I mean Monday.
On a happy note, I tried Falafal chips.
What is it about this day that is always so poopy?
I dozed off standing up today. My body is craving a day in bed. Just a few more days then I will be on vacation.
So we have been planning a surprise baby shower for Krystin, and today, just an hour away from go-time, someone called and asked KRYSTIN what time the baby shower was. For real.
My heart was overwhelmed and broken. A few coworkers and I went to a local nursing home today and presented them gift bags we had made, and just sat and talked with the residents. It felt good, I have never been in an environment like that, they were so happy to see us. And then when it was time to go, a sweet lady named Lucy came wheeling down the hallway, and wanted her bag of candy. (We didn't have candy, but she knew we had bags of some kind). The coordinator told her we were out of bags, but would bring her something next time. SHE STARTED TO CRY. I died right there in the doorway.
Don't you think I won't go to the Walmart and make Lucy her own bag!!!!!!
When I say I didn't do squat. I didn't do squat. I slept, I ate, I watched Bones, Bull Riding, and hockey. I napped. I went to the grocery store. I watched 2 football games.
And then, I decided that Tequila was a good idea. Tequila is never a good idea.
VACCCCAAAAATION!!!! begins when I leave work today. I would feel so much better about it if my head wasn't throbbing a million miles an hour.
This is what I wake up to. I spared you the majority of the grossness. I texted my sister and said LOOK WHAT YOUR CAT DID!!!! There was poop everywhere, not to mention the gallon of paint and paw prints on the floor, the walls, the door...even in the tub of shoes. My Candies that I have had since the 90's!!!!!
She said Sassie was probably upset that we put her in a room. Well if she wasn't a whore and ran outside every time the door was opened making us having to crawl underneath the house in our pajamas trying to get her in, then MAYBE at night we could let her out.
Rebecca uploaded some Lily pics today.
Prepare for absolute cuteness:
I don't know if you watch The Walking Dead, but it is really good this season. I am not a fan of gory, and this is the most squishy, bloody, body parts getting eaten show out there. But it's good.
Read this for last nights recap, written by my favorite Valentine baby, Brad Milner:
Blogging Dead: Bob’s tainted meat, Father Gabriel comes clean and Rick gets dirty
That is all I have to offer this week. I am preparing for a week to do NOTHING.
I bet you thought again that I was finished with birthday pics. Nope. Found more.
Work. It was not okay.
Wednesday I felt so bad I left work 2 hours early. Nothing is making the headache go away.
Back to being convinced I have a brain tumor.
Thursday. Pay day!!!
Bought new shoes. And maybe a new shirt. Because I am a girl.
I also bought a Skull/Dog Tag Air Freshener. Because I am diverse like that.
I also bought this cool new device. The animals have a love/hate relationship with it. My floor are nice and clean.
Rebecca, Lily and I went to the Riverbank to attempt to get adorable Fall pictures of Lily.
The best pictures of her came from Dairy Queen.
No sleep. I feel like poop on a stick.
Some of my favorite Tweets from this week. Click to make them bigger.
I leave you this week with, you guessed it, another picture of Lily.
And might I add that Brad Keselowski advanced to the next round by winning today :)
Not that bad. Scott had to work at his second job, so I have the house to myself.
Ramen Noodles and Cheese Puffs for dinner. WHAT WHAT!!
So I walk into the bedroom yesterday morning and there is a Ringwraith in the bed...
Tuesday- day of the sinus headache.
Even my teeth hurt.
I am glad to have good friends that send me Goodnight Texts:
Happy 1st Birthday to Lily!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *fanfare*
Seriously tired. Caffeine and B12 not doing the trick.
Thursday was good.
Chicken Cordon Bleu Pasta
I made schedules at work, got to see one of my BFF's, and wore cotton in my ear all day because the pain is getting unbearable.
The opening game of Dallas Stars hockey was emotional. I hope my neighbors realize that I don't *really* mean it when I threaten to open up a guy's throat with a skate blade.
It was clearly interference. He flipped the guy and then pushed away his stick.
FRIDAY! OFF DAY!
And I laid around moping about my ear ache, avoiding all housework.
I am currently watching NCIS:New Orleans. I am really trying. I can't do fake accents. Granted the worse one in the world is Nicolas Cage in Con Air, but these are pretty close. We DO NOT talk like that. I am just past the opening credits, so it may get better.
