Archive for August, 2005

BIG ANNOUNCEMENT!

Tuesday, August 30th, 2005

Guess what?
Well, yes I am having a baby. But that’s not what I am talking about.
THE PLANNER HAS BEEN FOUND.
As you may recall I lost my planner.
I just received a call from a co-worker. He found it stuffed inside one of the binders I have been working on. I almost cried.
You think I [...]

Why I Hate Riding the Bus

Thursday, August 25th, 2005

Here’s my fun day so far:
Okay, so I usually wake up sometime between 5:08 and 5:28 (there is something in my head that tells me I HAVE TO WAKE UP ON AN “8″). This morning I got up at 4:45. That really isn’t that much earlier than usual, I know this.
I had to take my [...]

Do you Poop at Work?

Tuesday, August 23rd, 2005

I work in a construction trailer. It’s small. I work in the main area of the trailer. The room that the one bathroom opens up to. I also work with mostly guys. Construction guys that are dirty and stinky. Nice, but stinky. So, it’s 11:30 here, pst. And some of them have already pooped TWICE [...]

An Open Letter to the Horrible Night of Sleep I Got Last Night

Thursday, August 18th, 2005

Dear Horrible Night of Sleep:
Have you ever been pregnant? Oh, you haven’t? Let me tell you something about being pregnant. It makes you tired. And by “tired” I mean so tired that you can’t hardly function. You need your sleep. You need it like Kirstie Alley needs a Big Mac. I went to bed last [...]

My Heart is Breaking (or “how I lost my mind and my planner”)

Wednesday, August 17th, 2005

At some point after 3:40 on Monday afternoon, my planner went missing. Maybe it was in the elevator, maybe on the bus. Maybe even on the walk home from the bus stop to my house. Who knows. All I know is that it’s gone. And I’m heart broken. I don’t know what I have scheduled [...]

House Sitting Isn’t For Wusses

Tuesday, August 16th, 2005

Our dear friends live right down the street from us. We convinced them to buy a house in the neighborhood the same time we were moving into our new house. It is nice to have them right there-but we honestly don’t see too much of them. Not as much as you would think. I wish [...]