Yes Austere, it is Monday already! Can you believe how time flies? Not much to report. Just the same old stuff. Boring really.
It is six pm and I have no idea what is for dinner. I just heard the recliner sink back, so I know Josh isn't cooking. What's a girl to do? I would rather read blogs. later...
Monday, June 23, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
Can A Girl Get A Break?
Morning. I am heading into work in a little. Lots to do today. We are getting ready to grand open one of the stores on the west side of the city. I can't wait for it to be done with so I can focus more on packing and moving.....
That was the boss just calling. Well, one of the bosses anyway. I better get a move on it! later...
That was the boss just calling. Well, one of the bosses anyway. I better get a move on it! later...
Thursday, June 19, 2008
A Day From Hell
I thought I would do a quick post before I head out today. Yesterday was a terrible day. It started off with breakfast and our server forgetting part of our order. Then the kid wanted to go the neighbor kid's house. The rule is that he is not allowed to go into any one's back yard. He has to stay up front where he is visible (yes, I am a protective mother). Anyway, he went into the kid's back yard for about 20 minutes to play around with the water hose. When he came back up front, he noticed someone had stolen his brand new bike. Argh! I was one unhappy mother! If the kid had just listened, he would not have left his bike unattended. I was furious. Not only was his bike gone, but he was soaking wet and had his brand new phone in his pocket! Fortunately, the phone was okay and did not receive any water damage.
We filed a police report, but we know the bike is long gone by now. The kid is grounded indefinitely for not listening to his mother. Yeah, I am a mean momma.
Well, after that whole situation, we were headed out to get something to eat. We all hopped in the car and I changed my mind about what I was wearing. I got out, went in to the house to change, came back out and realized I did not have my keys. Josh left his in the house as well. So, while we waited for 30 minutes for a locksmith to come, we were eaten alive by mosquitoes. I thought we were the ones who were suppose to be dining out? We tried to get into our house by ourselves, but we proudly had to admit, it was closed up tight. This kind of gave me a sense of relief.
After paying the nice couple $80 for 90 seconds of work, we got our keys and decided to go out to eat anyway. We had already lost over $300 that day, and felt we deserved it.
Whew!
We filed a police report, but we know the bike is long gone by now. The kid is grounded indefinitely for not listening to his mother. Yeah, I am a mean momma.
Well, after that whole situation, we were headed out to get something to eat. We all hopped in the car and I changed my mind about what I was wearing. I got out, went in to the house to change, came back out and realized I did not have my keys. Josh left his in the house as well. So, while we waited for 30 minutes for a locksmith to come, we were eaten alive by mosquitoes. I thought we were the ones who were suppose to be dining out? We tried to get into our house by ourselves, but we proudly had to admit, it was closed up tight. This kind of gave me a sense of relief.
After paying the nice couple $80 for 90 seconds of work, we got our keys and decided to go out to eat anyway. We had already lost over $300 that day, and felt we deserved it.
Whew!
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Of Course
Of course it has been extremely busy! On Monday I had so many meetings. Yesterday the kid had an orthodontist appointment. I worked until eight last night, came home and cooked dinner, helped the kid bake cookies, and settled in for bed sometime around 10:30.
This morning I have already stopped into one store, gave the crew some direction, grabbed some breakfast with the kid, had a few words with management of the restaurant, left no tip for our waitress as she forgot part of our order and never came back to the table. Uh, yeah. No tip for you!
This afternoon will consist of more laundry, going through my old boxes, and perhaps hitting a couple of stores for summer clothes. It's still early.
This morning I have already stopped into one store, gave the crew some direction, grabbed some breakfast with the kid, had a few words with management of the restaurant, left no tip for our waitress as she forgot part of our order and never came back to the table. Uh, yeah. No tip for you!
This afternoon will consist of more laundry, going through my old boxes, and perhaps hitting a couple of stores for summer clothes. It's still early.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Happy Father's Day!
When God Made Truckers
When the Lord was creating truck drivers, he was into his 6th day of overtime when an angel appeared and said, "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."
And the Lord said, "Have you read the spec on this order?" A truck driver has to be able to drive 10-12 hours per day, through any type of weather, on any type of road, know the highway traffic laws of 48 states and 10 provinces, he has to be ready and able to unload 40,000 lbs of cargo after driving thru the night, sleep in areas of cities that the police refuse to patrol." He has to be able to live in his truck 24 hours a day 7 days a week for weeks on end, offer first aid and motorist assistance to his fellow travelers, meet just in time schedules, and still maintain an even and controlled composure when all around him appear to have gone mad." "He has to be in top physical condition at all times, running on black coffee and half eaten meals; he has to have six pairs of hands."
