See you in Six

For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
~T.S. Eliot

Glory to God in highest heaven,Who unto man His Son hath given; While angels sing with tender mirth,A glad new year to all the earth.

~Martin Luther

Well, it is New Year's Eve. And, yes...I am blogging. A sign of things to come? I don't know. Last New Year's Eve, I was with a man that, just after the clock struck 12am, he said that if I was looking for a long term relationship, then he wasn't the guy for me. The year before that, I was pining for someone that didn't give a rip about me or our friendship. This year, I am sitting home, alone in the wake wondering why? While I look forward to what this year has to offer and what I can make of it, I wonder if it will be yet another year of loneliness. Of wondering why God prefers for me to be alone when I feel like I have so much to give. I guess it isn't for me to question why, just to accept.

It isn't that I am not happy. I am. I am so blessed and I realize it. I just don't get it. Anyway...

Have a Happy New Year. Truly...

Seven is my lucky number

Well then, thanks to Tech I am making a post. Stuff has been a bit busy. My trip to Redding, California, was...long. We left at 7:30am and returned back home at 10pm. We hit almost every form of weather except for sunshine. *sigh* My hands were a little sore from white knuckling the steering wheel, but that was about it. My mom is here, and safe. He car is totalled however. We made a quick stop to see it and take some pictures. It's toast. I cannot believe she came out of that without so much as a bruise or a scratch. Maybe, now, she will believe in God.

I had a bit of a confrontation with my daughters father. He called me at work and asked why I would not let Rachel go with him to Vegas. It was a frustrating conversation. How do you get someone to understand that value of a child's welfare when they have no sense of their own? He just doesn't get it. I am to the point where I am not so sure I care if he does or not.

Today is Friday...Make it great!


A. Seven things to do before I die

1. See my daughter grown, full of joy, peace, health, Faith and love.
2. Experience Love and life with a man that "gets it"
3. Travel. Everywhere.
4. Build a cozy home of my own in the woods. (I have a home, in the woods, but I want a slightly bigger one. One that can be shared with said "man" and lots of extra room for my daughter to come visit with her own family :)
5. Attempt, yet again, to write that book.
6. Get that book published.
7. Make sure that those that I care for, know it.

B. Seven things I cannot do

1. Snap my fingers.
2. Ski. And I have no desire to do so.
3. Make homemade gravy. I have tried. Maybe I should add that to my list of things to do before I die?
4. Eat cooked Broccoli.
5. Trust, when I have been hurt.
6. Walk away when someone needs me.
7. Bungee jump. (Ok...I was reaching with that one. But seriously, I could not do that. I mean, don't we free fall enough in daily life? Certainly I don't need to do it on purpose.)

C. Seven things that attract me to anyone

(Honestly, I didn't need to change a thing on this one.)
1. Intelligence.
2. Sense of humor.
3. Spirituality.
4. Kindness.
5. Compassion.
6. Cleanliness and neatness.
7. Good smile.

D. Seven things I say most often

1. Sheesh.
2. Dag Nab It!
3. That is so cool.
4. Crud!
5. I love you, sweet pea. (Rachel)
6. Thank you for calling *insert work name here*, this is Michelle how can I help you?
7. Thank You, Jesus.

E. Seven books (or series or genres or topics) that I love

1. The Bible.
2. Homeopathy
3. History
4. Adventure/mystery
5. Love stories (not to be confused with Romance novels)
6. Geography
7. Technical stuff

F. Seven movies I watch over and over again (or would if I had time)

1. When Harry met Sally (comfort movie)
2. Stargate
3. Tomb Raider (I am the Tomb Raider queen. :P From video games to movies)
4. Harry Potter Series
5. Lord of Ring Series
6. Pirates of the Caribbean
7. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

G. Seven people I want to join in, too.

1. Mom
2. Amy Jean
3. Melissa
4. Kristine (although I don't think she reads my blog, the big booger. Even though I faithfully read hers daily)
5. Debbie
6. Anyone who happens by this blog and who's name is, John
7. Anyone who happens by this blog and who's name is, uh...Matt. (hehe)

**If you don't have a blog, feel free to answer it in the comments.

Looking in

I hope everyone had a Good Holiday. I know I did...

I would like to say that everything is getting back to normal today, but I am on my way to Redding, California. My Mom, who was coming to stay with me, had an accident on her way here. She is ok. The car is not and I need to go get her.

I am not sure on my new design here or not. Seems a little too narcissistic. "LOOK! There is Michelle's big fat face right at the top." I was going for a window effect however...just not too sure about it. I will see if it grows on me.

