Blahbitty blah blah blah....

Beginning of August and I'm feeling the blahs...

I'm restless.

I want to do something.

I don't know what.

I also want to stop hurting.

Because I hurt. My knee and back hurt and I'm sick and tired of it. I wish it away. Forever.

The End.

Dreams...

I know that I am stressed when I start dreaming about work but occasionally the dreams are so strange and funny that it's almost worth it. Last night I dreamt that I was making a presentation to our agency's executive director. I showed up for this wearing an outfit that can only be described as something one might wear on the red carpet at the Academy Awards. I had with me as many visual aids as one could possibly think to have. I had a Power Point presentation, flow charts, hand outs, wall charts...you name it, I had it. The purpose of the presentation was to show the Big Cheese that since the unit I now currently supervise has grown to enormous porportions, it would make sense that a new position be created just for me. I was asking him to make me the Director of Long Term Care Management. During the course of this well orchestrated act I also wanted to let him know that since I would now be the Director they would have to consider who would replace me as Supervisor. I made an elaborate introduction and then "presented" my current assistant, Jamey, as the most likely candidate. As I said her name, the door to the conference room opened and Jamey entered decked out in her very best Oscar worthy ensemble. I think I even remember wearing a feather boa!

While the idea behind the presentation may make some sense, the sight of the two of us dressed up the way we were was quite spectacular and really funny! Especially since the office we work in is extremely casual. I don't recall either one of us ever wearing a dress to work and, most days, we are in capris or jeans and t-shirts. I almost wish we could record our dreams and play them back for other people to see. They would all get a kick out of this one!

On a separate note, it is hot here. Really hot. Before those of you from other traditionally hotter parts of the world start complaining just remember, I am from Wisconsin. We're not made for this weather! We spend the winter months making sure we have several comfy fat layers to insulate us from our god awful winters so when we hit July and August...well, let's just say, it ain't pretty. Generally, we are all red faced, tired from the humidity and on the cranky side. And if the heat lasts more than three consecutive days we start going outside with less and less clothing on...that's the ugly part. Haha!

The end of the world...

As I ranted about in the last post, it snowed today. 18 inches...final total. A tree just fell over from the weight of the snow in my front yard and landed on my neighbors car. Five hundred cars are stranded on the interstate and they just called out the National Guard to bring them food and water and to check on them. They've been there for over three hours now. There hasn't been a snow plow on my street yet. I have no idea how I'm getting to work tomorrow. Or if I'm getting to work tomorrow.



This sucks.

Oh, enough already....

Don't get me wrong. I love snow. I really do. I wait for it each year and feel like a kid when it finally gets here. But, seriously, enough already. We're having something called thundersnow tonight and they're predicting almost 20 inches of the stuff. This just after 8 inches two days ago and preceding an entire week of snow. If I ever meet that friggan' ground hog I'm going to cook and eat him.

My mood is grey and I am surly. I don't even like myself right now so it's hard for me to like anyone else. I am in need of serious sunshine. If it ever shines again, I will run naked through it's warming rays alarming the neighbors and scaring the children with gay abandon.

I know why bears hibernate. I am becoming one. If I could I would live off my stores of fat until spring only aiding my hunger with the occasional vodka goody. I do not wish to shovel anything, anymore. I don't want to hear the dulcet tones of snow blowers at 4 am. I hate, loathe and despise all snow plows and the white film of salt they leave on my car. I'm tired of wearing boots. And long underwear. And gloves. There is nothing even remotely quaint or nostalgic about the crunch, crunch, crunch of snow beneath my feet. I am conspiring against all weathermen because, while I know they did not create it, I am holding them fully responsible. I want this to stop...NOW.

Crap! I Made A Clean Spot!

I had this brilliant idea to do a world class clean up of my apartment. I mean, a total sandblast, move furniture, wash the carpets type of ordeal. Since this is a place where there used to be two smoker in residence (me being one of them...no longer, I might add. Yes, praise me...I am a quitter!) I decided it was high time to wash the walls. Seemed simple enough...get some cleaning stuff, spray it on, wipe it off. So, I started with all good intentions and for a while it was fine. It was getting clean. But, I soon lost all enthusiasm for the job. (Can you be enthusiastic about washing walls? I'm not so sure.) Anyway, I decided to take a break and then just got occupied with other important stuff like clicking around on the Internet, playing Text Twist and watching 'White Christmas' for the third time in four days. Now I have a big clean spot in the kitchen. See, the dirty walls used to make me feel guilty for not taking care of it earlier but I learned, over time, to shut out the nagging voices and look the other way. Now, those walls are nagging at me louder than ever. That's the trouble with cleaning. You make a clean spot and even though that one small part of the job is finished, the rest of the job seems to grow making me feel even more inadequate a housekeeper as I always feared I was. Ah well...

Getting back to work today after fours days of eating (TURKEY!) and drinking was very hard. I was all kinds of bitter and had some choice words for the alarm clock as it blasted me into consciousness. I understand why we need alarms clocks but I swear if I ever meet the person who invented them I will punch him or her right in the kisser. Everyone at work was on edge because, of course, no one wanted to be there. Eh, soon, very soon I shall have two weeks off to spend with Alex doing nothing more than thinking of what adventure we will have that day. I can't wait!

Just a side note - I took Van's kind advice (at least in part) and banished all remaining turkey from my home. I'm hanging onto the vodka though. That will come in handy later!