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Things to Look Forward To

Sometimes, having something to look forward to is the only thing that keeps me going.  The day-to-day at work and sleep-filled weekends certainly won’t do it.  So, I wanted to take a moment to remind myself of some recently confirmed things coming up that I am excited about.

  1. Stephen Lynch concert this Friday – the guy is freaking hysterical. 
  2. Morrissey concert next Friday – I’ve been in love with this guy since I was about 13.  Age has been kinder to him than it has to me and he still has one of the greatest voices in music.
  3. A vacation day added to a holiday weekend – yep, I’m taking the Monday after Easter off to make it a glorious 4-day weekend.
  4. Girls Getaway Weekend – we missed it in 2008 due to a hurricane, so we’re doing it in May this year.  Added bonus is that we’re doing it over Memorial Day weekend so we get an extra day together to act like the silly girls we are!
  5. Photography Weekend Workshop – I’ve been wanting to sign up for this for the past few years but always managed to miss it.  This year, I’m registered and my friend, Flirt, has decided to join me.  We’ve already got our room booked at the B&B.  So excited!

So there.  Some positives in an otherwise dull existence.  😛

Merry Christmas Eve!

Yet again, I have been ever-so-absent on my blog.  I’m heading to Beaumont today for the holidays and, since my parents finally have high-speed internet, I may actually try and blog from there.  We aren’t having Christmas until Friday since my brothers have to do their family things first.  So I should have some downtime.

Until then, if anyone actually still reads this, I hope you have a wonderful holiday season and enjoy time spent with your loved ones.

This is Otis. I love Otis.

Ok, so I worked all weekend.  That I was expecting.  What I was NOT expecting was to end up working 13 hours yesterday, having to cancel my plans for the night, and working about 4 hours today.  Damn customers with their damn issues.  Granted, this one came up last week, but I wasn’t working it.  When the lady sent a very irrate email to me, my boss, and a number of other people yesterday, I responded and explained to her what I had already explained to a member of her team last week.  To which she replied that was completely unacceptable.  Um…? 

So I call her and talk through it and she insists it should’ve been fixed last week.  Critical, audit, blah, blah, blah.  And everyone on my team took the day off.  I can handle part of it, but need some stuff from others.  Several phone calls, emails, and hours later, around 10pm, I finally accept that I’m going to have to work today and call it a night for work. 

The really irritating part, aside from the fact that I badly needed those drinks with friends last night, is that these completion issues have been going on for far too long.  I keep saying we need to overhaul the whole process, but instead, one little thing gets fixed.  And probably ends up breaking something else…..which we realize when the next big issue gets escalated.  Ugh.

Anyway.  I just plopped my pajama-covered ass onto the couch and turned on the tv, accepting that this will be how I spend what is left of my day off.  Screw that list of errands.  I’m going to be a complete sloth this afternoon.

And as I’m flipping through the movie channels….JOY!  Rapture!  Pretty in Pink is on HBO (nevermind the fact that I own the dvd).  I love love love this movie.  I can’t possibly be grumpy while watching it. 

Like so many songs, this movie takes me back to my younger years.  I was so in love with Duckie and lamented the fact that I could never meet anyone like him.   My brother and I had the movie soundtrack (on cassette!!  lol) and used to listen to it endlessly.  That led to buying the Psychedelic Furs, and, my favorite band of all time, The Smiths.   I credit this movie for introducing me to them.

So here I lay, on the couch, watching Duckie Dale plant one on Iona.  And quoting every line, since there is no one here to be annoyed by it. 

Of course, I’ll change the channel before Andy goes back to the major appliance at the end.  I hate Blaine.  In MY version, she always stays with Duckie at the prom.

Zut alors!

Well it is official.  I’m going to miss Cat’s big 4th of July bash at the lake for the first time.  It sucks and I’m bummed about it. 

But, I’ve got to keep my job.  And since this is MY project, it’s not like I can run away for the weekend and put it off any longer.  Testing starts, worldwide, on Monday, whether I’m ready for it or not.  So I’ll spend the weekend making damn sure I’m ready.

I dug my hole.  I made my bed.  I had my cake.  However you want to say it, it’s poor time management skills on my part, mixed with a little too much faith in others.  There has just been entirely too much going on lately.  Hell, I’ve had the first 2 discs of the final season of QAF here since Tuesday and haven’t even been able to touch them.  That’s just…wrong.