And The Merriest of Christmas'...to You

Jusspress

A stitch

I am running on Rachel's excitment. Not that I am not excited myself, but I have been having a few gliches, that would normally throw me off my "game" so to speak...

I have two packages that should have arrived, one on Tuesday this last week, and one on Wednesday. Neither have shown up and the tracking information has not been updated on the US Post Office's website.

My adopted Mother is coming to stay with me for a couple weeks this Monday. Last time, I got a bit anxious at just the thought. Now, she is really coming.

I took yesterday off, but when I stopped by my office to see if the packages had come, which they didn't, my boss put me to work.

After I pulled dinner out of the oven last night, my oven wouldn't turn off. I only discovered this however, when I noticed how much heat was coming out of my kitchen, a few hours later. The only way I could turn it off, was to switch it off at the breaker. I have baking to do today.

My best friend and her family are coming over today. I thought I had until noon, but she called last night and said they would be here at 10am.

They aren't really major issues. They are pretty petty in comparison. They are making my road a little bumpy but that is why I am 4 wheel drive. So...

~ I will check for the packages one more time before I head to our family's celebration tonight. If they aren't there, then that will be one more Christmas we can celebrate together when they do. I am thankful that I can give at all, be it early, late, big or small.

~ I am going to enjoy the time my Mother spends with me and Rachel, in our home, while she discovers, and hopefully likes, the life I have created for me and my daughter. With the past aside and a short future in front, I hope we can make the present...better. Forgiveness is a blessing they say, I am truly trying to make a way.

~ Working on my day off, it does feel good to be needed. How many have no homes, no jobs on this Holiday? I am thankful, too, that I can make my pay.

~ I checked my oven last night, after it had cooled, and it seems to be working now. It actually turned off when I turned the switch. My fingers are crossed. My prayer was said, I gave my thanks, so hopefully the calories won't make my legs look like tanks.

~ It is now 8am. I still need to finish wrapping their gifts. I stayed up till 1am to finish making a gift for Debbie. I hope she likes it...and I hope they don't mind if me and Rachel, are still in our jammas when they get here. Their happy to come with a welcome face, I won't have to lure them in with bait. All will be done, I am sure I have time 'cause it's a given fact, that their always late.

A Favorite

It happened one day at the year's white end, Two neighbors called on an old-time friend. And they found his shop so meager and mean, Made gay with a thousand boughs of green, And Conrad was sitting with face a-shine, When he suddenly stopped as he stitched a twine And said, "Old friends, at dawn today, When the cock was crowing the night away, The Lord appeared in a dream to me And said, 'I am coming your guest to be'. So I've been busy with feet astir, Strewing my shop with branches of fir, the table is spread and the kettle is shined And over the rafters the holly is twined, And now I will wait for my Lord to appear And listen closely so I will hear His step as He nears my humble place, And I open the door and look in His face. . ."

So his friends went home and left Conrad alone, For this was the happiest day he had known, For, long since, his family had passed away And Conrad has spent a sad Christmas Day. But he knew with the Lord as his Christmas guest This Christmas would be the dearest and best, And he listened with only joy in his heart. And with every sound he would rise with a start And look for the Lord to be standing there In answer to his earnest prayer

So he ran to the window after hearing a sound, But all that he saw on the snow-covered ground Was a shabby beggar whose shoes were torn And all of his clothes were ragged and worn. So Conrad was touched and went to the door And he said, "Your feet must be frozen and sore, And I have some shoes in my shop for you And a coat that will keep you warmer, too." So with grateful heart the man went away,

But as Conrad noticed the time of day He wondered what made the dear Lord so late And how much longer he'd have to wait,

When he heard a knock and ran to the door, But it was only a stranger once more, A bent, old crone with a shawl of black, A bundle of faggots piled on her back. She asked for only a place to rest, But that was reserved for Conrad's Great Guest. But her voice seemed to plead, "Don't send me away Let me rest awhile on Christmas day."

So Conrad brewed her a steaming cup And told her to sit at the table and sup. But after she left he was filled with dismay For he saw that the hours were passing away And the Lord had not come as He said He would, And Conrad felt sure he had understood.

When out of the stillness he heard a cry, "Please help me and tell me where am I." So again he opened his friendly door And stood disappointed as twice before, It was only a child who had wandered away And was lost from her family on Christmas Day. . Again Conrad's heart was heavy and sad, But he knew he should make this little child glad, So he called her in and wiped her tears And quieted her childish fears. Then he led her back to her home once more But as he entered his own darkened door, He knew that the Lord was not coming today For the hours of Christmas had passed away.

