O lady

My boss lady is a chatty cathy today, for serious. She's in a crummy mood. . . well everyone is. I'm in a bad mood because I'm sick of this week. Anyway, apparently when she's cranky she likes to talk, a lot, about random things like hormone replacement therapy and telemarketers and her father talking so much that once, he made a guy with a cathater overflow all over himself (whoa!). Then she got called away to her son's school. Something about snack time and cake and he doesn't eat snacks during the school year but he had cake and now my boss lady has to go buy food for her son... I don't know. I just work here.

So I'm alone in the office. Just me and Max (the dog). He'll abandon me once he realizes that I've finished eating lunch.

Major thunderstorm-age this morning. Woke both Blake and me up around 6a.m. and it was so loud that it was shaking everything. Then it poured. And as soon as it was time for me to leave for work, the dangerous weather went bye-bye. Gee, thanks Mother Nature. I had dreams of spending the day catching up on my scrapbooking. Instead, I'm here at work... blogging. Okay, so I guess it's not all that bad.

Another sunny day

Going home this weekend because we might be gone for good soon.

I really can't wait to get out of here for many reasons. The number one reason is that this job does not suit me at all. It's a good job, don't get me wrong, it's just not for me. You know how sometimes you walk into a room or a store or anywhere, and you can just tell it just isn't your kind of place? That's how I feel every day. My boss makes me nervous. He's always frowning and looks mad. He makes me (and everyone) feel that they're always doing the wrong thing. He doesn't do it on purpose, it's just his way... lucky us.

He does make an effort though. He always thanks me at the end of the day for my help. He gave me a totally awkward thumbs-up once. He's a good businsesman. And he has a sailboat and wears boating shoes every day to work. I figure that a guy who wants to be on the water all the time can't be all bad.

Tuesday Happenings

No big activities today. Just a bunch of little things.

I had to be the bearer of bad news all day long for this poor interior decorator lady. I had to call her three times and tell her that she couldn't pick up her stuff, she couldn't see her stuff and something she was hoping to get in today hadn't come. Eventually (and not surprisingly) she got unhappy around 4:00 so my boss talked to her.

I got whistled at today. There are a couple of teenage guys who work in the warehouse and they thought I was out of hearing range, which of course, I was not. Part of me is very embarassed because I have to see these guys all the time. The other part of me is happy because I've still got it (apparently... and whatever 'it' is).

Blake is going running tonight with some guys from the unit. Occurring at 5:30... who goes running at 5:30? It's still hot out and besides, everyone's ready to go home for dinner. Ick. I will be at the nice air conditioned apartment, having a pre-dinner snack. French bread maybe. Or a couple of bites of the steak enchilada I have left over from last night. Oh man, I am making myself so hungry.

10 minutes to freedom.

Harumph!

It's just me... and my boss. Together. All day. My eyelids have that sticky/sandpapery feel that comes from extreme and acute boredom. I even Google'd "boredom at work." Unfortunately, the articles that came up were essentially all the same. Reorganize, download things, games, get a new job...

I'm using my downtime to blog. As always. That's why I don't post on the weekends. Too much going on. On Saturday, Blake and I went to the Barre Homecoming. We didn't get to the lobster dinner, though, we just weren't hungry. We did go to Sarducci's later that night. I love that place. We had calamari (wonderful) for an appetizer. Blake had spinach ravioli and I had pasta with mussels, shrimp and scallops. Love that place. I'm really glad we got back there before we left the area, which may be sooner than we think.

Blake finally got his orders!!! Yay!! He's not due until a bit later in the year, but we're hoping to get down there sooner. Blake' working on that today.

My boss just went to lunch. "See you in an hour." He always says that. He'll saunter in at about 2:30. Bosses. Though I can't complain. I kind of like the alone time.

A Bad Day Gone Right

Just one more reason I believe there is no such thing as a bad day...

