I still love my new car!

I am still in love with my new car. No surprise there. It's just the only thing in my life worth mentioning today. Today's swoon is the bluetooth. I have used it a couple times and it isn't getting old. It amazes me every time it kicks in.

I'm still trying to work out insurance... it's getting exhausting answering the exact same questions over and over again. I love my new car but the grown up parts (picking insurance and paying for it) are less fun. Again no surprise there.

Welcome to "I love my car!" Week

So this week is just dedicated to me loving my new car. Today's swoon: IT'S SO ROOMY! I drove up to Ft. Collins today and I get to do it again tomorrow and I'm not even mad because having alone time with my new spacious car is all I really want right now.

Only sad thing... picking insurance is hard. Also those people are tenacious... get an online quote and they WILL follow up with you on the phone the next day as if you don't have a job. But then the bliss of being a CAR OWNER makes you forget that it's annoying. :)

...so...yea...

Ok today was just as boring as I anticipated. I waded through files all day. I didn't even pack a lunch because I knew that come feedin' time I would need to get out of there even if it was just to go obtain food. It was that good. 

Fast forward to the highlight/lowlight of my day: I found the moth that went missing just before bedtime last night. I haven't had to worry about moths stalking me in quite some time... too dry in TX last summer? I don't know why but it's just been a while. I forgot how nasty those little bizzos are. This sucker evaded me last night and wisely went into hiding before I could muster the courage to grab it (with a Kleenex between me and the beast of course...I'm not a crazy person). Today I got home from work/my jog and took a shower...and for whatever reason (he was waiting for me to be at my most vulnerable) he decides to come out of whatever lair he had been holed up in. So there I am, being terrorized but his fuzzy little ass while standing dripping in my towel. I was going to try to be Switzerland in this whole standoff and let him flit around dusting things until I was more prepared... but then he took it to another level. I don't know what that orangey business is that moths sometimes drip but whatever it is, it was getting all over my bathroom mirror with every misguided spasm. Well I'm having none of that... I promptly wadded up a tissue...and then some extra toilet paper (I cannot deal with the feeling of a bug getting smushed in my hand...CAN. NOT. DO IT.) and went into battle. I grabbed him off the wall like a gladiator (like a terrified 3rd grader) and whisked him over to the toiled where I drowned him (CAN. NOT. SQUASH. WITH . BARE. HANDS...OR TISSUES.). I am a heartless warrior. Let this be a warning to all the other insects out there... squatting in my living space is not going to fly with me. 

That's how exciting my day was... my highlight was assassinating something a 1000th of my size. Glad you came to read that huh?

(Note: Spiders are ok...ya'll eat the insects and you aren't annoying or dirty...except you will periodically be evicted when I clean up your webs...it's the price of living with me. Also don't let me catch you in my clothing or my bed...then you meet the same fate as the moths)

Mama said there'd be days like this...

...There'd be days like this my mama said. Furthermore she was concerned about my ability to make friends on those days. Yesterday I stayed home...all day. I didn't mean to. I woke up and put on make-up and then sat down to assess the status of some stuff and go through e-mails. I knew I had to make some potentially sensitive phone calls so staying home from a supplier was already scheduled for the morning. But then one thing led to another and it was clear I wasn't getting dressed and taking my made-up face anywhere. I hate when that happens. Oh well. At least I'm past the point of suicide by training power-point when I have an at-home day.

On the plus side I did manage to get my face outside to see the world after work... I went to the gym where all my make-up proceeded to melt off my face immediately. And then I regretted leaving my apartment when I pulled a move so spastic it would make Urkel feel at home. I'm joggin' away... watchin' some Dr. Oz... when I catch my ear bud cord with my hand...pulling my phone off the ledge...and onto the treadmill belt...where I kicked it (just a little) and then instinctively tried to just pick it up... from the MOVING TREADMILL BELT. I realized about half way down that this plan was NOT going to end well and uttered a "Nope!" before standing up, catching up to the treadmill before I face planted (smooth, I know), smacking the stop button and then sheepishly exiting the treadmill to retrieve my phone from the ground where it came to rest. And most of this while kind of scoff-laughing at myself and praying that no one was paying too much attention to me because they were also learning about crazy weight loss tricks from Dr. Oz.

Don't worry, the experts say my pride will make a full recovery...one day.

Today I swam through files... it's even less entertaining than normal work day. I won't bore you with the details but I'll try to do something that you (my mother) would care to hear about after work. Don't hold your breath though. I'm about as exciting as watching security camera footage of a retirement home.

TGIT

Ok all I have to say is thank goodness it's Thursday (Thursday is the new Friday for those of us on the ol' 9-80 schedule). Today was ok but one thing is evident... I need to learn to be patient. I try to move on things when people ask me to... this is not always a pro move. Being "right on it boss!" sometimes means that I am doing things...and then re-doing them when they give you new directions to go with the old ones or they correct the old ones... God bless America and huge companies that are lumbering beasts who have trouble getting everyone in sync and on the same page. Don't worry, I got ice cream on the way home to comfort myself.

