Ohh..

I'm so tired and sore. I've spent the afternoon running back and forth between my office and two others trying to keep up with the demand of a Friday afternoon.

I spent three hours last night filling out the same job application for three different jobs at three different places and have a list of more to do.

I have other things to do so I have to call it quits early.

love ya!

Thinking back...

The more I read Mrs. Q over at Fed Up With school lunch, the more it has made me think about being in grade school. Trying to figure out if those school lunches I use to eat were really that unhealthy or if it's been in more recent years that they've headed south.

I remember that we never had food that came in a package unless it was ice cream or some kind of frozen slushie. And I know that I never ate the slushie because I never could get it open. And there were laways real trays with real utensils to eat with.

We would line up in class before we left for lunch, people who brought their lunch first and then the rest of the class in alphabetic order. We all had a number that we had to remember to say that we had eaten. There was a lady who sat at the entry to the lunch line with a legal sheet of paper with all the numbers on it and she marked out your number when you got to the door.

There was no chocolate milk until second or third grade, but we always hoped when we opened the carton that it would be chocolate. We had no concept that chocolate milk came in brown cartons.

I loved the pizza, and the days when we had steak fingers because it meant an ice cream scoop of rice sans gravy. I think that teachers got gravy but students didn't. I really wanted the gravy. To me that's the best part of mashed potatoes.

I remember that in second grade or so we transitioned to the plastic sporks. When there were carrot sticks there was no ranch dressing to be had, just plain jane carrot sticks.

I'm sure that there's more that I could wax on about but right now it's time to take a break.

love ya!

The internet...

I have to say as much as I can hate my job I love the perks that it affords me at times. Right now I'm sitting by the pond hooked up to the internet by Verizon's wonderful Mifi2200. It's the demo line and I must say that I like what I can do with it but probably will just add the tethering option to my husband's phone and go that route, it's about the same price and I won't have to worry about other people trying to steal my wifi. I was surprized to find that there are about four wireless networks that I can pick up in my living room half of which are protected and the others are too weak to even bother with trying.

I love it though it's nice and relaxing finally being able to get on the internet for fun while not having to worry about it.

love ya!

Post Wedding...

The wedding is over. I've got discs with pictures in my purse. I have stuff everywhere. My clothes are in a pile flowing out of the clothes. I have no idea where any of my clothes are that I wear on a regular basis. Every pair of jeans I can find have holes in them and not the ones you can see, those sly ones along the seams and pockets that are only visible when stretched across your hips and tailend. My husband has informed me several times this week what color panties I have on because of that.

I can't cook anything right now unless it goes in the microwave, toaster, crockpot, deep fryer or straight out of the box as is. That is my lunch time goal on Monday. Post office to pickup a package and then to the city to get the gas cut on because I want a fried egg!

love ya!