Yesterday I woke up feeling wrong. Couldn't put my finger on it, but my whole body felt ill. Nevertheless, Blake and I did laundry and went grocery shopping. During that time, I developed a massive headache on the left side of my head. We got home and I laid down for an hour before we started dinner. Pork ribs in the slow cooker (awesome), but I accidentally jammed my arm on the cooker (not awesome). It left a 4" long burn on my arm. It looked pretty nasty so Blake and I walked to Shaw's for something to put on it. Halfway there, it downpoured. We had an umbrella, but both of us couldn't fit under it so I got soaked. The rain let up a little on the way back, but my whole body was wet. Blake helped me bandage myself when we got home.

I curled up under the covers to watch TV and Blake came over and rubbed my back and said quietly, "You've had a rough day honey. I love you." And then, my day was great once again!

The sun! The sun!

After days of rain and widespread flooding, the sun shines on Vermont. Just in time for the weekend. Fridays just feel different, better somehow. Blake and I are going to one of the best wings place on the planet this weekend, Waterbury Wings. Serious awesome deliciousness will occur. I salivate just thinking about it. I like our Friday-night-out ritual. It takes us to some delicious spots.

What else are we doing this weekend? Hmm... well as always, I have some things I want to buy. I really really need to get a planner. Call me old-fashioned (and fill me with ice and alcohol), but I like paper planners. I like writing things down. I feel more in control that way. It's the same problem I have with blogging. I just like to see the words form on paper. Blogging has really grown on me, though. But I don't think electronic planning ever will. It helps to know there are other paper-planner-lovers out there... they still sell them at Staples. God Bless Staples. If they would put a Charlotte Russe and a Lindt in a Staples I would LIVE there.

Started playing Bioshock last night. Yes, I am extremely behind the coolness... but it's like... I don't know... I haven't played Bioshock for the same reason I haven't seen No Country for Old Men. I've heard AMAZING things about it. Seen clips and heard interviews and I really am dying to see it... but it scares the crap out of me. I don't like to be scared. I don't like to be on the edge of my seat with fear. Last night, I bravely sat down, controller in hand, and entered the demented world of Rapture... beautiful and just as I suspected, creepy as hell. Probably has something to do with little girls stabbing dead bodies. Yeah. Going to be playing this one in broad daylight.

The big weekend

Earlier today, my boss, Karan let out a big yawn and said, "I wonder why I'm so tired this morning." I said, "Because it's Thursday." She agreed and said, "I look forward to going to bed at 9 on Fridays. There was a day when I was getting ready to go out at that time. I must be getting old." Well, Karan... I am old too. I don't go to bed at 9, but I certainly do look forward to cozying up in bed with Blake in the evening.

This weekend, Blake and I plan on going to the Barre Homecoming lobster dinner. Our other big activity? Blake and I signed up for Gamefly so we'll probably be playing video games all weekend. Yeah, we are losers, but you know what? At least we have each other. As always, though, sleeping in is the big one. It makes the work week worthwhile, to roll over and see 9:00am on the nightstand.

Ooh payday is tomorrow. My first paycheck working full-time. We'll probably need it to, paying for the new condo. Renting is a lot of money up front, but I think it will be worth it when we have our super sweet new digs.

Just a thought... you know what I miss? New episodes of The Office. They don't start until September. bummer. Yes, I know, the webisodes are very good, but there's nothing like a good episode of The Office. Especially on a Thursday when you need that pick-me-up from being dragged aruond all week.

Wow. I swear that I did not intend to have absolutely no transitions between paragraphs. Sorry.

Din!

Mmm-mmm-mmm. Alternative name for this post is "The Best Husband Ever." Though I did help with dinner last night, it was really his show. Greek-style salad with noodles and a citrus vinigrette. Topped with an awesome pepper and garlic steak. He even cooked it medium-rare for my sake (he's kind of a peasant and eats his steak brown inside... ick). I could eat this stuff every night for the rest of my life and die a happy woman. For dessert I had a small bowl of Snicker's ice cream. We cuddled and watched Wipeout! which is a new favorite. Come on, who doesn't like to see people making fools of themselves? Hilarious!

