Just a buncha random

First of all, I couldn't get into a "New Post" form to post this for like, all day.  Can I just TELL you how frustrating that was...

This is where I am today:

(Except mine is no where NEAR that nice.)

This is where I wanna be:

With one of these:

The fact that this is not actually happening as we speak is VERY frustrating to me...  So instead, we'll just have to go about pretending that it is.  Yeah, good luck with that.

Anyhow... these were some of the thoughts that scampered across my mind today (in no particular order).

I'm addicted to Rold Gold Pretzel Stix.  Seriously. I must have them to make it through my day.  This addiction just started today...

And I heart Fierce Grape Gatorade.  Enough said on that.

Today, I spent approximately $250 dollars on one of those backpack type carriers for the little guys.  It's a Kelty so I'm hoping it will last for a while.  I didn't buy this for the trip to NOLA and as soon as I got in the airport, I deeply regretted not doing so.  So I broke down and decided that I should probably just get one and not worry about the cost anymore.  I'll get plenty of use out of it, with the hikes and walking I'd like to do this summer, I'm sure.

So, I was wondering, the other day, what I spent on travel to NOLA and decided to look at my credit card statement online...yeah. Regret looking.  Plane tickets and rental car alone were $825.  When I got there, I had reserved a compact car online.  When they told me it was gonna be a Chevrolet Cobalt and asked me if I wanted a Dodge Charger instead, ...I decided to change my mind.  Me?  In a rat trap matchbox sardine can Cobalt?  "Yes, I'll take the Charger please."  In addition to the car, I also rented a car seat.  Won't do THAT again.  Monkey, has a plush and comfy relatively CLEAN and unstained car seat here.  Poor baby had to ride in an older, not so cushy, stained car seat while we were there.  And the straps didn't adjust very easily...I'll be taking, checking and just dealing with the headache of his car seat next time!! 

So, even though I am already starting to pay my credit card back for allowing so graciously a much deserved/needed trip to NOLA, it still hates me.  It scowled at me this morning when I opened my wallet at the gas station.  It gave me that, "Don't you EVEN think about using me like that right now!!" look.  I took out the red card instead.  (Credit card is blue.)  I need to get on better terms with her soon.  Otherwise, she'll leave me high and dry when I need her...

My favorite tea is:

TA DA!!  Coconut Chai made by Zhena's Gypsy Tea.  It makes me happy and my taste buds sing.  Not really but it's super good when sweetened with your favorite local honey!  :) 

Oh and one last thing,... I think I'm going to buy a programmable coffee maker.  At home, we have a percolator, and a french press...but both of those require ENTIRELY way too much work in the morning when I am fumbling around the kitchen.  It needs to be set the night before so that it is ready for me to partake in immediately upon my arrival to the kitchen.  Agreed?  So I was looking online today and discovered Gevalia Coffee.  As it turns out, I could get myself a decent looking programmable coffee maker, and a couple of boxes of free coffee for about $20 (free shipping).  Then after that, I could set my own schedule of delivery of MORE coffee directly to my house!!  Y'all ever had Gevalia coffee?  It's pretty decent.  Actually, it's pretty good.... I'll be taking a further look into this matter.  My ears are open to the opinions on this however.

I am ready to go home.  This has been THE most boring day.  Did I mention that I am also taking an online defensive driving class?  Oh, I don't believe I did... Yeah.  Sucks.

Heard from BD (refer to "who in the heck") today.  Apparently, he wants to come up not this weekend but next...yeah. We'll see about that.  He likes to cancel last minute.  If he does this to my son when he's older and hurts his little heart, I'm going to rip his out, beat it with a meat mallet, stomp a mud hole in it, let the dog whiz on it, put it in the blender, hit puree, and feed it back to him.  Sorry bas&%!*.

Mr. G has kind of fallen on the way side.  Not sure that he's going to be Mr. Right...  I deserve to be pursued and chased dammit.  Not the other way around.

Mr. NRN is still not.  He's just, not.

