F#(%!#@ Blogger!!! I posted this on Saturday night! Here it is again... late:

Happy Birthday to my bestest friend, Jem.

Jem is excitement. Truly outragous.

Response to Tempest:
No. The bitch brought those "gold" chocolate coins. Punk.

Note to everyone else I know:
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.

Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our Light,not our Darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?

Actually, who are you NOT to be?

You are a child of GOD. Your playing small does not serve the world.

There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.

We were born to make manifest the glory of GOD that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own Light shine, we unconsciously give other people the permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others"

Nelson Mandela 1994 Inaugural Speech

Happy New Year.

Written by my father to my husband inside the birthday card from both parents:

"P.S.
Eagel's may fly, but weasels never get sucked into jet engines.
Soar like a Weasel, our son!"

And they wonder where I get it from...

So yesterday marked the 32nd year of life for my loving husband. Happy Birthday, Babylove! For those who want to know, I got him Pidah Man Tuff. For those who don't want to know, don't read that last sentence. See? I could be in politics. He got all kinds of good stuff, and was very happy. In fact, his reaction to the Spiderman Football jersey I got him was frighteningly similar to my 4-year-old nephews response to his video game. Hmmm...

This is my last week before the Christmas break, and I can't wait. Things at the job front have smoothed out. My manager rode along with me last week. Mostly to show me how badly I'd screwed up my last three expence reports. Remember that not asking how thing? Note to self: When dealing with a LARGE corporation's Amex, never assume. She explained, and I had to redo them all. Fun. But there's nothing I love better than knowing how to do something right, so that "fun" comment was only 1/2 sarcasm. O.k., maybe 3/4.

Our Christmas tree is up and decorated, and we have the single brightest star in the entire creation of indoor illumination. Seriously, three guys showed up at my door with Frankensence and Myrh. Now I finally know what Myrh is. Note to all of you: Don't eat it. I love my tree. It is a multi-colored, sparkly, flashing, monstrosity straight out of the 70's. Joy. 0% sarcasm.

(Sung to the tune of "Carole of the Bells")

"Leave me alone, please go away, I'm doing fine, I'll be o.k."

Ad Nauseum.

No... no... Not..... RETAIL!?!??

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

And yet I seem to find excuses. It's like they come looking for me...

I'm here, I'm alive, I'm resigned to the fact that I'll never be a size six again. Sigh. It snowed like a bastard here yesterday, for those of you not on LI, and I fnally left my territory (New Hyde Park) at 1:00 to grudgingly come home early. I hate that, it feels like giving up. Shades of my former (slave driving) job. Now my lower back hurt. I'd tell you why, but then I'd have to change my on-line rating and block out certain age groups. Suffice it to say, Al had the day off, and now I realize why there are baby booms nine months after big blizzards, and black-outs.

Nothing else to report, banter running thin, must... find... funny... ending..... uuuuugh.

Worst. Episode. Ever.

O.k., I have no excuses. I now have a 9-5ish job, we're back on our financial feet, and I'm not in some far off, exotic locale, like Cleveland, to keep me from posting.

So WHY haven't I posted? Well, there's a really good reason for that.... and I'll tell you as soon as I finish thinking one up.

So Christmas is upon us, and the goose isn't the only one getting fat. I'm doing the Adkins thing, mostly because I'm behind anything that let's me snack on cheese and use heavy cream in my coffee. Also, my bestest friend, Jem, has thus far lost 40 Lbs. on it. Go her! Also, I have a paternal uncle, and maternal uncle AND grandfather with diabetis. You can never start too soon. Worry, worry, worry.

So, CONGRATS to Chynacatt and Blixx!! Woo Hoo!! Are we hoping for a girl or boy? Goy? Birl? I'm so excited for you guys!! My nephew is 4 1/2 months old now, and I was over there last night for his brother's 4th b-day. He's so cute I just want to bite him! But then there's be a video all over the news, and no one would let me hold their kid again, and I'd get locked up in a cell with Jacko for a cellmate. Shudder. Anyway, Diwwon (Dillon, as pronounced by his 4 year-old brother) had a cold and was cranky, and guess who was the only one who could get him to smile??? Hmmm?? Guess! And Guess who was the only one who held him without him making the I'm-cranky-and-I-may-cry-at-any-second face??? ME!! Ha.

All in all, Skye and I were the Aunt and Uncle to be, since we brought the coolest gift (Virtual reality Spiderman game complete w/virtual reality HELMET and VISOR, that I had to wrestle from Skye's grip to give to the nephew). It earned us a hale and hearty, "WOW!!" from the neph, and a, "Tank you for the Pidah Man Tuff!!" And all is right with the world.

So... WE are NOT pregnant. But it was a really close call this week. I actually took an EPT on Thanksgiving day w/o telling Al (I can't STAND that Skye thing), and then sprung the, "We're not pregnant according to the test I just took." on him at dinner. I live for moments like that. I think he shot a little stuffing out his nose.

Anyway, what's new with us... I like my new job a whole lot. It keeps me traveling once every three months or so, and that makes me happy. I also get to shmooze with doctors, which has some benefits, and some drawbacks. The benefits are free lunches. The drawbacks are that many doctors didn't go to medical school because they wanted to sharpen their razor wit. I'll leave you to mull that over. Outside of that the job IS great. The last few months have been about getting organized. And re-organized. And then organizing again. Woo Hoo. The only real problem with it so far is that, in my PROFESSIONAL life, I tend to be very... professional. What I mean is, I'm used to being the one in charge, the one training other people, and even when I have NO IDEA what I'm doing, or what to do next, I guess I come off like I know EXACTLY what I'm doing. The drawback is, when I DON'T know what I'm doing, nobody assumes I don't know, and I have a TREMENDOUS problem asking for help. So a lot of this job so far has been me flying blindly, but seemingly confidently, into various brick walls. I have a head ache. And now so do you from reading this.

It's tough to be all powerful in your own mind... and no where else. I'm always of the opin of myself that if I'm shown something, do something, HEAR how to do something once, I should know how forever, and never get it wrong again. I'm exhausting.

So the jobs great, I'm not pregnant (but if I were it would be a girl. I'd insist, because the thought of Albert Ray Stoneburner V makes my skin crawl), and so far we're going to make it through Christmas in one general piece. Ahhh.

Everybody duck.