....and I Thought I Had Problems.........

I'll come into the office with a purpose. Usually to get the pen that I left behind, or to check Google stats answer an email.

If I sit down in front of the computer long enough to hit "reply" my sneaky right hand invariably manages to hit the "open new window" button and somebody's blog will appear. How'd that get there? I'll check on just one blog. Then another.
And another.


It's the "Just One Potato Chip Theory" gone cyber.
Betcha can't read just one.


Jen from Buried With Children was nice and left me a comment. I visited her blog for just a minute and travelled on.


I ended up at a little spot aptly named I Am Neurotic.


And I thought I had problems.


I'd never wear shortsleeved shirts when I was a kid because I have pointy elbows.


My sister cuts every teeny tiny bit of white stuff off of whatever she's getting ready to cook for dinner. She thinks it's fat and can't tolerate the idea of swallowing it. But pink and white hamburger is OK. (Hey Stew, that really is fat.) Now I've grossed her out.


One of my friends must drive in the passing lane at all times on the highway. Doing 50 mph.
I found this out by letting her drive ONCE. That was a long trip with many rude-finger salutes from the drivers passing us on the right.


Spending more than a couple of minutes in the kitchen gives Mr. Sweetie the heebie-jeebies. He says it's the critters under his feet. I say it's because I'm going to put an apron on him and make him cook.

One of the dogs cannot go out the front door without sitting down to give himself a good scratching. This creates a doggy traffic jam.

The other dog is darn near blind a little nearsighted. If anything is out of place on the path to the front door he'll invariably run into it. (See above.)


My BFF will not get on a plane. We have driven two days to avoid a four-hour plane trip.


I used to date a blind guy. Going down stairs he'd tap his foot on the step before stepping down to make sure it was there. I find myself doing the same thing years later and I can see perfectly well.

One of the residents in the nursing home I worked at refused to get into an elevator. Ever. She had never been in one and wasn't going to start anytime soon.

Is thumb-twiddling neurotic? I twiddle when I'm the passenger in my daughter's car. It's the only time I do it. Drives her insane.

My brother cannot tolerate large groups of people, even if it's his family. This is the same guy that spent five-plus years on a ship in the Navy with umm large groups of people. He now lives on a tiny tiny island population 143. Hmmmm. Maybe it's just the "family" part that he can't tolerate. (just kidding Al)

What do you do that you can't not do?

ABC

I borrowed this from Georgie over at Decisionally Challenged the other day. Pass it on! We want to know all about you!





A is for age: 5-0. I look like I'm 23. Good genes. Bad liar.


B is for burger of choice: Mr Sweeties' backyard grilled monster burgers with pepper jack cheese, cilantro, onions and lotsa spice. If he's cooking I'm not. It's a good thing.


C is for the car I drive: Silver '03 Honda Civic standard shift vrroom vrroom car, total bore-mobile but it is paid off so I love it.


D is for your dog's name: Mr. Magoo & Frank the Tank, the Siamese Twin pugs. They are joined at the hip and sometimes other places.


E is for essential item you use every day: My BFF the computer. Don't leave home without it. Since it's a desktop I never leave.


F is for favorite TV show at the moment: Brothers and Sisters.


G is for favorite game: Backgammon. If I was good enough at it I'd cheat but my fo real BFF can wipe me off the board. She's either a really good cheater or a really good player.


H is for home state: Ohio but our roots are in New England. I love New England from a distance. It's too damn cold up there.


I is for instruments you play: Oh hahahaha. I wish. If I could play I'd go for the piano. And the cello. Both large and intimidating. Like me.


J is for favorite juice: cranberry with a little vodka in it. Or vodka with a little cranberry.


K is for whose bum you'd like to kick: My own. I need to get my bum in gear and accomplish major chores today.


L is for last restaurant at which you ate: It's a toss-up, Applebee's or IHOP with Mr. Sweetie's folks either way. It's been awhile.