And Mr. Italian...I'm going to have to keep an eye on him...he's sneaky.  He's got me thinking that maybe, just maybe...

Who knows!!!!??????

Ciao!

Talkin' trash 'cause I can

Every now and then I feel the urge to spew forth a little bit of venom and today is the lucky day.

Co-workers:

Miss Overbearing.  When I first got here, she was my trainer. I must admit, in all fairness, she knows her stuff. Inside and out.  And she is an excellent worker and full of knowledge pertaining to her job.  She's been at this about 2 years in this particular place and many years in other areas.  However, she is very...peculiar.  She and I worked together but on opposite shifts.  She was on day crew and I was on nights.  The office and work space that we shared was hers for approximately 2 years prior to my arrival and she is a clean freak.  I can be at times too but she sprays Lysol at people if they turn their head and cough, in the opposite direction.  Uh, that seems like a little much to me. And it's the stinky "Original" scent that smells like essence of old man.  Gross.  And she is very secretive.  I can't trust someone who is so secretive.  They freak me out.  Like heebie jeebies.  Her husband works here too and sometimes it seems like they have one brain.  He stares at her like he's going to eat her and it's creepy.  They are too much...and always thinking someone is out to get them...they make me tired.   Blech.  I don't want to work with her again in the event that they put night crew back together. (Night crew served it's purpose and practically ran through all the "work" we were hired on to do.  My supervisor could not justify having two PCC's on day crew when other shops had none, so I was moved to another section but remain under that particular work center when night crew all went to days.)  She's just way too hyper and get wrapped way too tight around the proverbial axle. 

The Smeller.  OK, I have long been attracted to a good smelling man...let me clarify that.  I can appreciate a man who takes the time to smell good.  Men's cologne is one of my weaknesses, within good reason.  If he's an old geezer, eh, he might have on today's scent, but he's still a geezer...  But The Smeller in question has his days where he smells better than others.  Ralph Lauren makes a cologne named "Polo" and it's got many others like Polo Sport, Polo Blue, Polo Black, etc.  But the one I'm talking about is just "Polo". It's in a green bottle and it smells like old guy.  It's very spicy, very strong and a little goes a LOOOOONG way.  The Smeller does not understand that when he bathes in it, I can smell him in the parking lot from my office, and my sinus' go into overdrive.  It is, needless to say, not one of my very most favorites.  As a matter of fact, it has been downgraded from the "Slightly Tolerable" list to the "Oh My Gosh, Not Again, I'm Gonna Puke" list.  Yesterday was an "I'm Gonna Puke" day...

The "I'm So Hot" (and it's all in his own head) Guy.  Aka The Troll.  The Troll happens to be short, pudgy, and obnoxiously loud.  Typical day to day attire consists of an over sized flannel type jacket (frayed), a way over sized t-shirt, and old guy style tennis shoes and if I'm not mistaken, the kind with VELCRO!!  I kid you not... I'll have to get back to you with confirmation on that one but I'm almost certain.  So, as if that is not enough to have you rolling your eyes with "are you serious right now" running through your head...he also thinks he's funny and God's gift to women!!  I wish y'all could see this guy.  He's a TRAIN WRECK.  I can't help but bite holes in my tongue on a daily basis to keep from telling him JUST how ridiculous he is.  Oh, and the worst part is when he opens his mouth.  Know that movie Monsters, Inc?  The Pixar film about the monsters that scare children for their screams to make energy?  Well, when The Troll gets riled up, which is on a daily basis over something, he sounds like the little short, fat, one eyed monster.  Like, no joke.  Nails. Chalkboard.

The Sounding Board.  She is my favorite.  She is that one co-worker you have that is more than willing to share a laugh/gripe about a co-worker, child (we both have at least one), situation, and anything else you can come up with.  She's that one person who shares an open door policy (like, a real one) with you and the door swings both ways.  Gotta have one or else you go crazy.

I'm sure I'll have more to complain about on another day but I just had to get this out there.  LOL

NOLA

Wow. What a weekend...