I’m hopeful I’ll at least find some time to drive over to downtown Garland Saturday evening for one of the 3-part city of Garland celebrations.  Might be some good photo ops there with the little street fair going on and such.  And, of course, there’s that nighttime Plaza Theatre shot I want still.

Not the week off I had planned.

Duckie and I made it to Beaumont around 6pm on Saturday.  We had our family Christmas Sunday afternoon, once my middle brother, Red Baron, and his family came over.  They had to do their family thing that morning, and the sis-in-law’s family after that.  It was a nice day though. 

I hadn’t seen the little Red Barons in awhile. They are growing up so fast.  Little Miss Red Baron is a mess.  That girl is going to be a handful when she gets older.  Well, she already is actually.  And her brother, the boy genius, is getting much better socially, so that’s a good thing.

My mom got my dad a badass GPS.  They are technology-challenged, so it’s good to see them embracing something new.  Red Baron is a tech gadget freak, so he helped her pick it out.  Dad was funny playing with it, walking around the house and stuff.

Dad ended up driving me back to Dallas on Wednesday so he could, hopefully, fix my car.   On the ride up, we got to really give the GPS a run for the money.  And now, I WANT ONE!!!  They are so damn cool.  As much as I get lost and turned around, it’s definitely being added to my list of things to buy….along with a ton of other stuff that is, unfortunately, all high dollar.  I guess I should start playing the lottery or selling my eggs or something.

We got to my house around 4pm Wednesday afternoon and Dad was able to resolve the oil leak problem pretty quickly.  I took him to the Stars game last night and we drove my car to see how it was running after the minor repairs he had done.  It didn’t take long to realize that the transmission woes were still present. 

So today, he drove it all over town checking things out and trying to decide what our next move was.  We talked about him leaving the other car here and him flying back home so I could try and sell my car and not be without transportation while he looks for something else for me to buy.  But there is a lady foaming at the mouth for him to get home because she supposedly wants to buy the car he drove up here. 

He ended up finding another reason for my tranmission problem and went up to the Mazda dealer to talk to them about the part.  Of course, it has to be special ordered.  Ugh.  But being the McGyver (sp?) that he is, he found a temporary way to replace it.  It’s running good now, but for how long?  I think the plan is that he is going to get up early tomorrow (today…whatever) and head home.  And I still need to start thinking about selling my car and upgrading to something a little newer and (fingers crossed) more reliable.

I’ve tried not to be bitchy about the whole situation.  It just pisses me off that I took a much-needed week off of work so I’d have time to go visit the family and come back home and have the rest of the week to relax, unwind, and recover before heading back to work next week.   And instead, I’ve spent that time stressed out, not being able to go anywhere, and not getting to do any of the stuff I had planned.  I love my dad dearly for coming up here and helping me out.  Not to mention saving me a buttload of money.  I don’t begrudge him being here.  It’s just the timing of it all. 

I’m going to the NYE Stars game tomorrow night (green hair night for me and my friends…YIPPEE!) and hosting an impromptu party at my house afterwards.  So that leaves me with Sunday afternoon (after people get up and go home) and Monday to have some peace and quiet. 

Man.  I am just a whiney little bitch lately.  It must be close to that time of the month.  Which reminds me, I still need to fax all those damn forms to the new doctor so I can schedule an appointment. 

Merry Christmas, y’all.

Birthday was good.  Week was crazy, as expected.  And I feel like a stranger on my own blog.  I meant to atleast do an entry after my bday shindig.  Given the amount of alcohol consumed, that could’ve been entertaining.  Oh well. 

‘m heading to the parents’ tomorrow morning.  Probably won’t be online from there much either.  Unless I go to my brother’s and use his DSL.  My parents just have dialup and it is too painful to use.  It’s not even standard dialup speed.  It’s like 26k or something.  And it suuuuuucks.

I’ll have to play catchup (both posting and reading) when I get back.

Hope everyone has a very merry Christmas!

This week

The past few weeks have been crazy busy at work.  And, even though a lot of people have already taken off for the holidays, this week doesn’t look to be any calmer.  Atleast, by mid-week, most everyone else will be gone.  So in their absence, with the peace and quiet, maybe I can actually get some work done.