Blake really liked the condo he saw yesterday. Washer, dryer, dishwasher, porch, right on the river. Two bedrooms. Partially furnished. Heat and hot water not included though. We're just trying to decide if it's worth it or we should hold out. Been trying to figure out how much heat and hot water would be up here in October or November. It might even out in the end though, because we wouldn't have to go to the laundromat every week.

My mom e-mailed me last night. My niece was staying overnight at my parents house and she stayed in my old bedroom. Weird to think of my bedroom as a guest room. It still looks the same. Most of the stuff is gone, of course. It's weird to reference "at my parents' house," but I like the feeling. Just takes some getting used to.

Monthly Produce

Buying fruits and vegetables that are in season is supposed to be the way to go, but like this author at Wise Bread, I have no idea what's in season. True, I grew up on a farm, but it was a dairy farm... which means that I know when corn, hay and cows are in season. I am clueless on the rest. I am using this article, "Fresh Fruits and Vegetables, By Month" at the grocery store and farmer's market.

So what, it's Tuesday....

Tomorrow is Wednesday and then Thursday which is the day before Friday. It's not that I hate my job it's that I like the weekend better. It hasn't been a slow day, but I've had time for crosswords and Addicting Games. Lots of little things to do.

It's 2:15. So I have 2 hours and 45 minutes left of this office. Can't wait to get home.

Oh, get this. My mom told me that a family friend asked them to come to Killington (beautiful place) for a day-long something about milking buffalo. Yeah, milking buffalo. I couldn't find this "milking buffalo" festival online, but I did find a farm that milks water buffalo. Apparently, the buffalo love company. Okaaaaay.

In other news, Blake is looking at a condo today. It's at the higher end of our budget, but our BAH will still cover the rent and utilities for it. It's definitely one of the nicer places for rent in town and I wouldn't mind living in a super nice place for a few months. Our current apartment... well... let me tell you about living in Montpelier, VT. Most places for rent are kind of, well, dumps. Some of them literally. Poor Blake was nauseated by one he went to last week. The one we live in now isn't terrible, but the toilet is kind of broken and the floors/carpets are pretty beat up and lots and lots of little things that add up fast.

I'm excited to move again. Except the foosball table is way to heavy for this gal to lift. I almost gave myself a hernia moving it into the apartment we're currently in. No way I'm moving that bad boy ever again. But that's what friends are for, right?

2:36.... tick tock

Rain

Last night at 11, Blake and I were in bed, watching TV. He got up to go to downstairs, but just before he shut the door behind him, he turned around and said quietly,
"Come here, can you hear it?"
"Can I hear what?"
"Can you hear it raining?"

So I got up and we went into the non-AC, non-TV room and listened to the rain for a few minutes. The cars went by and made splashing noises. The room was completely dark. I like being married.

Cool Name

File this under: "Funny and Awkward"

My boss (who I mentioned just today does not have the gift of gab... or even the gift of continuing a pleasant conversation) just tried to make convo with a driver over the phone. Why he picked this guy I have no idea.

Tom: May I have your name, driver?
Driver: Demitrius
Tom: Demitrius... that... that is a-a cool name.

Maybe you had to be here to get the full effect. You probably have to have met my boss at least once to find that funny. I think this will be a post I'll reread in a year for a chuckle.

The hours drag by

I'm almost halfway through my work day. I'm alone in the office. the sun in shining. the breeze is blowing. and I am bored out of my mind. I have run out of useless websites to visit. I mean, how much useless internet crap can my mind take in?

Maybe my boss will come back soon. Like that will help... not a great conversationalist. You know those movies where there is a normal, every day, kind of boring guy who has a family and an office job and just goes about his life until something absolutely wonderful or terribly tragic happens and then you see that he is special and different from everyone else? Well, my boss is like that, except without the exciting end bit. I'm very tempted to see what he would do if I put his stapler in jell-o. My guess? He'd shake with rage and point me to the door.... some people have no appreciation for the finer (and funnier) things in life. Plus jell-o might melt and no one wants that.