Friday morning started out VERY early.  We're talking about like, 3:30-ish for a quick shower, get Monkey ready, and a mad dash scramble to remember anything I might have forgotten.  I left the house without my camera because it is where I left it last...and I don't remember where I left it.  (sad face)

The ride to the airport was fast and furious as calm and collected as it could be.  We live about an hour and 15 (or so) minutes from the Austin airport.  My mom rode with me so she could take my car back and I wouldn't have to pay for parking. So we get there and I have a stroller, a diaper bag doubling as a purse, and one Adidas duffel bag with the rest of our stuff in it.  To make things just slightly easier on myself, I checked the duffel at the curb and so then it was just a matter of me pushing the stroller.

We get to security and of course I empty my pockets, take off my shoes, get Monkey out of the stroller, fold it up, put it on the conveyor belt...try to walk through and they tell me to take Monkey's shoes off and send them through.  Really?  Ugh!  Fine,...whatever.  So I untie his shoes (the ones that took me 10 minutes to get on him this morning because he likes to wiggle!!!), put them in one of the smaller send-it-through containers.  The stroller gets freaking stuck in the x-ray thing and when we get that back, then his shoes got lost in there!!!!!  COME ON ALREADY!  We finally get past security (after they had to check my diaper bag b/c I had water in there for his bottles...) and to our gate.  Boarding the plane was OK.  We sat next to a really nice girl who looked about college age (which is kind of a silly thing to say because people go to college at all ages these days...to clarify, she looked about 21-22) who was very sweet. She didn't mind Monkey at all and we were both pleasantly surprised when he didn't squall the whole time.  There was a layover in Houston with no plane change so after everyone who was leaving de-planed, I realized that OF COURSE, Monkey had loaded his drawers.  Seriously, son?  Right now?  So I make my way to the back of the plane where I though I might squeeze the two of us into the lavatory for an interesting diaper change, and when we get back there and claim our row, there was another woman back there that Monkey thought he needed to flirt with.  LOL  We said a few things back and forth as a flight attendant was there too and they said they didn't mind if I changed him right there on the row.  SWEET!!!  A quick diaper change later, we were all set and actually kept the entire row to ourselves for that flight.

We land in New Orleans and gather all of our stuff, so far Monkey has been great considering all the hustle and bustle I'm doing.  LOL  While booking my flight, I also made a rental car reservation.  I had the confirmation sheet with me, but got on the wrong shuttle.  (I confirmed through Budget, but got on the Hertz shuttle)  Thank goodness the driver was checking to see if we were supposed to be on there.  We finally get to Budget and Monkey is passed out.  I upgraded from a Chevrolet Cobalt (aka sardine can) to a Dodge Charger.  I must say that I was happy with my decision because it was a much better alternative to sitting in my sons lap while he was strapped in his car seat...  LOL  Aaaand, it was a really smooth ride. Bonus.

We finally got into Slidell and got settled down a little bit at my BFF's mom's house while we waited for everyone to get off work. It was SO great to see them again!!  Friday night we really didn't do much but sit around and catch up and play with the boys.  (BFF has a son also but he is a little older than Monkey)  Saturday, we went to BFF's apartment and sat around catching up some more while the boys took a long, much needed nap.  We were trying to decide what to go and do and decided we were going to take her car and needed to drop mine off at Miss L's.  We get there and it started POURING rain.  There was a thunderstorm warning and it was right on top of us.  So being perfectly content with continuing to visit and in the comfort of the house where anything we needed for the boys was right there, we just let it rain.

Sunday, BFF and I took Monkey (her husband kept hers for the day) to Gulfport, MS to the outlet mall.  We did some walking around and shopping and really had a good time being out.  It was slightly easier with just one kiddo to mind and therefore made for a good outing.  Monday was more enjoying company and packing to leave.  I had to get the rental back and make sure we were there in time to not be rushed.

