A day (or two or three) in the life of...

I'd write some but I tired. The Bug kept me up till 4 last night/this morning and I had to wakey wakey, eggs and bakey for the work at like 6:30. Insanity. Fun is had, pictures is taken, talking is 'a done plentifully, Wii'ing was done, brain freezes was had, puppies coveted and giggles is had. We has movie to watch now so I'm off to go watch cheesy lil comedy. Yay!

I'm giddy!!! See, I was super surprised this evening when my tired bones got home from work and ... and... See, I got home (after talking to Harms on my drive home for entertainment and perking up) and I sat on the kitchen counter to talk to Cowboy and Jems about my day and this and that and tell them how hard I'm being worked and some other Wah''s in there and... so, then Cowboy's all "ok, so you gonna go check your email before we go to the gym?" and so I shrug and go"yeah... I don't feel like going to the gym... wah", so then I go to my office and I go to sit and there's this great love note that melts me heart which says that I'm special, hard working and all this other totally sweet stuff that made me feel googley and loved and it's attached to this yellow, polka-dotted wrapped box and I rip the wrapping paper off and.... and... This glorious piece of equipment blinded me with it's holy rays that shot out of it's box ...

Dear Blog Diary, So the new job is intense. Way intense. I'm used to managing about 4 or 5 active projects at once and having a few sleeper projects at the same time. Apparently my new employer thought I needed more of a challenge so by day 2, I had 42 projects reassigned to me. Some new that required me to kick each off individually and about 30 or so that were already active and were transitioned [read: edited PM name on project to read Claudia... that's their transitioning] over to me so I had to introduce myself to those customers (I'm not finished w/that step on some yet actually) and get caught up on the haps. Holy Shit. What have I walked into? I mean, is it a challenge and uber stimulating? Yes. Do I want to live to work? No. So, I still have to keep on giving it a fair chance and see if I start getting acclimated to this hustle and bustle or if it ends up making me be a crazy eyed moody person who clings to the good 'ol days of 10 projects tops... On the b...

Tomorrow is my first day at new job ((trying to calm down breath)). Holy crap, I'm going to have to be that new girl again. I haven't been that new girl who shyly looks around from new face to new face and smiling big hoping to make new friends, in almost 10 years. HOLY SHIT! I'm nervous. What do I wear? Do I try to censor myself so that I don't make a bunch of dumb jokes which push the envelope or go with the flow? Will they like me? Hate me? Will the women be like "ugh, new girl probably thinks she's _____"? My huge dilemma is, I have HUGE self esteem issues which I admit are totally based on my obviously being a bit consumed by my self. If I could step back and see past my self then I'd not be so worried about what people thought of me, impressions I make or the lasting effects of my words or lack thereof. Fuck me sideways, I need a respite from my issues for just a week or two so that I can get settled and get past this stage. To ease the blow, ...

This picture would have us believe that flossing is happiness. Maybe I can start believing it too. I went to the dentist yesterday (after not having gone in about 3 years or so) and they told me what I suspected... My mouth is broken. Yep, not having flossed regularly has fucked me up, Ladies and Gentlemen. So, if you take nothing else from this insignificant blog, please let the lesson of daily flossing stick. I HATE flossing. It makes me gums hurt and bleed at times because me choppers are so tightly aligned that by the time I get the floss to push past them, they hit my gums like those wire cheese slicers. (that was a little dramatic but it was for effect, I needed drama. Didn't that also sound kinda dirty or is it just my foul mind?) I went for a filling and came out with a whole slew of expensive visits that I'll need to make in order to clear up some evils inhabiting my mouth. Maybe I should just get my teef removed completely and get a blinged out grill to wear, ...

I've been pretty absent on this blog because my mind's been racing with work decisions and preparing for guest after guest after guest and a big family partay at our place for Cowboy's uncle. Yesterday was the first real day of quiet and non-preparing or entertaining that we've had in a very long time. I didn't shower (don't judge!), I stayed in my PJ's, I embraced my crashing emotions at one point, read some in my current book, watched a bunch of fluff pop television that I'm sure melted a few brain cells and tried remaining as silent as possible. At one point, Jemmy Pie went to work and Cowboy went to the gym and I reveled in the glory of being completely alone for a whole hour. I didn't know what to do with myself, so I did nothing but got a bowl of ice cream and watched more TV. I was finally lifted from my spot on the couch so that I could walk down the block to our mail box with both of the doggies and the hubby. I held strong and went in m...