Like most offices, our office manager sends out birth announcements when anyone in the company welcomes a new little one.
I got one this morning that was a little unusual and made me do a double take.
It said, "Please congratulate ***** and his wife as they celebrate the birth of their new bundles of joy" And then it listed four, yes four, names with all their little newborn info after them. None of them weighing in at more than 2.5 lbs.
I was wondering, do you think they would give me one of their babies since they have 3 extras?
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
My PMS Catch up Post
Ah Internet. I have missed you. Also I am up to my eyeballs in work that piled up while I was in Arizona lounging by the pool last week. But I cannot stay away anymore.
I stopped at Boston Market on my way home tonight to buy dinner for my family. For some reason the kids consider this gourmet food and I get tons of step-mom points when I bring it home. As soon as the bag is spied I get cheers and hugs and kisses (not so hot on the kisses since Swine Flu has showed up on the horizon). Anyway, when I walked into Boston Market I noticed this cute little family at the cash register. The man was in a suit and tie and the mom was dressed in jeans with a cute backpack diaper bag on one arm and a cute little baby on the other. They had two little boys as well, also cute. I don't know why I noticed them but I did. I guess it was because they were just so, cute.
While I was standing in line, I started talking to the older gentleman in front of me. Y'all, I don't know what possessed me to do this because I'm a twitchy introvert who does not really talk to random people who I don't know in public places. But for some reason I started talking to this man. And he was so nice. He just started chatting away telling me about this new restaurant he tried last night and how good it was. For some reason it gave me the warm fuzzies. We bid each other a good evening as he left with his gourmet fare and I paid for mine.
And as I was leaving I noticed the cute family again. They were all sitting at a table with their heads bowed in prayer. It was touching. I was touched. It hasn't been a very good week for Michigan and there hasn't seemed to be much to be happy or optimistic about. But we're all in it together. Any maybe I need to remember that.
I stopped at Boston Market on my way home tonight to buy dinner for my family. For some reason the kids consider this gourmet food and I get tons of step-mom points when I bring it home. As soon as the bag is spied I get cheers and hugs and kisses (not so hot on the kisses since Swine Flu has showed up on the horizon). Anyway, when I walked into Boston Market I noticed this cute little family at the cash register. The man was in a suit and tie and the mom was dressed in jeans with a cute backpack diaper bag on one arm and a cute little baby on the other. They had two little boys as well, also cute. I don't know why I noticed them but I did. I guess it was because they were just so, cute.
While I was standing in line, I started talking to the older gentleman in front of me. Y'all, I don't know what possessed me to do this because I'm a twitchy introvert who does not really talk to random people who I don't know in public places. But for some reason I started talking to this man. And he was so nice. He just started chatting away telling me about this new restaurant he tried last night and how good it was. For some reason it gave me the warm fuzzies. We bid each other a good evening as he left with his gourmet fare and I paid for mine.
And as I was leaving I noticed the cute family again. They were all sitting at a table with their heads bowed in prayer. It was touching. I was touched. It hasn't been a very good week for Michigan and there hasn't seemed to be much to be happy or optimistic about. But we're all in it together. Any maybe I need to remember that.
Monday, April 27, 2009
PS
I added a few links - if I linked you and you don't want to be linked, please let me know and I will take it down!
I'm Back
We are back from our vacation. And I have been frigging with this blog for the last hour.
Can you tell how much progress I haven't made?
I will get some pictures up this week, I promise.
We had a wonderful time and got to remember what it was like when we were dating. I'll tell you all about it. Soon.
Can you tell how much progress I haven't made?
I will get some pictures up this week, I promise.
We had a wonderful time and got to remember what it was like when we were dating. I'll tell you all about it. Soon.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Random Thoughts on me Drive to Work
(Sorry, I've been watching too much SpongeBob and I think I'm Mr.. Crabs.)
I turned off the talk radio this morning and turned on the XM/Sirius 80's station. I realize now how much more my wind can wander and unwind when I am listening to music instead of a talk show host tell me how f'd up the country is.
Am I the only one who is totally transported back to my youth when I listen to the music from it? I also realized this morning how stupid the lyrics are to a lot of 80's songs. For instance, this morning I got to hear "Every Rose has it's Thorn" by Poison. Ah, Poison. I thought they were girls the first time I saw them and even when I realized they were actually men, I was still jealous of their complexion and make-up jobs. Anyway, one of the lines in that song is, "Every rose has it's thorn, just like every night has it's dawn." So are they vampires? Because I thought a thorn was a bad thing and a dawn after a long dark night was a good thing. So how are those two things alike?
Then I heard, "Straight Up" by Paula Abdul. Sweet! I loved that song when I was 14. But what about the line, "Straight up now tell me are you gonna love me forever? Or am I caught up in a hit and run"? Right. I guess I understand what a hit and run is.
While I was pondering the 80's and my youth, I came to a stop light. I have to travel about 8 miles on a residential but busy two lane road with many stop lights along the way (about half my drive), it's actually kind of nice. I like to see houses on my way to work instead of billboards. This is actually the long way, but I prefer it over the expressway. So I was sitting at the light and I see this boy, probably about 11 years old (I'm guessing based on my limited knowledge of children), and he is riding his bike across the busy road. He's smart enough to cross with the light and he's wearing a helmet, but he is obviously on his way to school, he had his backpack on his back. But for some reason it made me sad. Probably because I struggle everyday with the fact that my kids have parents (all four of us) who work and I feel guilty. They come home to an empty house at least twice a week and when they go to their mom's house she mostly lets the tv babysit them. But that being said, they never have to get themselves off to school in the morning. Sam gets driven to the bus stop and Becca's bus stop is right in front of our house and either myself, Dave or his mom or my dad is always there to see her off. I don't think I could put my little boy on his bike and send down a busy street to school.