Yeah.  Well, remember how I told you that I got on the Hertz shuttle instead of the Budget shuttle?  In the POURING rain, take a wild guess at where I tried to turn in my rental.  Yeah. Hertz.  I get there, pull all the stuff out of the trunk, get Monkey (who is sleeping) out, and hand the girl the keys.  She asked me if this was their car... "No, it's not. So could you please hold that umbrella over me again while I put him back in the car?"  Holy COW, Gracie!  Really?!! Bonehead.  I finally get the dang car turned in, but am soaked through.  That is such a nasty feeling.  And we still had to get to the airport and through security (grr) and find our gate.  Mind you, we have plenty of time, but I'm still stressing.

We get to terminal side of the airport and I'm standing behind this one girl who is talking with the curbside baggage check guy.  He tells her that her flight to Houston (where we are going) is delayed for 4 hours.  (My blood pressure immediately spikes upon hearing that). He tells both of us to go inside and speak with the people at the desk inside.  While waiting in line, I called my dad who was supposed to be picking us up and told him about the potential problem.  Turns out, the flight before ours to Houston was delayed.  *whew...*

I found the sunscreen in the car before I turned it in and shoved it in the diaper bag to transfer over to my other bag to be checked.  As soon as I shoved it in the diaper bag, you know I forgot ALL about it.  We get through the metal detector walk through thingy and the lady tells me she's gonna have to check my bag.  I'm like, OK cool.  I knew I had water in there for Monkey's bottles so I was cool with it.  I'm struggling to get the stroller unfolded while holding Monkey (so he doesn't run off because he's quick like that!) and to make sure all our stuff stays together and the lady comes back to me with the sunscreen in one hand, diaper bag in the other.  "Um, ma'am, we cannot allow you to take this on the plane (and proceeds to rattle off a bunch of crap about security and TSA regulations and rules). Do you want to go back and check your bag?"   Um, excuse me, what?  Did you seriously just ask me if I wanted to check my diaper bag?  The one you just had your hands all over and know that there are diapers, feeding supplies, and ALL the necessities I might need to travel with this 14 month old?  Did you really just ask me that?  Dumb cow.  So i told her no and asked her if we could just throw the shit away.  Problem solved. No big deal.  *talking under my breath* Check my bag.  I guess you don't have to be intelligent to work for TSA...

We get through the first flight and Monkey is doing OK.  Then we land in Houston and have to change planes.  We only had to go six gates up but holy halibut that airport was freaking hot.  It was easily 85 degrees or better in there.  Monkey is a hot baby anyway and started to get warm quickly.  I was holding him, the diaper bag and had a backpack on and was REALLY warm.  We finally get boarded, seated, and in the air and Monkey was just over it.  He was ready for the day to be over and was more fussy on that flight.  But we finally made it to Austin, and when we did, my dad was waiting.  Good thing to b/c I was glad to have the extra help with him. LOL    He cried for the last 10 minutes or so of the car ride home but he was hot, and didn't want to be strapped in any longer.  As soon as he was changed and had his p.j.'s on, i put him in his crib and he stretched out and went immediately to sleep. 

All in all, Monkey was really good on this trip, and I had a lot of fun.  A true success.  Traveling with a small child is no easy feat and I probably won't do that again for a while.  And I'm sure it would have been easier if he were potty trained.  But it could have been so much worse and the little extra bonding that he and I did as co-adventurer's was well worth the hassle of it.  I must say that I am very disappointed with how little help people are willing to give other people who are traveling with small children.  I mean, just an extra hand to help unfold a stroller (luckily for me, I can do mine one handed) or to maybe make a funny face and distract a fussy child.  If it works, great.  If not, at least they tried.  But I can't tell you how many people would just stare while he was being fussy.  And by fussy I don't mean screaming mad, just a little frustrated and whiny.  Makes you want to say not nice things to them.  LOL  My opinions of people traveling with children are changed forever.  I don't feel sorry for them.  But I do know how it is now and will always ask if they need help with something.  Provided that I have the extra hand!

