Thursday, May 31, 2007

Wedding day jitters

Not for the bride and groom either. For me. This is a time when my oh so lovingly disfunctional family all comes together as one, and if my uncle ruins my brother's day with "memories" of my father, then I will have to kick him in the nuts.

Not that memories of my father are at all bad. It is just that he finds the WORST times to start talking about them. I'm sure my brother(s) are both sad that their father couldn't see this, but let's not dwell on it.

This weekend will be extremely fun and busy! Tomorrow is set up day at the reception hall, and then the rehersal later that night. I have to pick up hubby's suit, my dress, and several boxes of kleenex for me....then all will be done.

I can't believe my baby brother is getting married. Dear brother: I love you very much. You have always been so tough in all that has happened in your life. You keep a smile on your face and a positive attitude through it all, all while trying to make sure that everyone else does the same. I am so happy that you found a wonderful woman that you can spend the rest of your life with. Love always, Sissy!

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Slowly Recovering.

I am slowly getting used to the fact that my niece will have my favorite baby name. Soon to get over it I'm sure. There are other names out there, right?

I mentioned briefly that I loved my new job. I do. It is such an easy job and I was trained before my first day was over. I start my schedule tonight, working 3:30 to 11. Plus this is a job where I'll be able to get my homework done while I'm there. Leaving even more free time for the fam!

My baby brother's wedding is this Saturday! My dress is in the shop getting "taken in". Which means from the time I tried it on, until the time I brought it home, I lost weight. That was a good thing! Quinn's tux is hanging up and ready to go. I found black socks for him at Old Navy after searching three stores. He is getting his hair cut today. We'll see if he sits by himself this time.

Saturday, May 26, 2007

To be titled, WTF?

Remember that good old post about my friend stealing my baby name. Did I mention that she didn't use the name?

I see her on the 16th at Target in the parking lot. We are just shooting the shit, when she says, "oh by the way we are naming her Emma". Thanks for getting me all worked up for nothing.

She had the baby on the 17th and named her Emma. Congrats to her.

Fast forward to tonight. I'm at this family party, and all is fine until my husband's sister nudges me and says, "Did you see that thing that she (meaning sis in law) made?" I said no, and take a peek.

The name that seems to be so popular amongst my closest friends and apparently family members is on that plate craft thingy she made. "Avary Caite". Bitch. Now they have been keeping the sex of the baby a secret and have not spoken of any names yet. Now I see why.

Are you friggin kidding me? I've loved the name Averie since I was 10. There I said it. Now the whole fuckin world can have it. And that's how I would of spelled it, and her middle name was to be Michelle.

So take it. It's up for grabs now.

BTW I started the job on Monday. Love it. It is perfect for me right now.

Friday, May 18, 2007

So the buzz on the street is I got a new job. I am excited to start next Monday. Full time training for one week then on to the part time hours that I love so much.

I'll explain how it happened, and then you will see how keeping your mouth shut will not open doors.

About 3 weeks ago I called my manager over and asked him if I can move locations to be, what they call, a point caller. A point caller is a person who leaves messages all day (which is what I felt like I was doing anyways). I asked if they made more money an hour. He wasn't sure, but I was able to run and talk to HR about this if I would like. I go to the payroll window, where she tells me to call HR on the phone right next to the window. HR tells me that I will need my managers permission to switch locations. Which is who sent me over here to talk to YOU. Needless to say, I didn't get anywhere.

I come back to my desk and this girl next to me whispers, "psst, are you thinking about leaving?" I whisper back that I have been looking and nothing I find is right for the hours I need. She whispers back that there is an opening at the help desk and I should check it out.

I did. Turns out they need a night person (perfect!!!!) and the only sacrifice I would be making is if I could work Sundays instead of Saturdays. To top it off I wouldn't have to work Friday anymore either.

Two weeks go by, and paperwork is filled out and given to the proper managers. Word was given to the managers by my new fellow coworker that he knew who I was and they should hire me!

They call me into the office last Friday for my interview. I get a call this past Tuesday and I'm on my way.

The best part? I not only get to keep all of the same hours, but I don't have to make calls anymore, and it pays more per hour plus automatic bonuses!!!!

Thursday, May 17, 2007

He has a million of these.....

......Yet he can play in this for hours.

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Beautiful week

Hopefully I'll be getting a new position within the same company I'm in now. Same hours! More on that.

The weather is beautiful and I feel like I'm on vacation everyday.


Thursday, May 03, 2007


Update on the job: still no such luck. I'm trying to get a different position in the place I'm at, hopefully making more money and keeping the same hours.

Update on the poopie on the potty: not very successful this week. I do remind him when he goes in his diaper, now where do we go poopie? On the potty!

New news.....

Every day since last week, EVERY five minutes, Quinn says "whatcha doing mama?"

He has to take roll call too. Every time I am out of the room he has to look for me.

He also is soooo smart might I add (again). I sometimes ask him what is under his arm and when he lifts it to check, I give him a little tickle. Today, I asked him what was under there and he didn't lift his arm. He just looked and me and said "Skin".

Thank you Elmo's world for educating my son!