Bloggggs

I have to say, and I know I've said it before, but I really do enjoy reading the blogs that I read each day. Except Jonathan's, when it turns to all-football-all-the-time, plus he never updates it. (Sorry, Jonny, but I haven't taken a stab at you online in a while. I got nothin' but love, man. Nothin' but love.) But each one of the blogs that I link on the right hand side of my page really is a cup full of pure reading joy for me.

I love the Post Secrets blog - it's amazing the secrets people have, the pain, the history, the love, the desire...I keep meaning to send one, but I don't know what it would say? It's not that I don't have secrets...I'm going to have to think on that one.

And Windfall Woman, if you haven't read this one yet, it's about a woman who recently had a "windfall", we can only assume she won the lotto or slipped on a broken bottle of baby oil and fell at Wal-Mart and sued them for all they have (joke). Either way, she's got money she's never had and is journaling about her thought process on what to do with it. It's so funny, we all have that fantasy, "If I won the lottery, what would I do with it?", but reading her thoughts on it in a real life situation is really interesting. I'm not going to lie and say that Todd and I haven't been buying lotto tickets ever since, either. They're actually on the fridge right now, tucked behind a $1 Westie dog magnet that I splurged on while on my trip to M-Town.

Of course, we all love Dooce. My only issue with her blog is that after reading it each day, I want to pick up the phone and call her and chat with her, as if we were BFF's, or at least make a comment. I want to talk back. I have thoroughly enjoyed watching Leta grow, and I'm constantly wondering how she gets Leta or her dog to sit still for the photos she takes of them. They're both so beautiful. She is amazing with words and with her camera. What a lady. I've actually learned a lot from reading her blog, about depression, specifically. In my family, women were sent to the hospital for a stay because they were having "nervous breakdowns"...no one thought to talk to them about the fact that their husbands were alcoholics or were abusing them...just lock em up for a few weeks and keep them quiet. Anyway, she's opened my eyes to a lot of things about depression that I just didn't know, and for that, I'm thankful.

It would take several pages (very interesting stories on pages) to explain how I came to know and build relationships (online or otherwise) with the other ladies linked over there...Jessie, Jen, Amber, Terri...regardless of how they came to be or what it took to get us there, I'm thankful for them all. One day, I imagine us all getting together for a couple of drinks and just spilling out all the things we never talk about in the public forum. To Jen's point, there are things you just don't put on here. After we meet for said drinks, we'll write a screenplay about it all, get rich, and quit our jobs.

Anyway, I was just thinking today about all of it. The blogs and what-not. I think that this post, which does nothing more than state the obvious, is more entertaining than a write up on the cookout we had at work today where everyone wore their alma mater T-shirts, tossed the football around, and ate lots of meat products.

Have a great weekend, everyone.

Love is...

...Trying to convince your wife that you really don't want to use the free tickets and go to the Stars game, that you're really tired and would rather watch hockey on TV. Because she is tired and not feeling well.

I didn't sleep last night. I took the allergy/sinus meds early in the evening in hopes of making it past the "no sleep" timeframe that always accompanies taking the drugs. Instead, I passed out on the couch early, and when Todd woke me to tell me to go to bed, I laid down in bed and stared at the ceiling all night. After taking the meds early this morning and feeling the "I think my heart is going to jump out of my chest" feeling just now, at 1:42 in the afternoon, I think I've figured out the timing on them. It's a little delayed.

I knew when I saw all of that ragweed on the side of the road that I was in for trouble. But I didn't take anything, just testing my body which I already know so well. Stupid is as stupid does.

I think it's the combination of being extremely tired and not being able to sleep at all that is the most frustrating. I'll take the swollen glands, itchy throat, sore ears and snotty nose, just give me some rest!

Todd's so generous when it comes to wanting to make me feel better, and he knows just how to do it...There was an email waiting for me when I got to work this morning, letting me know that it's head and foot rubs all evening for me when I get home. Ahhh...Is there anything better? I'm so lucky.

L is different than B

For the past two and a half years, my mailbox at my office has been in the same spot. I can easily walk by there on the way to the restroom (very infrequently, obviously) and peer into it to see if someone has placed any of my print-outs or mail in there...

Today I couldn't find it! I panicked.

I'm now classified with the L's...Lauri Luckey. And the L's are much higher up on the wall than the B's. I can barely see in there, I have to get on my tippy toes. This throws all kinds of routines off the tracks.

I've taken on a new last name, but I've been bumped in the alphabet.

My weekend, in 500 words or less.

I think that I have officially lost my husband, he's left me for a free trial of some hockey station on cable...I was doing some grocery shopping when he called to tell me about it:

"You are never going to believe this."

"What?" (Panicked, afraid something terrible has happened. Always thinking the worst, of course.)

"You know how on our cable box, that red light comes on when Comcast has a message for us? We never check it."

"I know, what did it say?" (Thinking that I forgot to pay the bill, and that we're canceled and we can't have it back. Ever.)

"You're not going to believe it. There is a free trial of (insert NHL cable channel here) -- it's for a week, and we've had it since LAST WEDNESDAY. I'm sitting here watching (insert 3-4 games, team names here), all at once!"

"What kind of beer do you want me to get."

Thankfully, I don't hate hockey like I hate football. I think I've written a time or two about how I hate football. Hockey is fun to watch. Football, not so much. It is so boring, and all the stops and starts...Anyway, my point is that losing my husband to an institution like hockey is not as bad as if he were watching football non-stop. At least I can sit and watch the hockey with him and enjoy it. If it were football, you might find me in the other room, packing my things and what-not.

In other weekend news, I made a trip to my hometown to pick up my Aunt B and see my mom's new house. It's coming along nicely and I can just imagine how eager she is to get moved in. There's still some work to be done, but from the looks of it, it's going to be a great place.

On our way home, we stopped at a farmer's market and bought lots of fresh vegetables and fruits, as well as a big pot of mums. So I made a pot of fresh pinto beans and adorned our patio with a big pot full of fluffy yellow mums. Of course, I explained to Todd that while I liked the flowers and I made the decision to purchase them, it was definitely up to him to keep them alive, as that is not a tool on my toolbelt. Nosireebob. I kill everything.

I also tried to make Jessie's pumpkin cake, per my sister's suggestion. I burned it.

What else? Oh, I bought some great running shoes for the "Race for the Cure" on Saturday. Seriously, I haven't bought tennis shoes in a long time, I was due.

And, my priest asked me if I was pregnant. He said he asked me because I was "glowing". Of course, all I heard was "You're fat, you've gained some weight, is that a baby in that belly?"

No, for the 100th time, I am not pregnant.

Happy Monday, everyone.