I didn't have my coffee soon enough

What do you call a man who treats a woman like they are stupid even though said woman graduated from the same University that said man graduated from?
That said woman does in fact have a brain, that she uses on a regular basis, and knows, with out said man explaining in detail like he would to a ten year old, how to do her job (one she has had for seven months now!)?
What do you call that man?
What?

Oops

This is what happens when you learn you aren't going to get your dream home unless a freaking miracle occurs overnight.


Why can't I ever have a freaking miracle???
I'm not asking for a lot.
Just one!

WE FOUND IT

Hubby and I are making a bid on a house.
It is the best house. Most perfect for us.
Ceramic tile througout the entire house.
High ceilings in the living room.
The living room is big.
Island in the kitchen with an extended coutertop for bar stools.
Sage green walls in the living room that will match our furniture perfectly.
Huge walk in closet in master bedroom.
Brick patio.
Catus garden in the front.
Corner lot.
Perfect.
Just perfect.
We are really hoping they accept our bid and accept the fact that we can't close till July 1st. It's probably a long shot. But we are hoping for the best here.
I hate the stress of waiting to know.
To bad you can't just call up the sellers and ask them. You have to go through the real estate agents and all that crap.
Ok, everyone cross your fingers that we get it.

His Way

Every morning I stand sans clothing in my bathroom and blow dry my hair.
Every morning hubby comes in to stare at my rear and make some sort of sexual comment.
And every morning I distract him by saying, "I'm gonna make your egg sandwich as soon as I'm done here."
Well, for the past week or two, I haven't really been making his breakfast. A girl needs sleep!
So he comes in this morning to harass me as usual, doesn't get what he wants out of that and says to me (with puppy dog eyes), "I guess I'm gonna go make myself breakfast . . . "
Cue manipulated wife, "If you wait two minutes I'll make it for you."
"Ok"
And he jets out of sight while I come to the realization that he just "handled" me.
DAMN!

You can never go wrong if it sparkles

This is my Valentine's Day present from hubby. Antique setting, pearls and garnet. I love it. It is much different from all my other pieces of jewelry and I think it is great.


On a different note. We were planning to go camping this weekend but we had to cancel because of the rain that may be freezing. Suck.
But I suppose that is good since I have a piece of glass stuck in my foot. I left work early yesterday to soak my heel in Epsom salt. That didn't work so much. I know have my heal covered in something that looks like poo that the pharmacist said would draw the glass out.
Here's to hoping I'm not limping still on Monday.

Last Night

I stayed at the gym after my bodypump class and participated in the bodycombat class. I hurt.
So tired.
Want to eat everything.

I find I am slowly becoming addicted to working out.
Can you believe it?
I'm gonna be one of THOSE people.
The crazy ones that think working out is fun.
No it is not!!
But it is.
I'm so confused.

He left the butt ends for me

Hubby is the only thing keeping me going right now.
I asked him the other night why he loved me, cause really, I'm neurotic, he said that was why.
He knows he will never be bored.
I then asked him how much he loved me and he pointed out that he left the butt ends of the bread for me.
The butt ends are the best! And he knew that.

But back to the point of my writing today.
With everything going on in my wacky personal life (and really, I just mean my family) I was hoping to have a nice quiet Friday night to think things through and relax my mind a bit.
Instead, I got a drunken call from my dad.
I am now my dad's parent.
He is asking the hard to answer questions. (Was I a horrible dad?)
I am doing my best to break things to him gently with out lying to him. (Do you think you were a horrible dad? Cause how you feel is what matters, daddy.)
How do you answer those really hard questions when you know the truth will hurt them?

We lost one today

So my boss fired the girl who wasn't doing her job.
(I wrote about her previously)
It is so strange.
He has never fired anybody in the thirty years of running his practice.
We all loved her dearly but that really doesn't matter when she complained and didn't take pride in her work, which lead to mistakes that could have cost us cases had someone else not caught them.

Anyhow, it is a strange day at the office.
It's like I don't even work in the same place with all the changes around here.

New Years

With everything that happened this New Year, I never got around to posting my favorite picture from New Year's Eve night.


This is Courtney and Kevin. Aren't they cute? We had so much fun with them.

Stay Classy, San Diego

So I'm back. Back to the land of mediocre views, southern accents and of course, my hubby (I am really happy about the latter).
San Diego was fab.
Beautiful place.
Great Sushi.
Wine bar . . . need I say more.
And Lisa, of course!
(See pic of her and beau below, along with her pigs Annie and Irene, the vile creatures, that I had to hold while she cut their disgusting little nails off)




When I got back to work yesterday, I found my boss has hired another attorney for the firm and expanded the space we rent in the office. There is new furniture everywhere. Things are so different. I feel completely overwhelmed.
I was only gone for four days!
So I have decided to never leave town again. Can you imagine what would happen to my job if I were gone for longer . . ?

Here and there

So I realized tonight that I really really love the person my husband is.
I am in San Diego, with out him, and the first time in my entire life, I am homesick on vacation.
I love you, Alan.
More than you could ever imagine and hope for.
I can't wait to be next to you.

OK, I'm doing this one, and this one only people!!!

5 Weird Habits I have:

1) I brush my teeth while making my bead. But you already know this.
2) My bedroom clock is ALWAYS set 15 minutes ahead of real time.
3) I organize the dishes that I put in the dishwasher.
4) I flip my hair. ( I know this is not weird, but I hate this about me)
5) No matter when I get off work in the evenings, I call my parents. I call it my daily check in, but then I never seem to talk to them on the weekends.