So he went to his room and knelt down to pray And he said, "Dear Lord, why did you delay, What kept You from coming to call on me, For I wanted so much Your face to see. . ."

When soft in the silence a voice he heard, "Lift up your head for I kept My word-- Three times My shadow crossed your floor-- Three times I came to your lonely door-- For I was the beggar with bruised, cold feet, I was the woman you gave to eat, And I was the child on the homeless street."

Helen Steiner Rice

Swoon

Since my day seems to be going so well...

Merry Christmas to ME! :P

For the Audio...

It spilleth over...

Conversations with Rachel

Her: "I get to go to Grandmas tomorrow."

Me: "I know."

Her: "Do you know what tomorrow is?"

Me: "Uh...I have an idea. But why don't you tell me yours."

Her: "Tomorrow...is the day before the day that's the day before Christmas."

Me: "Um..yes it is."

She is so excited.

Vexed

I knew I would have a use for that word someday.

I don't wanna be at work.

*Cue kicking and screaming baby fit*

My normal patient and gracious, understanding self is having trouble with the petty grievances today. It's Christmas people! Get over it. The fact that your bill is five cents over the norm, is not an issue. I promise... And yes, I have about 600 other clients that believe they are just as important as you. *sigh*

Excuse my little tantrum.

Tomorrow is my Friday, as I am taking the real Friday off. Yeah! I made it to the end of the year with a day left over. Go figure.

Tell me? Does anyone else get annoyed, when someone younger, single and no children, feel that they are justified and qualified to give you advice on how you should speak and raise your child? When they tell you that what you are doing is wrong? Given the fact that they know nothing about your child, their issues or concerns about the particular subject in question and why you might be expressing concern? It has put my head is a very peeved place today. Bothered, even. I, for one, am not going to force my child to spend time doing something that makes her fearful, just because everyone says it "would be good for her". So the fact that it is upsetting her, and making her feel anxious and worried is a good thing? I don't happen to agree. Am I enabling her fear? I don't happen to agree with that, either. I gave her the option of making her own decision on a something that is based on her personal feeling about it. If she isn't ready to make or take that leap, then I am not going to push her off the cliff, either.

What is it with people today? Is it me? Have I done something karmically wrong in the universe or what?

Under a bushel

When I reached for the phone last night, I saw his name scroll across the caller ID. I thought "Wow...he actually remembered his daughter this Christmas." I answered. Silly me for thinking he had called for her. He called for me. 'Cause he wanted something. Long story short and a bunch of his pussy footing around, he is getting married again. This February and he wanted my permission to take Rachel to the wedding in Vegas.

He hasn't spoken to or made the effort to see Rachel in six months. He didn't make any effort or call her for eight months, prior to that. When he stopped by for her birthday, six months ago, he spent 2 hours with her and handed her 200 bucks. And he is asking me to let him take her across 2 state lines for a weekend? Is he serious? Does he really think it is ok to let a young girl go off with virtual strangers? He is only her father because a piece of paper says so. And that is all.

I asked him if he wanted to talk to her. He said "Oh...yeah. I guess I'll talk to her."

On a brighter and more futuristic note...

I got "Lunch Date Guy"'s phone number again. I lost it last week when I was clearing my caller ID. I deleted it thinking that it would still be on there. It wasn't. It showed the most recent phone call, but just updated the same listing instead of keeping the older ones there. Dag nab it! I thought. Now I don't have the option, which I haven't used yet, to call him if I wanted to. Shoot! So, after stewing about it for a week, I decided to call him at work and explain that I lost his number. And, if I could have it again. He gave it to me and asked me to dinner sometime this week. :) I had called my mom, cause I will admit to being a little excited, and she was very impressed that I actually looked and called him, myself.

I have this thing that I have developed, where I won't call a guy. He has to make the move, he has to have the interest, and he has to make the effort. I also have developed this thing, where I won't save a guy's phone number. I won't write it down, or program it into my phones memory. I know it is superstitious or something, but when I do take enough interest to keep the number, something happens and the guy goes off with some other woman. It is like I am jinxing myself by keeping their phone number. And as far as making the aggressive efforts first? I just can't. I need to know that the guy in particular is interested. I have dangled myself too many times out there on that rope, only to be left hanging, in the cold, wearing nothing but my humiliation. I prefer turtle necks these days.