M is for your favorite Muppet: I love all Muppets indiscriminately.


N is for number of piercings: 2, one in each ear. I seriously considered getting my belly button pierced by The Bearded Lady when we were in Cape Cod years ago but my belly button was hiding under a roll of (must I say it) fat so I didn't. But CA got hers done.


O is for overnight hospital stays: One appendix, and to birth a 9-pound watermelon. Not on the same day. At least when I had my appendix taken out they still beleived in anesthesia. Not so much when CA was born. "Oh we don't use drugs anymore" the nurses would sing. Yeah, they were saving the good stuff for themselves.


P is for people you were with today: Mr. Sweetie, and CA by phone. We are joined at the hip by the phone.


Q is for what you do with your quiet time: Read. Blog. Nap.


R is for biggest regret: Not a one. Regrets are for suckers.


S is for status: (Pinching self) Still alive and kicking.


T is for time you woke up today: 7:30


U is for what you consider unique about yourself: I'm freakishly strong. (not really but I like to think so.)


V is for vegetable you love: All of them. I'm a vega-holic.


W is for worst habit: Which is worse, smoking or procrastinating?


X is for x-rays you've had: Dental. I should do Mr. Sweetie's ABC's, his Xrays are far more interesting. You name it, there's a picture of it.


Y is for yummy food you ate today: Home made meat loaf sammitch. Coffee. Yum.


Z is for zodiac: Cancer.

Ch-ch-ch-changes

Yesterday being Monday, or at least for awhile I was thinkin' it was Monday even if it was Tuesday and I was late with the Monday stuff....wait. Yesterday WAS Tuesday, right?

Is it Friday yet?

Anyway. I was saving Monday for Serious Stuff. Like seriously considering reviving my career (ok j.o.b.) as a nurse. I seriously considered it yesterday, seeing how I thought it was Monday and all.

Always start a new project/diet/life changing deals for the beginning of the week. That way you can procrastinate till Monday rolls around again. Or Tuesday. Whatever.

Up until 11 months 22 days and a couple of hours ago I had a real job. I was laid off on Halloween. I knew it was coming; the hospital I worked at was downsizing our unit, and the Powers That Be decreed that LPNs were worthless expendable due for an extended vacation.
I was working two jobs at the time, and Christmas was coming. Job number Two was our barn star business. I anticipated a busy couple of months and was looking forward to having the time to devote to the Season of Shopping. I wasn't planning on doing the shopping, I was lying in wait for customers to come buy stuff from us, which they were obliging enough to do.
Lots and lots of lovely customers.
We had so many orders that we were sleeping for four hours, painting.packing.shipping for as long as we could stand up and speak intelligently ~or at least point and grunt ~ and sleeping for four hours.

Good times.

Springtime was a more modest version of Christmas. I couldn't imagine going back to work. I WAS working. I'm STILL working. I'm the Painting/Packing/Shipping/Accounting/Janitor/Food Lady multi-tasking business guru.

When rumblings of "bailout" and "recession" ballooned into full-on bellowing this fall, folks got less eager to buy things that are more of a want than a need. Orders are a little on the slow side. There are just about enough orders to get by on, but I'm feeling the pinch.

Ouch.

I've been very blessed this year. We've managed to pay our bills, keep groceries in the fridge, and a roof over our heads. Thank You very much, God, I'm grateful.

But the Accounting, Janitorial, Human Resources, and Food Lady Departments are all sorrowfully shaking their heads and saying "Get a job already."

Maybe just a little job. Part-time. Now if I could just remember what day it is so I could show up at work on the right one..........

I want to give a shout out to The Nester. She's one of my favorite decorating bloggers. She's also a shameless promoter of all things handmade and mom-made. Today's promotion is Handmade Holiday. Head on over to her site here, join in the fun, festivities and giveaways that she's sponsoring, and check out the mass amount of goodies that moms are making!