Hope y'all had a wonderful holiday weekend! 

This Morning

So this morning I feel different.  I don't know why exactly.  I just do.  I rolled out of bed much too late to do anything about my wet hair when I got out of the quickie PTA (pits, tits, and ass) shower that I had to take. I also left the house without packing a lunch so you KNOW there was no time to grab breakfast.  And instead of running through the drive-thru at McDonald's (I heart their coffee) because the thought of eating something greasy just turned my stomach, I opted to go through the Starbucks drive-thru.  Needing a pick-me-up I chose a Venti Skinny Cinnamon Dolce Latte and a Perfect Oatmeal.  I must say this P.O. is absolutely delish and my coffee is currently serving it's purpose.  Today will be a good day.

But last night, I told Mr. NRN that I would no longer be able to be his friend with benefits.  I'm just not the kind of girl who can give just a little.  When I like/love someone, it's with all of me.  But I did tell him that when he IS ready for a relationship and if he considers me for his other half, that I hope that I'm available to be.  And that much is true.  I really do adore him and think that he is a good guy, but, if I can't have all of him, I'll have to do without any of him.  I deserve a lot more than what I'm doing to myself by allowing myself to be in that type of relationship. *sigh*

In addition to that mess, my ex fiance, we will call him Mr. Italian, from 10 years ago has recently gotten back in touch with me.  And his angle is my heart.  I don't know what to think or do about this situation because first of all, he lives in California, I live in Texas.  And I'm not leaving Texas.  Period. 

I know.  How selfish of me to think/say that, right?  Well, I'll tell you!  Everytime I was broken up with, it was ME who had to pack my stuff and relocate.  ME who had to start over.  ME who had to find another job or whatever else could possibly inconvenience me.  In addition to that, I am now a single mother.  My son does not deserve to be bounced around like that.  Especially since he has his bearings right where he is.  So, if a man wants to be with me, he can come to me, too.  And that's all I have to say about that.  lol

I have one more that I have become interested in lately.  Thanks to Ms. Adventure, I am now corresponding through e-mail at this point with someone who has really caught my attention.  Very sweet and very witty is Mr. G.  I have not met him in person as he lives in Houston and I live north of Austin, but hopefully, one of these days I will.  And like she said, if nothing else, I will have gained a friend.  I like the way she thinks.

On Friday morning I leave, with son in tow, to spend Memorial Day weekend in NOLA (New Orleans, Louisiana) visiting some friends.  I'm sure to have fun, but this week needs to hurry up and just get over with!  I'm ready for my weekend!!!  (should also prove nerve wracking interesting traveling by plane with a 14 month old...)  Say a little prayer for us that we make it in one piece!!

Ciao!

Day One...

Since my last post about the guy I'm interested in and the 90 days of Alaska,...I have been talking to some of my girlfriends both new and old. The opinions and advice were overwhelmingly similar and I thought that was good because that means I pick good friends. lol

My previous blog revealed that I have been in a monogamous "friends with benefits" situation with a man for a little over a month now. During that month and a half, I somehow lost a little bit of my spunk and sassiness (even though I vowed not to ever do that again after the last idiot I was with, who happens to be my son's father...) and have decided to reclaim it. After all, it was MINE to begin with!!!

The girls, after listening to some of the history and events behind Mr. NRN and I, their advice was to stop initiating contact (be it via texting or calling) and to just let things go.  See what happens.  Maybe it will allow him time to think and that I should be prepared for it to go either way.  He'll either get up there and realize that I'm no big deal and that he can live without me in his life, or (and I hate admitting that I want this to be the case) he will get up there, have time to think about me and the whole situation, and come to the realization that I'm a good hearted woman, faithful (not easy to find these days), and that he would actually be the one missing out if he let things go himself.  It's like one of my besties (Ms. Adventure) said to me yesterday, if he doesn't call, then I should feel very "unimportant" to him (and I absolutely would!!) and that he should be placed in my life exactly where he places me in his.  It stings, but it's the truth and that's what your besties are for.  Another one of my girls (Mac) told me yesterday to let the Lord guide me.