Warming up

Black Roses Red

Can I ask you a question please,
Promise you won't laugh at me
Honestly, I'm standing here
Afraid I'll be betrayed
As twisted as it seems
I only feel love when it's in my dreams
So let in the morning light and let the darkness fade away

Can you turn my black roses red,
Can you turn my black roses red

Drowning in my loneliness
How long must I hold my breath?
So much emptiness inside,
I could fill the deepest sea
I reach to the sky as the moon looks on
My one last tear has come and gone
I'm dying to let your love rain down on me

Can you turn my black roses red

Alana Grace

Lickity Split

I can't believe that next week is Christmas. This day, next week, and it will be over. Not that, that, is a good thing. I love Christmas. I love the baking and the family, friends and good feelings that come with it. It is coming fast this year. I want it to slow down a little. We baked today. I think I spent the entire day, in either my kitchen, or my moms. (I like my moms better :P) We have Snickerdoodles, Lemon Blossoms, Fudge and Sugar Cookies coming out of kids' noses, literally. (Rachel found a sprinkle)

Oh, I gave myself a Christmas present. I bought a membership to Flickr. Now I can upload up to 2GB of pictures. It was getting pretty difficult to keep myself under the free 200 photos. Now ya'll can see how many pictures I really take ;)

PS. To my Dad...thanks for fixing my car today. I love you...

I'm dreaming

Rachel and I saw the most perfect snowflake today. It landed on my windshield on our way home from shopping for our array of baking supplies. We had hoped it would hang on till we arrived home, so I could take it's picture. But away it flew just a block from the house. The snow was like a down pillow that burst open. Light, and fluffy like feathers. One breath and the flakes would billow and fly away. It is very pretty, but very cold and I am hungering for some place warm and sunny.

I had this dream last night. I don't dream usually, so when I do, they seem to take on this weird place in my head. I tend to over analyze anyway, so this is no exception. It was the guy with brown hair again. At least, I think he had brown hair. I never really see it clearly, but I know, nonetheless. It is just a dream, but the feeling that I have in the dream with this person is one that I miss. One that I wonder if I will get back, or have again. Better to have it in my sleep, than not at all, I suppose.

Here's wishing sweet dreams to you...

With these...

Faith: 1 a: allegiance to duty or a person : b: fidelity to one's promises: sincerity of intentions 2 a: belief and trust in and loyalty to God: belief in the traditional doctrines of a religion b: firm belief in something for which there is no proof: complete trust 3: something that is believed especially with strong conviction.


Courage: mental or moral strength to venture, persevere, and withstand danger, fear, or difficulty Synonymous with: Spirit, Resolution, Tenacity, Heart


Hope: to cherish a desire with anticipation: to desire with expectation of obtainment 2: to expect with confidence. hope against hope: to hope without any basis for expecting fulfillment

Happy Friday.

My Joy

Conversations with Rachel

Her: "I made up a new song Mom."

Me: "Oh Yeah? How does it go?"

Her: "Ahem...*insert music notes to Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer*

You know Shania, Shakira, Santana and JLo...
there's Mariah, Madonna, Stephani and Avril....
But do you recall the most famous singer...of all
Elvis "The Famous" Presley (Presley), had a very shiny belt (like a spotlight)
And if you ever saw it, it would make your eyeballs melt (like a heat lamp)
All of the other singers, used to laugh and call him names (like Pinnochio)
They never let poor Elvis, play in any singer games (like Monopoly)
Then one foggy Christmas Eve, Santa came to say...
Elvis with your belt so bright, won't you guide my sleigh tonight
Then all the singers loved him, and they shouted out with glee (yippee)
Elvis "The Famous" Presley, you'll go down in history (like Rudolph)

Her: "Night Momma."

Me: "Night Baby Girl."

I think I can

I can justify making my child go to bed in about forty minutes. Frankly, I could hit the sheets right now. But I feel it a little unfair, if I make my child give up her "play" time (That which is after homework, dinner and required TV viewing [Gilmore Girls was yet another re-run] and is pretty much whatever she wants to do be it polishing her nails or blasting music in her room) Ok...anyway..I am tired. I just gotta push a little longer, right? A little more...a little harder...

Sugar Plums

We did have a weekend, right? I didn't accomplish all the things I had to do...so some will spill over into tonight.

