Brain… melting…
Nine long hours of training later, I’m happy to report: I SURVIVED!
Now, in joyous celebration, I decree it is time to drink margaritas. Ole!
Nine long hours of training later, I’m happy to report: I SURVIVED!
Now, in joyous celebration, I decree it is time to drink margaritas. Ole!
It must be Thursday.
Slowest. Week. Ever.
But, I’m kind of pretending like it’s Friday because tomorrow I’m stuck in an all day training. And I’m really dreading it. So, I’m kind of just hoping that I’ll sneeze and next thing I know it will be be Happy Hour on Friday, and I’ll be drinking away the [...]
This morning, I woke up GRUMPY. Just plain ol’ pissy. And for no good reason, other than it being morning. As my dad used to lovingly say about my mom, “She woke up with her panties on backwards.” That pretty much sums up how I’m feeling.
However, I got to work and had this email:
ERIN, only [...]
Then check out the full Lunar Eclipse starting at 3:30 a.m. Mountain Time.
Imagine, if you will, the scene from our bedroom this morning. The alarm goes off, the birds are chirping in sweet harmony, the sun peeks its weary head over the horizon. I roll over to my husband.
“This sucks.”
“Yeah, totally lame.”
Happy Monday.
But it’s not.
Last night I had a dream that Travis was cheating on me with some ugly, skanky tramp. (She was actually a hot stripper, but let’s not go into details.) I woke up PISSED! I immediately shook him awake and yelled at him. “How dare you cheat on me in my dreams??” I mean, really, what [...]
I’m going to be honest here. I thought my gallbladder surgery couldn’t have been better timed. I was coming up on a HUGE deadline at work, and this was my blessing from the heavens on how to get out of it.
Lesson learned: never try to get out of work.
Three weeks later, shit is officially [...]
Years ago, when Travis and I were still convinced we were “friends,” we hung out constantly with our future best man Brad. The three of us did a lot together, from sneaking into movies (yes, we were young adult urban professionals. But we COULD sneak in, so why wouldn’t we?), to going dancing, to just [...]
The other day, my 93-year-old grandpa said “I’m going to life forever. And I’m off to a real good start.”
I only want to live forever if I’m as healthy and happy as he is. I love that guy.
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