My delimma with naps

So I was catching up on  reading blogs from my vastly neglected Google Reader account and came across a blog entitled: Take a Nap! Change Your Life and I must admit - it spoke to me as the Gospel according to The Sandman!

Back in the day NPH made frequent appearances in my dreams :)

I've been struggling with extreme exhaustion for the last several months. I've been to the doctor and they've run every test known to man - but no definite diagnosis has been given (The word Lupus has been thrown around more than I'm really comfortable with too). Until this year, I've never been a nap person (unless I stayed out way too late and was nursing a serious hangover headache). Last week, I had a trade show that allowed me to get off work around 2:30 and by 3 p.m. I was SNOOZING - hard! Which, I must admit, scared me a little. The part that scared me even more is that I was able to go back to sleep that night and slept very well (dare I say I felt, rested?) I go back to the doc soon, but until then, this article has inspired me to try to work naps into my daily routine.

We've all heard of the 20 minute power nap, but who really does that? Stay tuned. Maybe by the end of October I can say I am. 


Okay - serious revelation coming around: I could've napped instead of writing this blog... Whoa!

Team Bacon, Fried Extra Crispy

Week two of Fantasy Football puts me in 2nd place in the league (Woo Hoo!!).

I'm super excited because (this week) I won against the league commissioner's wife - she's the one that keeps up with football probably the most out of us "League Girls" & yet I FRIED her Team Bacon!

I must admit it looks a lot better now.

Check it out!

Fantasy Football <-----Really?!?!

The title is true - I bit the bullet and am now part of a Fantasy Football League with some girls at work. We are TMAC Shenanigans and my team is Accidentally on Purpose (because when I kick your ass, you must know I planned it that way!).

We're in week two and I'm tied for 4th place at 99 points. My match up this week is my good friend who is in 2nd place. Lord, help me!

I need some positive vibes and good chi and whatever else you can come up with to WIN!

I'll keep you posted. In the meantime, enjoy a photo of this SUPER Cute sparkly pink football :)

Let's GO Team!!

Just a little sad...

As I've mentioned (or perhaps just eluded to) in previous posts, I've made some less than stellar financial decisions in my life and now they've all come to a head. In a couple of weeks, I'll be moving out of my nice 3-bedroom, 2-car garage, 2-bathroom house into a room. Yes, one room. No more garage. No more sole access to two bathrooms. No, I'm not going to jail - I'm getting rid of (pretty much) all of my earthly possessions and renting a room from a friend.

On one hand, I'm extremely grateful to have a friend that is willing to let me rent a room for a very reasonable price.

On the other hand, I'm extremely sad about the concessions I'm having to make in order to get my s**t together.

I hope the grateful / happy part starts taking a larger piece of the pie soon, because this really is a good thing. I get to save a good amount of money and (hopefully) I will get to pay some stuff off quickly. This will also give me a chance to maybe get a second job and/or start working out (at a gym) to lose some of this extra weight.

Roscoe

Right now though, I'm in the throws of sadness - chiefly because one MAJOR concession of this move is that my (dog) Roscoe can't come along with me. He left yesterday to go live with my parents for a (little?) while. My parents are unable to take me in so they're doing the next best thing and taking care of Roscoe. Unfortunately, they live several hours away so I don't get to see them (or Roscoe) again until Memorial Day. I've had this dog for 8+ years and with the exception of a few nights here and there - he's been at my side his whole life. I know he's happy though because he adores my Dad and my nephew - my Mom tells me that Roscoe rode in my nephew's lap the whole way from his Dad's house back home (about an hour). I know Roscoe was happy (at least yesterday). I just don't want him to think I'm never coming back for him...

So the morals of this story are:
1. Pay your bills! They will linger and haunt you!
2. Don't take your day-to-day life for granted - you never know when it will change.
3. Having only bad options to choose from sucks! You won't be happy with what you decide, but when you make your bed - you have to lay in it.
4, Bitching about it doesn't do anyone any good! Oh & it doesn't help!
5. Always have someone that knows how to tie stuff down help you move (but that's a story for another day)...

When Goose ≠ Vodka

Yesterday, I arrive at work (late, as per usual) pull in to a parking space and start to gather my stuff to get out of the car. I open my car door and this huge ass  Psycho-Goose (PG) starts coming towards me (and no - "goose" isn't a euphemism or metaphor)! I slam my door really fast and all the sudden the goose starts charging my car door. I couldn't believe it!

Goose Captor

While PG charged my door with rage in his eyes, I frantically call people inside the building for help and then as if the PG knew I was calling in reinforcements  he started biting the car door handle!! I get a hold of a co-worker and in between laughs she says she'll send the security guard out to help. In a moment of pseudo-brilliance I open my car door to see if he'll back up - he does but then he charges me again seemingly trying to climb in before I can get the door closed again. After an eternity 3 minutes or so - PG lost interest and went away. I quickly pulled out of that parking space and found a new one, only to be finally greeted by the security guard coming to my rescue. 

I get to my office (with mirrored windows) and it being an especially beautiful spring day a suicidal male cardinal decides his reflection the competition must die so he dive bombs my window for the next several hours until he meets his untimely fate. By lunch, I realize I've somehow pissed off the avian community and they were going to have their unholy revenge through any physical or mental means of torture available.

Today as I head to work I've decided to pack a shoe box and stale bread to get me through the day - (shoe box for the sad dead cardinal burial & bread to distract the goose). If that doesn't work, tomorrow I'm bringing a BB gun and big pot & we're gonna eat goose for Sunday dinner!

For future reference, Universe, the only kind of "goose" I like is Grey Goose!

New Haircut

My New Haircut

I've been trying to figure out what to do with my hair for awhile now, but I just never could find a style that I really liked. In the meantime, my locks got long, shapeless & out of control. So, Tuesday I bit the bullet and made a decision to just make a decision and go. 


My stylist cut off over 4 inches of hair! I couldn't believe how long it had gotten. This is my "new look". 


What do you think?

Finally back online

Finally back online!


Monday, my cable & internet service provider did an "upgrade" to their operating system and by Tuesday my system wasn't receiving a signal. I called and spoke with the wonderful automated system, who informed me that an "outage" was in my area and they "are working on the problem". So I took a Benadryl and went to bed. 

sweet sweet TV

Wednesday morning = still broken. Wednesday evening, I call and find out (after 45 minutes on hold) that I have to wait until Thursday between 5 - 7 for a technician to come and figure out what the problem is. The last time Charter came out for a service call they were 15 minutes early, so I left work at 3:30ish and get halfway home and get a call from the technician saying that he's sitting in front of my house. I'm a good 20 minutes away and think "crap!" I can't handle rescheduling. He says he'll wait...


All this to fix some problem with the wire... on the street... a job that took maybe 30 minutes (including troubleshooting). The whole time, Roscoe (my dog) is in his crate - crying his eyes out. 


So after all this, I'm embarrassed to say I went two+ days without cable and internet and almost went crazy! Of course, I didn't eat dinner for two days and now that I have it (cable) back I'm S T A R V I N G! Maybe there's something to this no TV thing...