Apparently, I gave our new girl the nasty cold I had. I know I should have taken at least one day off, but I didn't. And so, I spread my germs all over. I feel really bad. But it partly isn't my fault. I don't get any "sick" time off at my office. I only get 12 personal days a year. (My boss doesn't believe in "sick" time off because so many abuse the priviledge.) 12 days off a year, isn't very much. That is 12 days for both vacation, personal and sick time. So, I don't use my days for sick time other than with my daughter. I have to make sure I have the time to devote to her if she gets sick, without losing pay. Anyway...I am in the office alone today. My boss is out and about. I would just like to say, that it is definitely a Monday. Yeesh...

I am trying hard this year, not to let "stuff" get to me. I have this tendency to think on all the things that haven't worked out from the past. I think about those I miss during the Holidays, how I would have liked to have spent them, knowing they were still in my life, the "what if's" come creeping in and the feelings of being alone start to overshadow the everyday beauty that is around me. I think back to Christmas' past and how I was so sad. I wonder what I missed when I was lost in "this hurt" or "that disappointment"? I don't believe I live in the past anymore, even though I may hold myself back, once in a while, because of it. It is more of a fear of having those feelings again. If that makes any sense. And I suppose that could be deemed as living in the past, but then maybe you would have to be in my head to understand that I honestly am not. And maybe I am just typing all this out cause I am trying to convince myself that I am not. Huh. Anyway...It is going to be a good holiday this year. It will.

Oh what fun..

So, since I have the "force" :P I went all Christmas on you guys.

Yesterday, was fun. Shopping and lunch went great, and I even invited him over for dinner....someday. The kids were a blast last night. Only a little boy can turn baby dolls into Star Wars Characters. So cute... And we taught Gracie to shake the bells when we sang Jingle Bells.

Today is another busy day...enjoy yours.

Good Stuff

I am looking forward to tomorrow. Not only going to hang out with "Lunch Date Guy" but I also get to watch my neice and nephew tomorrow night. I am so excited. I don't get asked very often to watch any of my neices and nephews, so this gets me and Rachel all fired up like some sort of event. My nephew Aden, is 2 and his sister Gracie is 1. The cutest little bugs ever. We have it planned for pizza, baking cookies and listening to Christmas music. (We are hoping to spur Gracie into dancing for us. ;)

We went and saw The Chronicles of Narnia. The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. Let me just say...it was absolutely awesome. Just Awesome... It was a stunningly beautiful film. The story and characters were done perfectly, the animation and effects were seamless. The whole theatre stood and applauded at the end. I can't wait to see it again...

To and Fro'

Ahem. It was an interesting day. All in all, not too bad. I feel like the flu is finally breaking free of us and the winter weather gave a bit of a reprive today.

It started out pretty good. I put on my fireman's hat and put out a few fires at work. Before I knew it, it was time to head home. Unfortunately, after I picked up Rachel, we were rear-ended at a stop light downtown. Everything is ok as far as I know. I am sure I will get a better look tomorrow and take it in for a good once over. Rachel is a little sore from the jolt but I think she will be ok.

I did receive a call from "Lunch Date Guy". It has been about 3 weeks since he called last. I was kind of surprised but pleasantly so. He invited me to go shopping and out to lunch with him this Saturday. I had to say yes, since I have never had a guy ask me out, just to hang out with me. 'Cause he enjoys my company. He has always been so respectful and pleasant. How could I refuse? I have to say that I like it when a man wants to be friends. He doesn't put off anything that makes me think all he cares about is "getting some". That is hard to come by these days...

Tomorrow is Friday. Could it be any better?

A Nun-ya

Conversations with Rachel

Her: "Grandmas house reminds me of Seventh Heaven."

Me: "Why is that?"

Her: "Cause Grandpa and Grandma love each other like that."

Me: "Yeah they do."

Her: "But ya know? That would make you Matt, the oldest son, and then Uncle Brian would be Mary, their daughter. Aunt Amy Denise would be Lucy, Uncle Aaron is Simon and then Aunt Sarah would be Ruthie."

Me: "Ok...that means I am a guy. And your Uncle Brian is a woman that is married to a guy named Carlos. I don't think your Aunt Amy Jean would appreciate that one."

Her: "Yeah. And...that means that Grandma and Grandpa still need to have twin baby boys, too!"

Good Hair Day

Look! It's 9pm and I am still awake. I must be making some progress...

