I am trying to get better

I am trying to do better at updating. I feel sometimes like I don't have much to say that would be of interest. But who really cares, right? So let's get down to buisness.

The last couple of weeks have been, at the least, stressful and quite hell like. It seemed that it couldn't be just one or two things that went wrong. I seemed to have the opposite of the "Midas touch". Everything I tried to do, or touched, or thought about doing...the bottom fell out.

I have come to refer to these 2 weeks as my very own personal 24-hour crap buffet. The problem with this is that everytime I got full and tried to push away from the table, my plate kept getting filled back up. I had no choice but to suck it up and continue trying to clean my plate. Carol told me just to get out the toilet paper, clean off the plate, and start again tomorrow. I tried that each and every day. The dang pile just kept getting bigger, stinkier, and much more frustrating.

You know that you have been a crab ass way to long when not only does your sister make you a CD of songs pertaining to subjects such as "If You're Going Through Hell", but your co-workers walk by your desk cautiously as they ask if today was a better day...scared to hear the answer if it wasn't, I'm sure.

Wednesday things started to not necessarily get any better, but at least much more tolerable. Delauna and I were giggly over the most insignificant things. I laughed at lunch more than I have in a month. That evening, our office gathered at Calhoun's on the river to celebrate one of our co-workers who is retiring. It was a very relaxed enjoyable evening. We laughed more and decided that we really are the "Kool Kids" in the office. Everyone wanted to sit with us, talk with us, or just generally be near us... :-)

The boys at our table were so immature!!! Just look at what Josh did. This is the only picture taken of me the whole evening....

Ok, so it's not that it's such a great picture of me...I was trying to rid myself of extra chins as I was sitting next to a 6' female stick. But look at the sheer joy on his face for getting one over on me. Or so he thought. All I am going to say is that payback is a bitch, for him anyway. We will see what happens the joy later. I wonder why they tell us all the time we fight like married people. I can't imagine.... :-). He is one of my very best guy friends and he along with the others made my crappy weeks melt away. I am very blessed to work with a group of people that I not only work well with, but can count as friends. Jeff, Josh, Delauna, and myself are a force to be reckoned with when we get going.

Delauna may not have had her husband, Jack, there with her, but I think she managed to enjoy herself anyway. See...

So today, we cheered. It was another way too hot, I can't wait for October, is there an ice bin I can crawl in kind of day. I started the day as "coach", spent the middle part as "worker" (concession stand helper), and ended the afternoon attempting to just be a mommy to my little cheerleader. I was finally able to take some pictures of her.

So in closing, let me share with you a golden tidbit of knowledge. When wearing flip flops to the football field, apply sunscreen to the tops of your feet or you run the chance of this happening...

So, I am going to take Jasmine home. She stayed after cheer to watch High School Musical 2 and have dinner. I had two little girls each with a large ear of corn that they refused to let get the better of them. Again...see....

See you on the flip side.

Peace, love, and shutting down the crap buffet......Stupid Looking Feet Whim