Decorated for Lily's party tomorrow. It was so awesome. She would reach for me. She would let me hold her. We played. She laughed. It only took one year and two days. Now tomorrow will probably be back to normal.
I had to get photographic proof.
AKA Earache Day. I am going to have to go to the doctor, it isn't getting any better.
One simply doesn't have time for this.
Two of my favorite drivers got into last night. There was yelling. There were punches thrown. There were headlocks.
Fight After Charlotte Race
I bet you thought I was finished with the party pics. NOPE! Raided my sisters camera today:
All the different kind of money that has came into the hotel this week. I think the coin is Greek? I didn't really know to Google it.
So that was my week. I still have an earache.
From the day we knew she was coming, she had our whole hearts. Here is a years worth of just a few of my favorite pictures.
And then we bawled.
Good work day. Sloppy Joe's for dinner. Watched Bull Riding. Reading.
That's pretty much it.
At first in life I wanted to be a drummer.
Then I decided on a hockey player.
Now I desire to be the person who opens the gate when the bull comes out.
I know now it's called a Gate Man.
I have never been much for jewelry, but I finally found the wedding ring I want. Now I just need probably $40,000. I don't even know how much rings cost.
Tuesday was pretty chill.
I am convinced that I have a brain tumor because all day at work for every day this week I have smelled something that reeks of burned rubber. No one else smells it, and I only smell it at work. I thought it was the new speakers for my laptop, but I smell it outside of my office too.
Thursday was meh. I dropped my phone and the screen cracked. While helping Scott move a mattress he said "don't move", which is code for TAKE OFF RUNNING!!! He said there was a baby lizard that he thought went up my pants. So I did indeed take off running. He found it. I lived.
AND!!!! I am not dying from brain cancer. While I was trying to figure out the smell, I wore different clothes every day, I sniffed every thing and every one at work. FINALLY! I figured it our early this A.M. Every morning of my life no matter what I wear to work I always throw them in the dryer for a few minutes. When I pulled my shirt out this morning, it was the same smell from work. It's a new thing, so I am not sure why it's doing it. I use dryer sheets. Maybe because they're already dry? But why now? Who knows. I may have to start using an iron.
Laura however, had a worse morning that me:
It kind of started the night before when I got a call from a Housekeeper that she couldn't make it because of a family emergency. I stress thinking about how hard it will make the next day because we are sold out, and there was a school checking out, and a ton of people checking in, that I knew we going to arrive early. I go in, and another Housekeeper called in, having to go to the E.R. We are doomed. I cleaned rooms, Scott helped with rooms, the front desk cleaned rooms while the night auditor stayed until 1pm. People were trying to check in at the crack of dawn, rooms were getting switched around. It was crazy, BUT it all worked out, no problems. Just an insane amount of running around, apologizing as to why your room isn't ready 5 hours early, and I am so sorry there is a 10 foot gap in between your room and your grandmama's sisters cousin. SPEAKING OF WHICH, a creepy old guy not only HUGGED ME, but kissed me on the forehead.
I am deceased.
SO, I get off at 5:30ish, come home, go straight to the bedroom, change clothes, I don't touch anything, I leave the animals locked up in their room, shut the door, and go to my sisters. I come home at 8ish, and I see Callie running towards me when I turn in the driveway. I know that isn't right because I left her in the house. When I get closer to where I park, I see Sassie on the porch. I know then something is really wrong. The front door was open, lights were on, the TV and cable box were on. I just shoved all the animals I saw inside and closed the door. My first instinct was to just go in, grab a gun, and see what's up. I knew I would never hear the end of that. I call Scott, he leaves work and tells me to go back to Rebecca's.
When he got here, no one was here, and nothing was missing. The back door was also open. TV, XBOX, guns, everything still here.
It makes ZERO sense, why open every door? Even my bathroom door and all the spare rooms were open. I bet it was a shock when the middle room door was open and three cats come charging out. That's probably when they left!
It's ok though, when I went to see the fam, Lily liked me this trip! She even crawled in my lap. Of course when she realized it, she slowly reversed it and went to her mama.
Saturday and Sunday!!!
With a headache and throbbing leg pain, I cleaned the entire house, did laundry, cleaned up the yard, and put out the fall decor. I was going to mow the grass, but I didn't finish the inside of the house in time.
So that was my very long and exhausting week.
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