Monday:  Conference call with India at 6am (so not looking forward to being up in 4 hours).  Then I have to spend 2 hours training someone to support a project we are going live with in January.  Then the rest of the day playing catchup on support tickets and email that I haven’t touched in almost a week.  Go brave one of the malls in an attempt to finish my Christmas shopping.  Come home and watch the game. 

Tuesday:  All day work session with my design team, rewriting test cases for our gigantimum upgrade next year.  Atleast we’ll get a free breakfast and lunch out of it.

Wednesday:  My birthday.  Yay.  Going to try to duck out of the office early and then meet up with friends to watch the Stars game and have adult beverages. 

Thursday:  Try not to be too hungover so I can be at work before noon.  Run some test batches to make sure the process we’re using for that January project will work the way I think it will.  Continue unloading my inbox (it’s really frighteningly out of control right now) and work more support tickets.  Come home and do laundry and clean house in prep for going out of town.

Friday:  Hopefully I can get away with working from home.  And finish laundry and cleaning.  Pack clothes and stuff.  Get all the presents wrapped and loaded into the car.  Give Mazzy a bath.  Clean car.  Check all the fluids and stuff in the car.  Make sure I have bottles of all those various fluids to take on the road with me (my car is an old POS and I am dreading the 5+ hour drive…something always seems to go wrong).  Air up my tires.   Watch the game.

Saturday:  Get up early (ugh) and drive for 5-8 hours (depending on my car and how many potty breaks Mazzy and I need).  Get to parents’ house.  Unload car.  Change into comfy pajamas (aka fat people pj’s) and hope super hot guy that I used to date way back when doesn’t decide to stop by my parents’ house for a visit again.

So if I can just make it through Monday and Tuesday, the rest shouldn’t be too bad.  Speaking of, I need to get my ass to sleep!  I’ve got multiple alarms set to wake me up at the crack of dawn so I can be in the office before 6.  I imagine this is what I will feel like for most of the day:

(photo from http://cuteoverload.com)

Oh Christmas Tree!

I have a small 3-foot fiber optic tree that my mom found for me a few years ago.  While I was in my apartment, with just me there, it was just the right size.  But now I have my own house and reeeeally wanted to get a big tree to go with it.  I didn’t want the hassle, mess, and worry that comes with a real tree, so I headed out yesterday afternoon and went shopping for a fake one.

After looking at several dozen at various stores, I finally found one I liked at Target.  And of course, it had to be much more expensive than the plain jane cheap one I could’ve gotten.  But it already has lights.  And it is just 3 pieces that fit together.  And the limbs fold out for easy display and in for easy storage.  And it was just pretty.

Oh yeah, and it is TALL.  And lean.  Just like I like my men.  Unfortunately, I haven’t had any of those around lately.

But that’s not going to stop me from getting into the swing of things.  I LOVE Christmas and I LOVE December (except for the damn cold, that is) and I WANT DECORATIONS!!!  So I got the tree up and decorated last night.  It’s covered in, mostly, my Dr. Seuss and Sesame Street ornaments.  Plus a few random ones here and there.

And I carted all the stored boxes of decorations out of the garage and went to town in my living room.  I wish I had lights on my house, too, but I’m not quite ready to tackle that project on my own.

Here’s to the last month of 2005!

I love December.  Not just because my birthday is coming up.  In fact, birthdays after 30 don’t sound too exciting.  I think I’ll just stay 30 from here on in.  But I like the upcoming holidays.  The decorations.  The pretty lights popping up on the houses up and down my street.  The time off from work.  The trip to Beaumont to spend time with my family.  I even enjoy the Christmas shopping.  Although, I usually end up doing as much of mine online as I can get away with. 

You have to go out to the malls and/or shopping centers.  You just have to.  It’s like a rite of passage.  All the excitement in the air.  You can just feel it.  It’s electrifying!  People scurrying about, overloaded with shopping bags.  Some look ready to pull every hair on their head out.  Others seem to almost skip their way through the stores, in perfect timing with the Trans-Siberian Orchestra playing in the background.  Even if I’m just window shopping, it’s always fun to go wander the stores and see what new-fangled trinket people are fawning over.