The angel shook her head slowly and said, "six pair of hands....no way."
"It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord. "It's the three pairs of eyes a driver has to have.
"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.
The Lord nodded. "One pair that sees the herd of deer in the thickets 3 miles away". "Another pair here in the side of his head for the blind spots that motorists love to hide in; and another pair of eyes that can look reassuringly at the bleeding victim of a drunk driver that crashed into his ICC bumper at 70MPH and say," "You'll be all right ma'am, when he knows it isn't so."
"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve, "rest and work tomorrow."
"I can't," said the Lord, "I already have a model that can drive 650 miles a day, without incident and can raise a family of five without ever seeing them, on 30 cents a mile."
The angel circled the model of the truck driver very slowly, "can't it think?" she asked.
"You bet," said the Lord. "It can tell you the elements of every HAZMAT load invented; recite Federal Motor Carrier Regulations rules and regs in his sleep; deliver, pickup, be a father, offer timely advice to strangers, search for missing children, defend a woman's or children's rights, get 8 hours of good rest on the street and raise a family of law respecting citizens, without ever going home....and still it keeps its sense of humor." "This driver also has a phenomenal personal control. He can deal with delivery and pickup created from scenes painted in hell,
coax a lumper to actually work for his money, comfort an accident victim's family, and then read in the daily paper how truck drivers are nothing more than killers on wheels and have no respect for the rights of others while using the nations highways.
"Finally", the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the driver. "There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model."
"That's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear."
"What's the tear for?" asked the angel.
"It's for bottled up emotions, for fallen comrades, for commitment to that funny piece of cloth called the flag, for justice, for the family without it's father."
"You're a genius," said the angel.
The Lord looked somber. "I didn't put it there."
Author Unknown..
without trucker drivers America would not move. I love you daddy!
When the Lord was creating truck drivers, he was into his 6th day of overtime when an angel appeared and said, "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."
And the Lord said, "Have you read the spec on this order?" A truck driver has to be able to drive 10-12 hours per day, through any type of weather, on any type of road, know the highway traffic laws of 48 states and 10 provinces, he has to be ready and able to unload 40,000 lbs of cargo after driving thru the night, sleep in areas of cities that the police refuse to patrol." He has to be able to live in his truck 24 hours a day 7 days a week for weeks on end, offer first aid and motorist assistance to his fellow travelers, meet just in time schedules, and still maintain an even and controlled composure when all around him appear to have gone mad." "He has to be in top physical condition at all times, running on black coffee and half eaten meals; he has to have six pairs of hands."
The angel shook her head slowly and said, "six pair of hands....no way."
"It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord. "It's the three pairs of eyes a driver has to have.
"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.
The Lord nodded. "One pair that sees the herd of deer in the thickets 3 miles away". "Another pair here in the side of his head for the blind spots that motorists love to hide in; and another pair of eyes that can look reassuringly at the bleeding victim of a drunk driver that crashed into his ICC bumper at 70MPH and say," "You'll be all right ma'am, when he knows it isn't so."
"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve, "rest and work tomorrow."
"I can't," said the Lord, "I already have a model that can drive 650 miles a day, without incident and can raise a family of five without ever seeing them, on 30 cents a mile."
The angel circled the model of the truck driver very slowly, "can't it think?" she asked.
"You bet," said the Lord. "It can tell you the elements of every HAZMAT load invented; recite Federal Motor Carrier Regulations rules and regs in his sleep; deliver, pickup, be a father, offer timely advice to strangers, search for missing children, defend a woman's or children's rights, get 8 hours of good rest on the street and raise a family of law respecting citizens, without ever going home....and still it keeps its sense of humor." "This driver also has a phenomenal personal control. He can deal with delivery and pickup created from scenes painted in hell,
coax a lumper to actually work for his money, comfort an accident victim's family, and then read in the daily paper how truck drivers are nothing more than killers on wheels and have no respect for the rights of others while using the nations highways.
"Finally", the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the driver. "There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model."
"That's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear."
"What's the tear for?" asked the angel.
"It's for bottled up emotions, for fallen comrades, for commitment to that funny piece of cloth called the flag, for justice, for the family without it's father."
"You're a genius," said the angel.
The Lord looked somber. "I didn't put it there."
Author Unknown..
without trucker drivers America would not move. I love you daddy!
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