Oh, my aching head

It started earlier today. A nagging dull ache behind my eyes. No big deal. But as I went to pick the husband up from work this evening it raged to life. In a very short time it went from dull ache to full blown insane headache. I feel pretty sure at this point that my entire brain has moved up and is pressing behind my forehead, trying to escape my skull. And now the tightness at the back of the neck and shoulders starts...

I do not think tonight is going to be a good night.

This Year...

This year I will not take my husband for granted and will make him a priority.

This year I will spend more one on one time with my kids.

This year I will be a more positive person.

This year I will be grateful for the little things.

This year I will lose 20 pounds.

This year I will exercise more.

This year I will learn something new.

This year I will start taking classes.

This year I will be better than last year.

I'll Be Home for Christmas... If Only In My Dreams

The holidays this year were... well, different. You see, I've gotten used to spending Thanksgiving and Christmas with my sisters. And this year for a variety of reasons, that didn't get to happen.

And while I had the truly important things here with me - my wonderful husband and the kids. And it was a nice calm, (white) Christmas. I still missed that time with my sisters. I missed the chaos. I missed watching my nieces open their presents. I missed all the laughter as we talk over each other while sharing some wine. And I even missed having someone to share the responsibility of making the dinner.

Fortunately, they'll be visiting next week and spending New Year's with me. So we'll make the best of that time together. We'll laugh. We'll tease each other. We may even argue a little bit. And we'll make some more memories for me to enjoy the next time I'm missing them.

Schweddy Balls

My favorite Christmas skit of all time!!!! I can't count how many times I've seen this, it still makes me laugh until I cry...

Freezing My Butt Off

The bathroom at work is cold. Not just "oh, it's chilly in here". We're talking - "I can see my breath in here" cold. "Cold as stone" cold. "Cold as a witch's tit in a brass bra" cold. See what I'm saying.... COLD.

The kind of cold that forces you to hover. Not because you're worried about germs or catching some nasty unmentionable thing from the toilet seat. But because you're afraid you'll freeze to the rim and leave a layer of flesh stuck to it when you attempt to stand again.

Yep... COLD!

Excuse me Victoria; but your secret is showing...

I used to be a big fan of Victoria's Secret. Used to be.

I used to think they were worth the extra cost. I liked the styles. I liked the fit. I liked how they held up. Now - not so much.

I think it all started when they discontinued the Angel's Uplift bra. Best. Bra. Ever. Perfect fit. Comfortable. Made the girls look pretty darn good, considering thier age and the fact that they were functional rather than ornamental for a few years. I mourned when I realized the Uplift was no longer available. Since then I have struggled to find another Victoria's Secret bra I like as well. And have yet to truly find one.

But the struggle doesn't end there. I am also disappointed in the quality of the products. The undies don't seem to hold thier shape like they used to. I have always liked the cotton panties. They used to last forever. Now I feel like I am constantly having to replace them.

And if ONE more bra pops an underwire on me, I can not be held responsible for my reaction. In the past year it has happened to atleast 4 of my Victoria's Secret bras. The style doesn't seem to matter. I've been poked by both the cotton bra and the Body by Victoria. And if there is one thing I ask of my bra (other than helping return the girls to thier original location) - it's that it not stab me in the breast as I go about my daily business!

I launder and care for the items just the way the company suggests. But they still don't hold up like they used to.

I'm really starting to think it's time to just move on. If I'm going to be constantly replacing undergarments and getting less quality anyway, I may as well pay a little less for the same thing.

So, there it is... my opinion. I think Victoria's Secret is out. And it's just not as impressive as it used to be.

RIP Leslie Nielson

"Always leave them laughing when you say good-bye" ~ George Cohan

"I am serious... and don't call me 'Shirley'."

Thankful

I am thankful for my husband of 18 years.

I am thankful for his patience, his kindness, his strength, and his love.

I am thankful for my beautiful, smart, funny daughter.

I am thankful for my clever, funny, crazy son.

I am thankful for my parents.

I am thankful for my sisters.

I am thankful to have a roof over our heads and food on our table.

I am thankful to have a job when so many do not.

I am thankful for friends that laugh with me and comfort me when I cry.

I am thankful for wine.

I am thankful for coffee.

I am thankful for books.

I am thankful for hope.

I am thankful for sunny days.

I am thankful for rainy days.

I am thankful for warm showers.

I am thankful for the smell of baking pumpkin pies.

I am thankful cuddling with my hubby.

I am thankful for every happy moment.

I am thankful for all the bumps along the road that helped make me who I am today.

The Hardest Words

"I'm sorry" and "I love you". Two phrases that can change everything.

That's my current Facebook status. And it's true. Two phrases we all need and want to hear. However we either don't say them enough, or we toss them around so much that they lose thier power.

When was the last time you said "I'm sorry" or "I love you" and really, really meant it with your whole heart and soul? Maybe today should be the day...

The Flip Side

A few days ago I blogged about feeling 16 again when I spend time with my parents and wondering why that is. In the past day or two, I have managed to get the reverse image of that coin.

The male offspring isn't feeling well. And even though he's 12 and a half years old - almost a teenager - when he's sick, I suddenly go back to feeling like he's my little sweet 4 year old boy. I want to coddle him and comfort him. I want to let him sit in my lap and cuddle him. (but of course he would just squish me if we tried it.) ; )

It's Bad Enough...

It's bad enough that after 11 1/2 years my job is still considered a "temporary" position.

It's bad enough that because of this my position is "eliminated" and then "reopened"; so that I am "rehired" each year.

It's bad enough that after 11 1/2 years I make the same hourly wage as someone who started a few months ago... thanks to the whole "temporary" thing.

It's bad enough that I will now technically be supervised by someone with far less experience, knowledge, and training specific to my work than I have

It's bad enough that policies prevent me from being able to fill that particular position.

It's bad enough that I will be expected to help train this person to take on duties and responsibilites so that they may correctly and efficiently do this position.

When does "bad enough" become just too bad to handle anymore?

Sixteen Again

What is it about being around your parents that can make you feel like the last 20+ years never happened?  My mother visited this past weekend.  It was nice to see her.  But it was all very familiar.  A million questions... just like when  used to want to go out with my friends.  Worrying about every little thing.  Glancing across the couch at my computer screen... just like listening in on my phone calls back when.  I guess it's true... no matter how old you are, you are aways your mother's baby. 

Long time... No blog

(Not sure why, but couldn't post to my blog for THE longest time. Sorry 'bout that!)

Tired tonight.  Wondering what to write about...

Fun Halloween.  Good birthday.  Sushi lunch.  The Domestic Diva's family gave her a Nook for her birthday. YES!!!