Don't know if it's food poisoning or what, because I felt just fine last night and then woke up at about 3am to wild projectile vomiting. Called out of work today, b/c I couldn't stop throwing up. So I get docked the day and half pay for Christmas vacation- have to take PTO instead. GREAT! What was I going to do with those 40 hours PTO I had banked up anyhow, right? Not to mention I am covering for Ann this week, so me being sick today was a total inconvenience for my coworkers. I suck and everyone probably hates me. Jane called me to tell me to get my ass in there, or else I'd not get paid for Christmas, but it just wasn't happenning. I told her the money wasn't worth puking in my lap on the drive out to Hamburg. Finally starting to feel a little better. It's been a good hour+ since I've hurled, so that's good news.
On a brighter note (pun intended), Rob and Jimmy came over today right before what would be lunchtime if I were able to eat, and set up my new dining room light fixture. I'd almost forgotten how much fun those guys are. They kept asking me for beer (which I didn't have), Christmas cookies (didn't have those either), and tacos (when all I had was re-fried beans). I'm pretty sure they were kidding. They told me I should be ashamed of myself (I was), but it was funny as hell to watch those two on their step ladders in my dining room, arguing amongst themselves about nuts and bolts, tool boxes, etc. Jimmy wanted to install the light live, but Rob insisted on turning off the power. Baillie was in a panic due to stranger danger while Max was loving having houseguests.
The light looks great- it's three little stainless steel spotlights- and those guys arranged them all nice, wanted to move my dining room table into the middle of the room, but I told them no; I like it by the window, and I never eat there anyhow. I'm kind of barbaric like that. I'm a coffee table in front of the tv type girl. The old fixture was very nice, but it had 12 light bulbs- each of which cost about $8 per lightbulb, and due to my financial situation, I had just one lightbulb left, so this one will be much more managable.
AND- Sam Russo from Select One just now called my cell phone, but I didn't know who it was, so I said Caryn was unavailable. OMG- a new job opportunity! Maybe there is hope for me yet! I haven't heard from this recruiter in over a year. How about a job in the Northtowns, Sam? That would be GREAT! Especially considering the lame ass blizzard out there today. I would love to have a job where I don't have to drive 20 miles there and back every day. But there are a few people at Bailllie that I would miss terribly. I'd still take a job nearby, if the compensation was adequate. In fact, I'd almost be willing to take a pay cut. My days of Southtowns living are a thing of the past, and I'd like to put it behind me, but for maybe the occasional daytrip to the farmers market to catch up with Jane. Wish me luck- I am gonna call him back right now!
Monday, December 28, 2009
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Ah Christmas... you crazy sleep stealer!
So I was very lucky this year. It looks as if Santa's sleigh blew up in my living room. It took me four trips to get all this loot up here. My family is insane. Overboard on the gifts, as usual- not that I'm complaining! My sister asked me why I sounded so grumpy when I left her a voicemail today, and I was like, "Eh.. I was getting ready to leave Keith's, and I've got the dogs, and a boatload of presents from Keith and Ellie, not to mention all the presents from you guys in Keith's truck that I need to load into my car, plus it's raining out." Geez- if everyone could have such problems! I feel like a jerk. I really am lucky as hell.
Presently listening to Steeley and thinking about how I have to get ready for the Scotch & Sirloin family extravaganza this evening. My dad is so excited. But I don't think Tom is coming. He texted me last night and said he'd call me tomorrow (which is now today), and I've not yet heard from him, so doesn't look good for the eldest of the siblings showing up. But you never know with him. Sometime's he'll surprise you. And as if on cue, he just called, and IS coming. It's a Pritchard Christmas miracle!
The only missing thing is Ria. Betting and hoping she had an awesome Christmas, and we'll see each other soon. I guess I should get me groove on. I'm not the biggest Steeley Dan fan to begin with. Best wishes, loves!
Presently listening to Steeley and thinking about how I have to get ready for the Scotch & Sirloin family extravaganza this evening. My dad is so excited. But I don't think Tom is coming. He texted me last night and said he'd call me tomorrow (which is now today), and I've not yet heard from him, so doesn't look good for the eldest of the siblings showing up. But you never know with him. Sometime's he'll surprise you. And as if on cue, he just called, and IS coming. It's a Pritchard Christmas miracle!
The only missing thing is Ria. Betting and hoping she had an awesome Christmas, and we'll see each other soon. I guess I should get me groove on. I'm not the biggest Steeley Dan fan to begin with. Best wishes, loves!
Friday, December 18, 2009
Random- just like my thought process on most days
Couple of moments while Christmas shopping with Keith this past Tuesday...
