Suzanne Calling

Donna provided today's topic. I want to poll the masses (all 20-30 of you) to see what your opinion is of this scenario: An employer (Donna's) has extended their workday. The office now closes at 8pm to better serve their clients. As a result, the employer decided to hold a 'shift bid' for the fifteen employees in her department. The employer decided to factor seniority and quality rankings to determine employee's place in the ranking process. Donna bid to retain her current shift, as did one of her coworkers. This coworker is a friend outside of work for whom Donna has been more then helpful when the situation has called for it. She's loaned her money when things get tight, taken the daughter to events, arranged a birthday gathering. Donna doesn't do these things because she wants payback, she does them because that's the kind of friend she is. The coworker came to Donna several times to ask if she was *sure* she wanted that shift, implying tha...

Tonight, while eating dinner, Chef Jr comes up with this pearl of wisdom: "I'm weird, but I'm happy" Yep, that about sums all of us up. He was happy because he got clam chowder for dinner and got to enjoy my clam strips along with it. On the way home, Ed did his spot on impression of Zorak from Space Ghost while we were all talking about something. The kids laughed the whole way back to the house. Once in the door, Chef was talking about houw his clam and chowder meal was great, the only thing that would be better would be more clams. Ed says so you want "clams, clams, clams, clams baked beans and clams?" and I chime in singing like the bloody vikings "Clams clams clams clams LOVELY CLAMS, wonderful clams, LOVELY CLAMS wonderful clams" Child goes and gets ready for bed and Ed asks if I think Chef is ready for his first visit to a raw bar. Gameboy voices his funny bit "he's ready for a crowbar?" Yep, we're nuts. At least we...

when you live in Florida. This was the view of my clock/thermostat in the Beetle Friday morning. Temperatures in the 30s? Brrrr!

Or do you get bothered when- Someone calls you in a panic and says "I need you to..." which inconveniences you greatly. They don't ask "Would you please?" or consider the upheaval you're left with, because it doesn't just affect you, it affects the kids, etc. It's done in such a way that you cannot say no to the demand. Someone doesn't call you for weeks at a time, but gives you an attitude when you DO call, as if you're the person doing the ignoring? The person this affects realized that the party involved NEVER calls UNLESS something is needed of them. Said party has also stopped calling to see how long it takes to get a call-so far, only calls when aid is required. You have to censor yourself because you have to worry about stepping on someone's toes? That's about all I can say without offending. No, it's not just my situation, just something that bothers me. Giggles (and Tracey, too) will tell you that my parents raise...

Those of you who've read the blog a long time know that I am married to a major motorsports fan. If it's got wheels and an engine, he's watching it. Well, maybe not the lawnmower races, but he totally would if there was nothing else on television. I embraced this love of his. I follow Nascar and have a working knowledge of the wine and cheese racing known as F1, the World Rally and have watched the race at Pike's Peak. I've been to more than a couple of tracks, but have yet to be in the stands for a bonafide big time race. It is more than guys running around in circles, which is what I'd thought before we started dating. (I'd worked for an employer were all but two of us were fully consumed by Nascar Fever.) His love of the sport(s) prompted me to go out and get a Direct TV before we moved in together. I lived so far out in the boonies at the time that the cable company's lines stopped a mile before my house. They'd string it out as far as m...

I am here refreshed from a three hour nap. Why did I need a nap? Because the leg kept me up yet again. I got two hours sleep yesterday. Well, I could have gotten three, but Ed and I were talking about crap that is really ticking us off right now for an hour past when I actually was getting sleepy. Here's what's going on. I've got a raw patch of new skin about two inches in diameter. It's tender and it is FUCKING ITCHY! You know I don't have a potty mouth, but this thing is driving me insane. I was instructed to keep this site hydrated. The problem lies in doing this. My sensitive skin is bothered by so many things that I'm using triple antibiotic ointment or bacitratin. Nurse M had said regular lotion will do, but man, that makes this thing feel like it is on fire. I got the bright idea one day to use benedryl ointment. Thanks to the MoFo Cortisone Allergy , I can't even consider that for treating the itch. The skin is so fragile, I can't...

Tonight's dinner was divine, one of my all time favorites from childhood. Chef Jr requested ham for New Year's. We had appetizers instead, so it was tonight's dinner. A gingersnap bourbon crust was applied and I made Au Gratin potatoes from scratch. The conversation at the table went something like this: Me: Chef, are you happy with dinner. (he'd requested the ham) Chef: I'm a happy hamper. Ed: A happy hamper? What's a hamper? Chef: Its a camper made of ham! Ed: I wouldn't want to sleep in that. Someone would eat me while I was sleeping. Me: You'd get eaten by bears. It's never boring with this kid!