**I have been absent from the church for a great number of years.  I recently decided to go back since I think it will help me lay a solid foundation for my son and help me in raising him. I met Mac through her husband (Big Mac) with whom I work. (Great people and I am blessed to know them.) I drive roughly 45 minutes, one way, to get to the church we all attend. Mac told me that it is obvious that I have a thirst for Christ and am trying to put myself back on the right track, otherwise I would not drive all the way out there to attend church. I happen to really like the one I found out there.**

And in letting the Lord guide me, and striving to live a better life than what I have been, He will bless me.  In making these changes in my life, I've realized that I DO want to go to church. I DO want a man in my life that will attend church WITH me. I believe that couples (married or even just dating) have a stronger foundation when they go to church together.  And, I DON'T want someone who will not be willing to do these things.  There's big trouble in a relationship when you're not on the same page. I cannot tell you how TIRED and DRAINED I am from all the "big troubles" in my relationships.

SO, in an attempt to right my life and pull this out of control bus back onto the road, maybe I'll gain the strength I will need to put away the door mat on my face, start to love myself, find happiness in life.  I don't know what's going to happen in terms of Mr. NRN.  I'd be lying if I told you I didn't care. I do care.  A great deal, in fact.  And I hope that if he hasn't already, that he figures out that he cares for me also (if that is truly the case).  He's not a bad guy.  We've just gotten ourselves into a situation that isn't the best and I fell for him just a little too hard because I didn't guard my heart.

This is Day One of ninety (that Mr. NRN will be gone) and Day One of getting on the right path because it's what I want to do.

Here in body, not in mind...

It's been a while since I have graced the web with another one of my postings,...better late than never I say!

Lots has happened since the last posting. I met someone. Ugh! Even to me that sounds silly but it's true. I met him here at work while I was still on night crew (they moved us all to days because we're awesome and pretty much worked ourselves off of nights) and almost immediately was enthralled with him.

For the sake of keeping the innocent protected, we'll call him Mr. Not Right Now (Mr. NRN) (Not to be confused with *Jeremy. He and I have fashioned a brother/sister type relationship that consists of constant teasing and relentless joking and all of which are in a "I'm cool with you but not like that" kind of way. I am happy with that and wouldn't change it.) I was immediately attracted to him physically. He stands about 5'10" (I'm 5'8"), and has these broad shoulders that make me want to sink my teeth into them. Yep, I said that out loud. He carries himself with confidence and has a sense of humor,...and the best thing? He has manners. Yes, ladies, he still holds doors open and thinks that his side of the bed is the side closest to the door. Chivalry is not dead as I thought it was. I truly believe that I have met my match. What's the catch, you ask? Well let me tell you. He is not ready for a serious relationship. Grr.

It was finally admitted back in February that my feelings of interest are reciprocated, but that he is not ready for that next step of a relationship. Apparently the girl he was last interested in pulled a "bitch maneuver" on him and the ending result was not in my favor as I would like to have not had a man with a bleeding heart on my hands. But bleed as it does, I see through the crap and happen to know that his heart is genuinely good. He needs time to heal as we all do.

Now,...I may get some ridiculed for this, but we have a "friends with benefits" relationship. It happened one night and was mutually decided that our chemistry in that department is spot-on. That. man. sets. my. skin. on. fire. Period. It might have something to do with the immense emotional involvement on my part that I have with him, but...dang. Wow. The best part about that department of our odd relationship status is that though "fwb", we are monogamous about it. Without a doubt, he could at any point, as could I, choose to take up with someone else. We are not in a serious committed relationship and though it would sting really bad, we do have that option. I personally have no intentions of it and to this point, neither does he. I mean, I have a son that I can't just get up and leave whenever the heck I feel like it,...and though frustrating at times, he hasn't sought out other company. That was made abundantly clear to me during a minor fight we had not too long ago,...which reminds me. I HATE fighting with him. HATE IT. I felt nauseous the entire time,...and it would please me peachy if it never happened again. (It will though. We are both stubborn as all get out.)