I am a little peeved however, and so is the reason for my post. I have mentioned before, that I don't watch much TV. I don't watch much TV for many a reason. One of which is what is bugging me tonight. What is that? You may ask...? Well I'ma gonna tell you. It Re-Runs. R.E.-R.U.N.S. (you have no idea how much effort it took me to type that little display of attitude)

I don't have many programs that interest me. But when I find one, such as Gilmore Girls, I make the effort of making sure I am ready to go when the weekly episode airs. This takes a lot for me. I have to actually remember to sit down at a certain time and get to the right channel and everything. So, tonight, I make sure I am "there". All snuggled in my bed (not that, that was a hard thing to do) ready to watch the next installment and what do I get? I get an episode that aired months ago. Months ago! Arg. Rory and Lorelie finally patch things up and go back to Mom and daughter buddies and I got to wait another week to see if maybe they give me something new. And that is a pretty iffy maybe. Hmmph.

Well, I suppose I could have more important things to be peeved about. Even so...a sick and tired woman just wants her Gilmore Girls. Or, a nice man that makes me feel goofy when I hug him. That would be nice too...

Sheesh...I need to lay off the Nyquil.

No release yet...

Honestly, I was going to post yesterday. It had something to do with Pantyhose and Sausage Casings, but I felt it was probably better left unsaid. (I am trying to be more positive these days. And Dr. Phil says that if you can't imagine dating someone like yourself, then you can't expect anyone else to date you either. Let me just say, I would date me in a heartbeat, links and all.) That, and the fact that Blogger took a day off and decided that their faithful followers were going to join them. At least on my end of the blogosphere. I couldn't access blogger.com nor could I view anyones blogs. It kind of sucked. I was feeling pretty sickly still after working all day, so it was just as well.

I have to say that this is the sickest I have been in a long time. Really...think about it? I am so sick that even the internet doesn't really interest me. If you know me, then you know this is an odd thing. My best friend Deb, has been trying to get me interested in Scrapbooking for years now. It isn't that I am not crafty, well ok maybe it is, it is just that I don't hold the interest to keep it going. So what is she trying to do? She actually found a place where you can do scrapbooking online. A Digital Scrapbook. That way I can do it all on the computer and then have it sent to me. She knows me so well. If you throw some sort of Technology in there, I will like it.

Rachel and I are still struggling with this flu. We make it through our days, but only to find ourselves completely exhausted by the Sun's set...

As we roll along...

I think once I have a really hot shower, I can come back to the land of the living. I will feel like a normal person with a stuffy nose instead of something that just wiggled out from under a slimy, stinky, dirty rock. Ew. What is it with this cold? I go to bed absolutely freezing, but yet wake up in the middle of the night dripping with sweat and feeling like I had just walked 5 miles in a dry hot desert. Yeesh.

Rachel and I did manage to get out yesterday morning for breakfast and to get some shopping done for household stuff. But as soon as we got home, completely exhausted from the little trip, we took some more meds and headed to bed. At least Rachel has this flu right along with me. Not that I like her feeling the way I do, but at least we can push through it together. We have created a nice little harmony for "Winter Wonderland" by blowing our noses in unison. I am sure Amy Grant didn't know her version of the song could be taken to such a level.

Rachel is still curled up in my bed. I think I will hit the showers before she sees me and wonders what someone did with her real mom.

Herbs

So, while I sit here at work (shhh) and drink my second dose of AirBorne I am thinking about how thankful I am that I have the vehicle I have. Yes, it may look like a roller skate, a "No I can't afford a full size SUV" SUV, and not be a little silver sports car with a sunroof - 6 speed manual transmission - leather bucket seats and a 6 cd changer, it does have FOUR WHEEL DRIVE. Yeah! and I have oh so needed it today. These are the days I am thankful for my purchase and thoughts of practicality.

I am drinking the Airborne, because since I just posted how Me and Rachel have Not gotten sick so far this year, I woke up this morning with a sore throat - congestion - and just a general icky "I am sick" feeling. Going out in the snow to shovel my driveway didn't help much, so I am trying to minimize the damage and get through this day. I am here in the office alone and my desk is looking mighty comfy. I am sure I could shimy myself up there and take a little nap with no problem whatsoever. If it weren't for the big giant windows in front of my office, I would. I can not wait to get home, put on my jammis and snuggle up with Rachel and watch movies. Cup of cocoa in hand and my best bud to laugh with me.

*Note to Tech: Airborne contains Antioxidants just like Green Tea. :)

Snow Schmo

How in the world am I supposed to get out of my house? We got, I am guessing, about a foot of snow last night. The schools have announced their closure, but surely my work isn't. I was telling Rachel the other day, that I would love Winter more if we could stay at Grandmas house all day, cozied up in front of her fire and just 'look' out her big windows at the snow. It is hard to see the beauty when you're out in the driveway shoveling the big white fluffy mess. Before work no less...

Hmmph.