Walking up to Home Depot across the slick and snow studded parking lot, I blurt out,
"I have this unshakeable feeling I'm going to wipe out and fall on my face at some point this evening." He laughs and tells me he was just having the exact same thought, and from his laugh, I couldn't help but believe him.
After dinner at Applebee's we get in his truck to head back to my apartment, and I start thinking:
Really... How come he never opens my car door for me? Yeah, we've been together a while now, and I guess some guys are into that kind of crap in the beginning, and then it sort of wears off, right? RIGHT? But there ARE guys who always do that sort of impressive thing, every time, and mean it. But then again, wait a minute... think of all the awesome things he DOES do for me. Am I really THAT girl? I mean, as much as I'm a neurotic basket-case, I'm pretty self sufficient. Do I really give a crap that this guy never opens the car door for me? I guess I don't. I'm capable of opening my own car door. When we're walking out of my place to go somewhere, and I am screwing around trying to lock the door to my apartment, he always waits and holds the door to outside for me, no matter how long I take. He brings me yogurt for tomorrow's breakfast every night he comes over. Scratch and win lottery tickets for us weekly. Makes me dinner as much as I cook for him. Made me a goofy/sweet handwritten book of coupons for Christmas last year (that can be our little secret, ok?)...
And mid stream of consciousness, I hear him from the driver's seat, "I hope you know I'd like to let you in my truck first, but the lock on the passsenger side door doesn't work." Was he reading my mind, or do I wear my heart on my sleeve to such an extent? And the truth is, as soon as he said it, I remembered that that was the case, because I've tried to unlock the passenger door of his truck a bunch of times with his keys, and I know the lock really doesn't work. I always have to go over to the drivers side to get in. Guess I just forgot for minute. I hope he was reading my mind, because I'd hate to think I am so much an open book. And the thing is, while he may get in the truck first because of the broken lock, he doesn't just lean over and pop the lock- he pops the lock and then opens the door from the inside. Bravo!
And let's face it... if he were to start getting in his truck, popping the passenger lock, and then coming back out and around to let me in, that would be a bit too much in my opinion.
What I'm trying to say, in far too many words, is that we may be a pretty sweet match, all things considered. Ups and downs are okay. And I guess whether he read my mind, or my manner, or my body language or facial expression, it's pretty evident he gets me. And at the end of the day, that's what it's all about, no?
Walking up to Home Depot across the slick and snow studded parking lot, I blurt out,
"I have this unshakeable feeling I'm going to wipe out and fall on my face at some point this evening." He laughs and tells me he was just having the exact same thought, and from his laugh, I couldn't help but believe him.
After dinner at Applebee's we get in his truck to head back to my apartment, and I start thinking:
Really... How come he never opens my car door for me? Yeah, we've been together a while now, and I guess some guys are into that kind of crap in the beginning, and then it sort of wears off, right? RIGHT? But there ARE guys who always do that sort of impressive thing, every time, and mean it. But then again, wait a minute... think of all the awesome things he DOES do for me. Am I really THAT girl? I mean, as much as I'm a neurotic basket-case, I'm pretty self sufficient. Do I really give a crap that this guy never opens the car door for me? I guess I don't. I'm capable of opening my own car door. When we're walking out of my place to go somewhere, and I am screwing around trying to lock the door to my apartment, he always waits and holds the door to outside for me, no matter how long I take. He brings me yogurt for tomorrow's breakfast every night he comes over. Scratch and win lottery tickets for us weekly. Makes me dinner as much as I cook for him. Made me a goofy/sweet handwritten book of coupons for Christmas last year (that can be our little secret, ok?)...
And mid stream of consciousness, I hear him from the driver's seat, "I hope you know I'd like to let you in my truck first, but the lock on the passsenger side door doesn't work." Was he reading my mind, or do I wear my heart on my sleeve to such an extent? And the truth is, as soon as he said it, I remembered that that was the case, because I've tried to unlock the passenger door of his truck a bunch of times with his keys, and I know the lock really doesn't work. I always have to go over to the drivers side to get in. Guess I just forgot for minute. I hope he was reading my mind, because I'd hate to think I am so much an open book. And the thing is, while he may get in the truck first because of the broken lock, he doesn't just lean over and pop the lock- he pops the lock and then opens the door from the inside. Bravo!
And let's face it... if he were to start getting in his truck, popping the passenger lock, and then coming back out and around to let me in, that would be a bit too much in my opinion.
What I'm trying to say, in far too many words, is that we may be a pretty sweet match, all things considered. Ups and downs are okay. And I guess whether he read my mind, or my manner, or my body language or facial expression, it's pretty evident he gets me. And at the end of the day, that's what it's all about, no?
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