forced herself watched it with us tonight. When it was over she may or may not have been correct when she said Mom, I think every song they sang is on your IPod.
Vixen tagged me for a meme this morning and called me out about my blogroll not being updated. I think the blogroll is now up to par, if I missed you and you want to be on it, let me know. I promise that I will try not to sing to loudly when I stop by to read your blog.
My mom and I have never really been close. Friday afternoon we had a
great big blowup small misunderstanding. I pretty much blew it off like I have learned to do and didn’t think much more about it. This morning Noodle and I had a great big blowup meeting of the minds. She was being SO.DAMN.SASSY. I pretty much had enough and let her know it. I dropped her off at her morning destination, told her I was sorry and that I loved her. She was over it and went skipping off to find her friends.
I on the other hand spent the day thinking about it. All I could think was I don’t want our relationship to be like the one I have with my mother. I want her to feel like she can talk to me about things and not walk on egg shells around me. I know that I will always have to be the parent, but still would like to her to think of me as a friend as well. I feel as if I failed Noodle today.
Tonight I will tuck her in and tell her I love her. Tomorrow I will try harder. I will try harder because she is worth it. I will try harder because she deserves it. I will try harder because I know what it is like to be 11. I will try harder because I want to be the mother that mine is not.
This is our old girl Thing 1. The last couple of days she had been chewing on her paw. This morning when I got up she looked like she was in a 3 legged race all by herself. I took her to the vet this afternoon. Turns out the poor thing has allergies! The inside of her paws are raw from her licking them and it hurts to walk. Those cute little “socks” she is wearing? $40.00 if you wanted to know. She is supposed to wear them for 4 days. Ha! I am surprised she didn’t have them off before we got home.
Thing 1 must have known what was coming as she showed her true attitude at the vet. The vet tech went to take her temp and I told her “Just so you know she hates this and might snap at you”. Dumbass vet tech “Oh, I know what I am doing it will be fine”. Yeah, guess who got bit? She didn’t break the skin, but the girl was icing it when we left and it was already a lovely shade of purple where Thing 1 had broken the blood vessels. After the great biting I told you so episode, they took her in the back thinking they would be able to look at her paw a little easier without me there. It took 3 vet techs and 1 vet to hold down my 65 pound pile of fur. A BYOTCH she can be. I can’t say I blame her.
So one pair of stupid socks, one blood test, 3 shots and 3 prescriptions later we were on our way. If you think she looks sad in this picture wait until the socks come off and she has to wear the cone around her neck.