5 People I'm tagging:

Not gonna tag anyone. I feel like being nice today.

10,000 + 1

That is how many things I have to do by five this evening.
But instead of getting started, I just had to comment about the jingly lady in my Bodyflow class from last night, which I love btw.
The woman had on bracelets during workout. Jingly bangles.
Every time she moved her arm I heard it.
Every time she went to downward dog, I heard it.
Now I ask you, why is she wearing jewelry during workout???
Honestly people.
It's like putting on full party make-up to hang out at the local pool.
I'll never get it.

Avoidance

Ok. Anyone who knows Alan knows he is super laid back, likes pretty much everybody and hardly ever says his opinion out loud.
He is so quiet at times you think he may not even have an opinion or be bothered by anything that ever happens.

But yesterday.
Yesterday I learned something new.

We went to lunch at Super Salad. So good. And healthy.
He forgot to bring in some cash to tip the waitress and on his way out to the car he runs into a former client (who secretly loves him and wants to steal him from me).
This lady is so loud that I can hear her from across the restaurant.
"Oh Alan (squeal). How are you? This is my sister Angela. Angela this is Alan . . . "
Now. My back was turned to this. So I only heard.
Alan gets back to the table and I asked him who he ran into.
While rolling his eyes and using an exasperated tone, he tells me.
We are done with our food at this point in time.
I ask him if he is ready to go. He shrugs his shoulders.
"You don't want to have to walk by and introduce me and talk to that lady, do you?"
"No" He says. "She is really talky. You know those people who trap you into conversation. I can never get out of it."
I proceed to laugh. A lot.
My quiet, nice, nothing bothers him, hubby is willing to drag out a meal in order to avoid talking to a perfectly nice, but overly chatty, woman.

Next Week

Next week I will be in a different city, different state, miles away from Alan and his don't eat that fatty, look.
I will be with a most fabulous friend.
I will eat fish tacos.
Go wine bar hopping.
Maybe even have a burger from In and Out. With fries.
I already feel sinful.

. . . and that's when you know to grab your hoe!

So says my Grandmother.
She is an 85-year-old that continues to mow 105 acre farm every spring and summer, rides her bike at least a mile every day and grabs her hoe when the guineas are circling because that means there is a snake in the yard.
I think the woman has more energy and life at 85 than I do at 25.
And when asked why she doesn't find a boyfriend and maybe remarry, "Why would I want to take care of some man at my age?"

The Voices

Everyone does them. Everyone.
I won't believe you if you say you don't!

Hubby and I often say, out loud to each other, what our cats are saying/thinking to us or each other. Very funny stuff.
It is one of those rare times that Hubby shows his humor.
He is a really funny guy, but so quiet most of the time that no body knows that.
Anyhoo
Shana, she's one of my ultra fabulous friends, does the voices as well. Actually, she may have started me on it.
I used to be afraid to fly.
Get pretty nervous before I would get on a plane.
One weekend in college I had to fly home to go to some stupid banquet with some stupid guy I was seeing and Shana drove me to the airport.
Very very small airport.
To calm me down, she sat with me for about an hour.
We sat looking out the windows at the tiny plane I was going to have to board.
And because Shana is such a funny ladie, she did the voices of air traffic control and the pilot talking to each other about getting ready to go.
It went something like this.

"Air traffic control, I think I am ready to go, over"
"You are a no go, red light is not blinking on the back of the plane, you are a no go. Have you pushed the on button?, over"
"On button has been activated over"
"Oh, Oh, the red light is now blinking. You are go, over"
"What does the red blinking light mean air traffic control?, over"
"Ummm . . . No time for questions Captain. You must be going now to stay on schedule, over"

It may not seem funny now. But that day it was the best.

The Biggest Loser

Ok
They let me in.
I am part of the Biggest Loser Challenge. (link on sidebar)
Yeah!

On a side note, Hubby and I are going to a Houston Rockets game on Saturday. It was his Christmas present from me. Very exciting, I know.
I have just recently made myself tolerate watching basketball on t.v.
I'm hoping the live experience will have a good effect on my attitude toward the sport. And I am hoping they don't serve funnel cakes there cause I will totally cheat on my diet.

The Fourth Floor

Everyone in the office knows, if you have to poop you go to the fourth floor.
No one ever goes in there.
Unless they have to poop of course.
So we make a joke of it.
"Ok, I'm going to the fourth floor now."
Hahaha
Now they know I'm pooping.
Whatever.
Anyhoo, yesterday, I had to go to the fourth floor.
There was a client in the conference room and the door was open.
An uber handsome, getting a divorce, if I wasn't married I would totally hit on this man, client.
From my office, I have to walk by the conference room to go out.
Well, one of the girls did not know of this client and very loudly says as I pass her office, "Hey, you on your way to the fourth floor?!"
Face turns bright red.
Ok, I know he doesn't know what that means.
But he looked at me strange. And I know he could tell I was embarrassed about something.
Oh it was terrible.
I felt like I was back in high school and I just tripped up the stairs in front of the cutest quarterback.

Damn you fashion!!

I am wearing some really really cute shoes today.
And the fuckers hurt.
Now I remember why I haven't worn these shoes in a year.
The tops of my feet are crying. I can hear them.

Oh, the price I pay to feel better about myself.

Also, thank you for the words of encouragement and love (you know who you are) this past week. I'm a lucky ladie to have you all in my life.