all walls come down

Even in yucky grey cubicles.


Yesterday afternoon, maintenance came and took my cubical and my huge over sized (but I loved it) desk and gave me a table to put my computer on...A 4ft table at that, and basically told me i get to live out of a box for another 2 or three weeks. Hmmmm sounds like a plan, I guess. See, my place of employment is doing a building wide remodel which includes moving my department from one side of the building to the complete opposite...its good for us because we get all new furniture and a brandy-new renovated storage space with a WALL OF WINDOWS. But like i said not for 2 or three weeks. Mind you the renovation has been on going since June when i started! In the mean time...I have to sit out in the open....I feel like I'm in a fish bowl, Everyone can see me and what I'm doing on my computer and if I'm picking my nose or if my socks don't match, or if I'm not doing exactly work on my computer. Ugh. Oh well, all in the name of progress.

hmm can i copy?

so after not being on line for a bit and deciding to try to catch up with some old pals and their lives and some of us I can say lack there of...i decided after reading that:

A. I'm a blog slacker. I started this blog with the purpose of letting you know and documenting for myself the trials and tribulations of me and my relationship...hmmm like I said I'm a slacker.

B. OR MAYBE I found other things to do and forgot about this thing.

C. I'm going back to my original themes and going to get my balls rolling ie..."you might need this"...Thankful Thursdays (something I would do on message boards thanks to OPRAH)...and thanks to another friend I think I'm going to have a joke day....lets start today.....


The other night I was invited out for a night with the 'girls.' I told my husband that I would be home by midnight , 'I promise!' Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easily. Around 3 a.m. , a bit loaded, I headed for home. Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and cuckoo-ed 3 times. Quickly, realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckoo-ed another 9 times... I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution, in order to escape a possible conflict with him.(Even when totally smashed... 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals 12 cuckoos = MIDNIGHT !)
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, I told him ' MIDNIGHT '.. . he didn't seem ticked off in the least. Whew, I got away with that one! Then he said 'We need a new cuckoo clock.' When I asked him why, he said, 'Well, last night our clock cuckoo-ed three times, then said 'oh sh&%.' Cuckoo-ed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckoo-ed another three times, giggled, cuckoo-ed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.

:)

Bike to the Bay 2008

Well, we survived. In one piece Im not sure how. Bike the Bay kicked my butt this year. I finished 2 hours later then I had planned. But, when the wind is blowing so hard your fastest peddel is only 8 mph you arent going to get very far. The first day we got stuck at the 50 mile marker and the tour was shut down, we were bussed out and bikes loaded on to a truck and we were dropped at the Port Clinton high school where the sun was shining bright. (figures)

the second day the wind made the ride no fun and we all consider quiting a many times that day...in the end finally rolling over the finish line...soaked by the rain or not was totally worth it.

Being team captain has its challenges as well. This year 18 people road the tour and 14 people stayed over night . Trying to keep everyone straight and together is like being a soriety mom. It was fun though dont get me wrong. I do believe the hotel smelled like a retirement comunity on saturday afternoon, Ice hot everywhere!