Now I understand that there may be a lot more to the story then what I perceive just from seeing the kid riding him bike down the street, but that is the reaction I had to it.
Okay, so I kept driving after seeing the little boy on his bike and I continued to jam to the 80's station. My mind wandered to such topics as Aqua Net hairspray, braces, jelly bracelets, jelly shoes and Madonna (The boy toy Madonna). Then I looked down and realized that I was almost out of gas. I stopped for gas, leaked it all over my hands, whoops and then came to work to find out that there was yet another round of layoffs going on. This involved two people that I have worked with since I started here 7 years ago (one of which has 5 kids).
I'm sad. Again.
You couldn't pay me enough to go back to being 14, except when I hear Bruce Springsteen singing Glory Days.
I turned off the talk radio this morning and turned on the XM/Sirius 80's station. I realize now how much more my wind can wander and unwind when I am listening to music instead of a talk show host tell me how f'd up the country is.
Am I the only one who is totally transported back to my youth when I listen to the music from it? I also realized this morning how stupid the lyrics are to a lot of 80's songs. For instance, this morning I got to hear "Every Rose has it's Thorn" by Poison. Ah, Poison. I thought they were girls the first time I saw them and even when I realized they were actually men, I was still jealous of their complexion and make-up jobs. Anyway, one of the lines in that song is, "Every rose has it's thorn, just like every night has it's dawn." So are they vampires? Because I thought a thorn was a bad thing and a dawn after a long dark night was a good thing. So how are those two things alike?
Then I heard, "Straight Up" by Paula Abdul. Sweet! I loved that song when I was 14. But what about the line, "Straight up now tell me are you gonna love me forever? Or am I caught up in a hit and run"? Right. I guess I understand what a hit and run is.
While I was pondering the 80's and my youth, I came to a stop light. I have to travel about 8 miles on a residential but busy two lane road with many stop lights along the way (about half my drive), it's actually kind of nice. I like to see houses on my way to work instead of billboards. This is actually the long way, but I prefer it over the expressway. So I was sitting at the light and I see this boy, probably about 11 years old (I'm guessing based on my limited knowledge of children), and he is riding his bike across the busy road. He's smart enough to cross with the light and he's wearing a helmet, but he is obviously on his way to school, he had his backpack on his back. But for some reason it made me sad. Probably because I struggle everyday with the fact that my kids have parents (all four of us) who work and I feel guilty. They come home to an empty house at least twice a week and when they go to their mom's house she mostly lets the tv babysit them. But that being said, they never have to get themselves off to school in the morning. Sam gets driven to the bus stop and Becca's bus stop is right in front of our house and either myself, Dave or his mom or my dad is always there to see her off. I don't think I could put my little boy on his bike and send down a busy street to school.
Now I understand that there may be a lot more to the story then what I perceive just from seeing the kid riding him bike down the street, but that is the reaction I had to it.
Okay, so I kept driving after seeing the little boy on his bike and I continued to jam to the 80's station. My mind wandered to such topics as Aqua Net hairspray, braces, jelly bracelets, jelly shoes and Madonna (The boy toy Madonna). Then I looked down and realized that I was almost out of gas. I stopped for gas, leaked it all over my hands, whoops and then came to work to find out that there was yet another round of layoffs going on. This involved two people that I have worked with since I started here 7 years ago (one of which has 5 kids).
I'm sad. Again.
You couldn't pay me enough to go back to being 14, except when I hear Bruce Springsteen singing Glory Days.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
I'm not dead. Here's the short version.
We have been laying people off at work. It has been sucky.
Dave and I have been experiencing some trials and tribulations of late (see secret blog that does not exist yet). We're okay but it's been sucky too.
Saturday we are leaving for a week in Arizona. Much needed for our mental sanity, our relationship, and our pasty white skin.
On a spiritual note, not to be too cheesy but even with all of the above going on, I have felt the most at peace with my life that I have felt in years.
I want to expound on these things, but there is neither the time nor the will right now.
On a lighter note, I finally got my passport and the picture is worse then my drivers license. I look like Fred Flintstone, my head and face take up most of the picture. I'm pretty sure you cannot get a passport picture retaken just because you think you look stupid.
Hmmmm.
We have been laying people off at work. It has been sucky.
Dave and I have been experiencing some trials and tribulations of late (see secret blog that does not exist yet). We're okay but it's been sucky too.
Saturday we are leaving for a week in Arizona. Much needed for our mental sanity, our relationship, and our pasty white skin.
On a spiritual note, not to be too cheesy but even with all of the above going on, I have felt the most at peace with my life that I have felt in years.
I want to expound on these things, but there is neither the time nor the will right now.
On a lighter note, I finally got my passport and the picture is worse then my drivers license. I look like Fred Flintstone, my head and face take up most of the picture. I'm pretty sure you cannot get a passport picture retaken just because you think you look stupid.
Hmmmm.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
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