On the up side, this weekend marked the closing of the wedding registry. There are a few items left on there, but they're things we've gotten somewhere else or have discovered we don't need. It's very adult. Owning all of the housewares, I mean. The apple corer, the basting brush, the cutlery, the shelf of cookbooks and cereal. Coming home and knowing all of that belongs to Blake and me... it's pretty deep stuff. Like, I used to be a kid, but like, now, I'm like, big. In college I still felt pretty much like a child. Taking home your laundry every couple of weeks will do that. But now...

I like being an adult, don't get me wrong. I mean, this whole husband thing... well, it's pretty damn awesome. And my relationship with my mother is perfect now that we don't have to live with each other. But wow. I'm too young to feel so much nostalgia. It was little over a year ago that I was in college with my roomies. Good times. It was less than 10 years ago that I was completely awkward and thought that I would never get married. Not so good times. Less than 20 years ago, I was living it up, playing in the mud and learning shapes and addition.

time. i can't believe how many and how few years i've been alive.

I really need to stop acting elderly.

Turning 16

My nephew, Jack, turns 16 on Sunday. He used to be a baby. He used to dance like someone had tied a brick to his one elbow and a dozen helium balloons to his other and he was trying to shake them all off. He was my first nephew. I remember the first time I held him. When he ate a crayon and my sister flipped out. When he put a rubber tire from a Tonka on the end of a stick and melted it over an open flame... then proceeded to wave the flaming, dripping plastic mass straight into my knee-cap. I still have a scar. When we were racing down a dirt and gravel hill and he tumbled off his bike and skidded to the bottom, face-first. Don't worry. His face turned out handsome. Too handsome in fact... he's always got a skinny, blonde girlfriend. Now he's got a car. He'll probably get four skinny blonde girlfriends now. Oh Jack. You used to like Barney. Please don't become a jerk. Please don't make your romantic life a revolving door of blonde hair and too many teeth. Please use a little of that time you spend pumping iron on looking at colleges at least 40 miles from home ... ... ... I know it would be weird if we hung out like we used to. We don't have much in common anymore. But you're still my first nephew and I love you.

so there.

In Love with a Friday

This day is great... because it is Friday. Sleeping in is priority number one this weekend for both Blake and me. These next two work weeks will be super rough because my supervisor at work will be on vacation, leaving me to do most of her work and handle incoming calls. Oooh boy. My boss is a nice man, but not a patient one. I expect a good solid frown or two daily.

Vermont is so humid today. The air is sticky. It's pretty gross, but at least I have AC at home. Thunder is rumbling in the distance. It poured out this morning just before Blake and I left. Hope the weather clears up by the time I have to go home. I'm in no mood to have my Friday drive home hindered by rain.

Limp

Getting out of bed this morning. . . it was just beyond what I could handle. My eyes still feel gritty. At least there is plenty of stuff to do at work and I'm not falling asleep. The sunshine helps.

Blake is out apartment hunting today. I put a big dent in his plans because I didn't completely fill out some paperwork I had to. He wasn't too happy... so I sent him a Hallmark "I'm sorry" e-card. Yeah... I'm classy like that.

Asleep at the Wheel

Sleepy. At my desk. Work is steady but uninvigorating. Max the fuzball is sleeping soundly... like a little brown log with paws. He opens his eyes once in awhile when his owner makes a noise with her food. Ever hopeful.

It seems like it should be Friday, not Wednesday. Though Wednesday's better than Tuesday and much much better than the M-word. Going back to working full time is kicking my butt. Just that month or so off for the wedding and moving got me back in the habit of having enough time to do whatever I want. I accomplished nothing that I wanted to last night. My scrapbooking sits half-done, the foosball table looks lonely, my desk at home is crazy looking.

