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No, my picture doesn’t have anything to do with my title … but it has everything to do with the fact that I’m in another full-blown attack.  One of those out of the blue .. no idea what’s causing it … God help the people I work with who are going to have to listen to me sneeze and cough and sniffle all day.

Hurray is because I am paying Rachel’s braces off TODAY!   It’s a few months early, but I’m gonna bite the bullet and be done with it.   Six THOUSAND dollars - done.   Whew. 

Hurray is because school starts tomorrow!   Mind you, my youngest is 14 (15 next week) and it’s not like she needs much in the way of mommying … but to be able to go to work and know that she’s at school - on a schedule - and will be home at a certain time is nice.   The routine of it.   I like routine.   I have to have routine.  

Hurray is because of my mother.   My husband, the one who assured me on Sunday night that he could take Rachel to her yearbook meeting this morning at 10:00 am just called to say he can’t.   I’m already at work.  He wanted to know if he could drop her off an hour early and she could just sit there.  

(..men…  .. but that’s another post)  

Hurray is because my mother just lives four miles from us so she is able to get over there and take care of what Daddy said he’d do.     Thank you mom. 

Waiting on a table at Bubba’s ….
 

Got one ….
 

Playing at the beach …
 

How touristy can she be?
 

Apparently pretty touristy …
 

Rain, Rain - Go Away!
 

It’s “Meatball” … How can you not love him?
 

Isn’t she pretty?
 

The serious side of Rachel …

Number One Vacation Picture …

Don’t you just love it?   To me, it’s proof that you don’t need something electronic in your hand or in your ear … you don’t have to be at a theme park and you don’t have to be spending money to just have some fun.     

It seemed every time I turned around, one of those masks were staring me in the face!

Too funny!

So, I’ve got more to add, but getting 1000 pictures sorted is a major pain.  

Erin, Erin, Erin … Seriously, you must have a computer keyboard glued to your fingers.   I didn’t blog once while on vacation (I didn’t have internet access and I can barely SEE my blackberry screen for heaven’s sake) and I’ve been home since Sunday and still haven’t done a thing.   My name is Debbie and I’m a blog-slacker.  

I promise that I’ll post about vacation (with pictures) by tonight.       
Or by tomorrow.  
Certainly by the weekend.  

*hangs head*

Right now I have to go in for my performance review at work … and as unfair as I think it is, my boss refuses to include blogging, posting on Facebook and Myspace, or chatting on the Stephappens message board as ‘accomplishments.’  

We leave tonight for vacation.

OMG, I so need this.   Even though I’ll be doing my best to look reasonably cool at the beach wearing a metal and black Star Wars boot on one foot and a flip flop on the other … Even though some way cool mom must have taken over my body one day and I told my 14 year old daughter that she could invite a friend … Even though putting two 14 year old girls in the car with one 26 year old son is simply an invitation to all the eye-rolls I’ll ever want to see … and Even though I’m still not talking to HIM.     I still NEED this.  

I’m not talking to you.
I don’t think I’ll be talking to you tonight.
I don’t think I’ll be talking to you tomorrow either.

You want to act like a child with your stupid little temper tantrums - go ahead, but you do it by yourself.   I can’t believe that you scratch your head wondering why your daughters are such drama queens.   They learned it from the best … you.

We leave for vacation on Thursday.   Yip-pee.     

Feel better now tough guy?   How does it make you feel to know that you brought a 14 year old girl who NEVER cries to tears?      Are you proud of yourself that you did this because you launched into one of your yelling tirades because you couldn’t hear her?  

Your temper tantrums are getting old and tired.   And they make you look like an immature child.   There are more intelligent ways to deal with problems that you are having by talking … by looking for solutions … by asking for help … by communicating with the people that you are REALLY angry at.   And you need to stop taking your anger out on those who are there for you day-in and day-out … those who love you unconditionally … those who ask nothing from you. 

You need to take a good hard look at yourself and your behavior lately.   I know I’m going to.

My orthopaedic appointment was NOT for this morning … despite the fact that when they doctor’s office called to reschedule my appointment, I wrote in WEDNESDAY and JULY 22 for the reschedule date.   Nope, they say they never told me that … the appointment is tomorrow morning … THURSDAY, JULY 23.  

Crap.   I lost three hours (actually four … but who’s counting that closely) of sick leave this morning and will have to take off tomorrow morning too.

Aaaaaannnnnd - I came to work “dressed” today.   I was called for an interview today at 1:00 pm (sure hope I’ve got that one right) and planned to go from the doctor to the interview.   So, here I sit at work - “dressed” and not in my usual jeans and sneakers - waiting to go on this interview.   Someone’s already commented on my dress - I told them that since I thought I was going to the doctor - that I wore this to make it easier to get in and out of my walking boot for the x-rays.   Think they bought it?  

So, wish me well on my interview … Unless there is someone already chosen for the position (which is how Federal Government jobs usually go) I should be able to nail this one.   Fingers crossed!

Mad Men starts up again on July 27th and I can’t wait!

I love this show.   In high school I had an interest in film technique.   I thought one day I’d go into film … directing, producing, etc.   I ended up married and having a family instead.   Anyway, I love the show not only for the story, but for the attention to detail … hitting the look of the 60’s dead on … the ‘feel’ of the show. 

Smoking and drinking at work - why did we ever put a stop to that?