I remember, when I was a kid, the Cabbage Patch dolls were all the rage.  Parents were lining up at Toys R Us at the crack of dawn for a chance to get their grubby paws on one for their demanding child who just wouldn’t understand why Santa didn’t bring them the doll of their dreams.  People were actually fighting over these dolls.  It was insane.

I never got a Cabbage Patch doll.  Honestly, I don’t remember ever wanting one.  My mom might remember it differently.  But what I did get, every year, without fail, was something I would never trade for all the <insert most wanted gadget here> in the world.  And I’m not just talking about Mom’s jailhouse rolls either. 

I got to tiptoe into the living room with my brothers, before our parents were awake (or so we thought) to discover what Santa had left for us.    

I got to see my parents smiling as they watched us rip open our presents.  And to, later, see my brothers smiling as their children opened their gifts. 

I got to see my neices and nephews go from their parents helping them read the nametags on the gifts, so they could deliver them to each person, to them reading them for themselves.

I got to see my dad, year after year, break out that electric carving knife (that thing has to be older than I am!) and go to work on the turkey or ham. 

I got to melt the butter to brush on top of Mom’s rolls before hiding them away, under the most mismatched kitchen towels you can imagine, so they could rise before putting them in the oven. 

I got to sit around the dinner table with my family, all of us so full we could barely move, only to hear Mom ask who was ready for dessert.

And I got so much more that I could never put it all into words.

So for all you Scrooges out there, put a stocking in it. 

And HAPPY HOLIDAYS! 

Happy Thanksgiving!

Around this time last year, I had enjoyed several servings of Turkey (wink, wink) and was rushing him out the front door because my parents were less than an hour away and I still had to clean house.  This year, no Turkey for me.  And no turkey either. 

I normally get Thursday and Friday off for Thanksgiving.  However, this year, they decided to give us the option of saving the Friday and using it in December.  Since I’d rather have the time off for Christmas, I opted to work this Friday so I could have the extra day later.  Then, Monday, I end up sick and haven’t been in to work all week.  So now I am working today and tomorrow to avoid wasting 3 days of vacation on being sick. 

My brother that lives in this area, Duckie, has the whole week off from work, so he made use of one of middle brother’s, Red Baron’s, passes and flew to San Diego to visit oldest brother, Dilbert, and his family for the week.  He got there Saturday evening.  Mom & Dad headed that way on Tuesday.  I’m not sure if Red Baron and his family decided to go, too, or not.  Since Red Baron’s family usually spends most of the holiday with my sis-in-law’s family, they may have opted to stay in town. 

So, here I sit, on Thanksgiving day, alone with my dog, watching the Thanksgiving Day Parade on tv.  I could feel sorry for myself for missing out on being in San Diego (somewhere I’ve never been) with the rest of my family.  Or for being sick and snot-nosed and working when I should be off.  Or for still being single, with no hope of ever meeting Mr. Right.  Or for being buried in debt and having to force myself to keep the same crappy furniture for another year to avoid further burying myself.  I could really have a pity party. 

But…

I’m not.  Instead, I’m grateful for being able to work from home, in my PJs, with my dog to keep my feet warm.  I’m grateful to own my own home (yes, I realize, I am still paying for it). 

I’m thankful for my family and all they have done for me and continue to do for me.  My parents totally and completely rock, there is no arguing that.  My brothers, although I don’t get to see them as often as I’d like, are cool as hell and are there for me whenever I need them.   I have the most adorable, sweet, and smart nieces and nephews who are growing up faster than I’d like to admit. 

I’m thankful for the friends I have made in the past few years that literally pulled me out of the depths of my despair.  I’m thankful for those that I have managed to establish true friendships with.  I’m grateful for those that annoy the crap out of me and force me out of the house when I don’t want to be as well as those that know when it’s best to just leave me alone.

I’m thankful for the promotion I received at the end of last year.  I have truly enjoyed my job exponentially more than I did previously.  I’m grateful for the opportunity I was given and the challenges I faced.  I’m grateful I was able to meet, and even exceed, the expectations that were made of me. 

So while I could find something to complain about, on today of all days, why would I?  Cheers to you and yours!

Happy Turkey Day!