Last night, I got home about 5:30 and dinner was immediately (1/2 hour cook time). So we got done with that about 7. Then Blake and I looked through some cookbooks for recipes for this week and we headed out to the grocery store about 7:20. We were at Shaw's until about 8:15. We got home, put groceries away and chilled out. I went to bed at 10:30 or so.

I blame the wine. I only had one glass. Little Penguin Chardonnay. Not amazing, but it's a good everyday wine because it's not expensive.

This weekend there is a Brewer's festival in Burlington. Should be super-fun. I am slowly but surely increasing my taste for beer. Just one more step in my plan to become the world's cheapest date.

Up-Up and Away

I had a good weekend. Saturday, Blake, Pruitt and I went to Warren Falls. Easily one of the most beautiful places in Vermont. The water has carved the granite in amazing ways... and it's good for swimming. Then Pruitt introduced us to Morse Farm outside of Montpelier. Their maple creemees are AMAAAAZING. The variety of maple flavored products they carry is downright jaw-dropping. The views are great too and there's a scaled-down model of the Vermont statehouse. Theeen Blake and I came home and had dinner and I made raspberry shortcake for dessert. Yep. Saturday was great.

Sunday was great too. Not exciting, just a chill day. It rained like mad. Blake and I made banana bread and burrito bake.

Yesterday... whoa. Everyone in my office had a serious case of the Mondays... except for me. I don't believe in having a bad day. If you're having a bad day, you're letting things that are probably beyond your control get you down. Life is too short for crap like that. The office was once again a calm place to work by the end of the day.

I went home to find that the rental company can't extend our lease on the apartment so... we have some apartment hunting to do. I'm more excited than bummed out. We have 4 or 5 weeks so hopefully we can find a decent place soon.

And today? Just a sunny day. The office dog, Max, is here... panting away and laying around like a fuzz ball.

Tonight, the husband is cooking Bratwurst and sauerkraut and apples and onions and all kinds of good things. He's going sailing today with a guy from the unit. Hope he doesn't get sunburned. I asked him if he had sunscreen and he got all manly and said, "I'll be allright." Okay, manly-man... but if you come back looking like a fire hydrant, I will laugh at you.

Hhhh-humid

Whoa. Humidity is kicking my A today. Even though it rained super-heavy a few times today, it's still a sticky, icky day. Luckily, we have an air conditioner in our bedroom and double-lucky... we do 90% of our stuff in the bedroom. ... um... like watching TV and surfing the net.

I gave myself hand cramps at work today by writing piles of paperwork by hand. It was an old, familiar and uncomfortable feeling.

My boss lady's dog came with her to work today. His name is Tim and he is a tiny Pomeranian. He is the saddest, cutest looking dog ever. He has a gray nose, a few spots of fur missing and (most endearing of all), his front left paw is unusable... crooked and sticking out at almost a 45 degree angle, making him look like he is perpetually waving hello to everyone. He is friendly and doesn't smell gross like some dogs do.

Had awesome hamburgers and fries that the Husband made tonight. A salad and a white merlot.... it was just a nice meal, though our roomie seems to be kind of down lately. I think it's the fact that his job isn't fulfilling and leaves him wondering what to do with the rest of his day. I can relate. Before I got my job, I felt pretty listless. He could pick up a second job, but he would rather be lazy and complain. He does a lot of sleeping... with the TV and lights on... still sitting up... at odd hours of the night.

.weird.

I Shot A Glock... and i liked it

Started my new job today. At a moving company a half hour from Montpelier . . .

to celebrate... I went with Blake and Mike to try out their handguns.

Blake bought a Glock today and frankly... shooting it was super fun. I shot a glass. It only took me two and a half magazines to get it! ha! I didn't think I'd like shooting a handgun. I was wrong. It's a little disconcerting to have it just chilling out, but everything is stored in various places in the apartment so I feel safe.

After the shooting spree we went to Friendly's for ice cream. Sooooo it was a pretty good day, except for the hot heat.

Oh, and Blake made awesome garlic and rosemary pork chops.