Kickball got cancelled because of the weather (rain and more importantly some aggressive lightning)...sad story. Don't worry I got a calzone on the way home to comfort myself.  Tomorrow I have to be up and ready to meet the windshield people by 8 (or anytime until 12...gotta love a specific window). I have plans to go shopping tomorrow afternoon to comfort myself. (Clearly there is a theme developing in my life...)

TGIT...

Why you gotta hate?!

Ugh today was largely fine after I got over the bump in the road this morning--Crabby McGrouchyPants (they guy who gives me fits at one of my suppliers) sent me a cranky and evasive e-mail. Let's imagine that I am a teacher and this particular pupil rebels when I announce a pop quiz:

Mr. Bitchy: WHAT?! But that's gonna take time and I don't WANNA...
Me: Yes I know but that's part of being in the class... you don't have to like it just do it.
Mr. Bitchy (today): Seriously? Get real. You keep testing me and I hate it and you're planning to do it again in a few weeks... You've never told me that I DON'T know this material...isn't that enough? Just give me an A on this quiz.
Me (In my head this morning at my desk): I'M NOT GOING TO STOP DOING MY JOB BECAUSE IT'S INCONVENIENT TO YOU, YOU WHINEY ASSPIMPLE!
Me (later in an e-mail): Ok sonny. One way or another I'm going to verify that you know this material. Either you cooperate and take the quiz or I will ask you questions from it every day before you are allowed to leave my classroom.

I'm waiting to hear back... whatever I'm over his attitude problem. I was mostly distracted by doing my job for the remainder of the day in near silence because I forgot my ear buds and my phone only does radio when you have something plugged into it as an antennae. I know, my life is rough. It would have been fine if I had reliable internet but instead the internet at one of my locations (where I spent my day) is super sketch and I could only listen to about 30 seconds of a YouTube video at a time... I know, I know, Don't cry for me...Argentina. This makes me think I really need a tiny radio... Like a weather radio! Emily has one and that would be PERFECT (Yea this has just turned into a "Hey mom... I thought of something I want for my birthday... even though it's not until September). I grew up in a house with four other people (two LOUD sisters) and several pets (often large LOUD dogs) so I am not a person who functions well in silence... I just need the background noise to keep me company. This is a must... and I may not wait until the next gift receiving occasion to fill this void in my life...

In better news: Run today went well, I got a haircut scheduled (NEED VERY MUCH) I had leftover AMAZING CHICKEN and then made Eggplant Salad Toasts to go with it (I may eat this ALL THE TIME), I finished my night with Nutella Mug Cake (Yea... just soak that up for a second. It was every bit as fantastic as it sounds). So really I turned the day around. Go me!

As a side note I realized that I used a lot of caps in this post. My apologies for being virtually loud, Dear Reader (Mom).

Couple of random thoughts...

Today I had a couple of random thoughts while talking to Gabe on communicator (he went to my high school and now works for my company but in Florida). He was asking me how I was liking my job and being on the front range and what what exactly I do in my day-to-day job... so I was trying to describe it. First random thought while trying to explain myself: My job is like those commercials you hear on the radio for Netflix: "If Jack and Jill went up the hill, where is Fred?" "Milwaukee?" "Correct" ... basically I feel like I just take a stab and what I'm doing (there are a lot of phone calls to my lifelines...sorry to mix metaphors here), and then wait to see if I'm right...or just wait until one day someone will ask me "What the heck have you been doing up there?" This is my life. (I'm being a little dramatic but it's pretty much like that)

Then Gabe posed a really fantastic question: "How do you think Mr. Wiley would do your job?" Only Gabe would think of such a brilliant question to ponder. I should talk to him more often. For reference (in case someone besides my mom is reading this...unlikely but just in case) Mr. Wiley is my high school drivers ed, life skills, shop, and Ag teacher (not that I was in shop or Ag anything but those where his classes). He was as folksy and country as a man ever was and he just said great things every day. He called the girls sweetheart (not in a creepy way but in an endearing way when he would get fired up about something: "THANK. YOU. SWEETHEART.") and excused himself for saying stupid in front of us ladies (even though everyone knew his language in the shop with the guys could have made a sailor blush). He knew more about cattle and soil than anyone else I've ever met. This man scared the socks off of me before I had him as a teacher (gruff voice and sort of frown-y neutral face and often didn't speak to kids unless he was scolding them for some misbehavior) but once I was in class with him I loved him about as much as a kid can love a teacher. He taught me that you never want to buy hamburger with two low a percentage of fat because it will cook down and taste like a hockey puck. Same with steak--gotta have some good marbling or you'll need to cut it with a chain saw. (if you knew him you would have known how he would say that and you'd have giggled...trust) I think of Mr. Wiley frequently while driving--his voice guides me into my parallel park jobs...not that their lack of quality is his fault... So many funny stories include him and I'm sure new ones are born in his class every day.

How this man would do my job, I have no idea but it's really fun to imagine and that alone will buoy my spirits and entertain my downtime for weeks to come. I have a hunch that no one from my high school reads this (pretty much a sure thing) so there are no people cracking up with me over this... but that's fine with me because it tickles me pink and that's all that matters.

So no matter how the rest of my week goes I'll at least be as happy as I am when I think about these rando thoughts. Let's do this.