So, another monkey wrench in the whole business. I would love nothing more that to be in a relationship with this man, and it be deeper that the one we currently have. There is something about him that sends chills down my spine (the good kind), butterflies in my stomach, melts my heart, and...makes my blood boil (again, in a good way). And all of these things do not accurately describe how I feel when he's around. And I miss him terribly when he's not. I've asked so many people over the course of my adulthood how they knew he/she was the one. They all answered the same. They just knew. No way to describe it,...you just know. Monkey wrench: he leaves on Wednesday for 90 days to go to Alaska to do some work for our company.

90 WHOLE freakin' days. That is going to suck beyond all suckiness! So I think that one of two things is about to happen. The glass is half empty part of me thinks that he will get up there and come to forget about little 'ol me even though we've had the conversation about both of us being able to wait for the other, sexually, until he gets back home. **I do not share. And I do not expect to be shared either. The two of us happen to believe in monogamy, but, we are human and I'm choosing to give him the benefit of the doubt until proven wrong. I am allowing myself to trust him...which is a big thing for me.** And the part of me that WANTS to believe in happy endings and positive outcomes thinks that maybe, just maybe, he'll get up there and by some stroke of a grace, he will realize that I have no intentions of harming his heart, that I'm a good woman, and actually miss me while he's gone. The whole absence makes the heart grow fonder deal.

He weighs heavily on my mind and heart daily. A constant thought process. Not in that psycho kind of way, but more a caring, hope he's doing well and maybe even thinking about me (hehe) kind of way. I've gotten myself so wrapped up in the what-if's that I've just almost made myself sick for worry over what's about to happen in the next 3 months and even beyond that, that...I can't take it anymore. I went to church yesterday (I've been absent for a number of years and have recently just started going back) and sat on the pew while a tear was jerked from my eyes and put it all in God's hands. His plan is ultimately the only one that matters so my "plan" is really insignificant. I've been praying for guidance and to learn of His will in this area of my life and the patience and strength to wait for it to unfold without sticking my two cents in and messing it up as only humanly possible. We'll see. So as I sit here at work trying to be productive but thinking of Mr. NRN, I'm here in body, not in mind.

Freak out mode...

First of all,...I have an eye infection. And it sucks. I scratched my eye somehow and the damn thing got infected. To make matters worse, my Gran gave me some antibiotic drops...I put some in my eye and went to sleep. IMAGINE my utter horror to wake up several hours later and my eye is like, damn near swollen shut!! OMG! I have to go to work! And I work with my current "interest" (this is not "Jeremy", this is someone entirely different)! How embarrassing to have to show my face like this!! I will DIE of embarassment today I'm sure of it. (I hate feeling ugly.) So, because it actually has the left side of my face feeling sore, I decide it's no longer something I can just "suck up" and decide to go to the ER. This IS my vision we're talking about... So I get there,...get a room,...and shortly thereafter the doc comes in to assess my situation. I tell him of the drops and show him what they were as I brought the container with me. he's like, "Ok, they're not my favorite but they are an antibiotic..." He leaves, and just a short while later comes back to notify me that in the system, I am listed as having an allergy to sulfa drugs (this is true). He then proceeds to tell me that the drops I put in my eye prior to going to sleep,...yeah. They are a sulfa drug. AAARRRRGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!! Are you kidding me?! So I'm making my already embarrassing situation worse?!

LOL Figures. So, he prescribes me some eye drops that will NOT swell my eye shut (good grief) and sends me on my merry little way. I put the prescribed amount of those suckers in my eye just AS SOON as I got to my car. The swelling went down considerably but the redness and some discomfort are still lingering.

I work with a bunch of men. As a matter of fact, I am the only female that works here at night. I do not like to NOT look at least presentable. Tonight I am sans make-up, hair in a ponytail, and looking a slight bit more rough than I usually do. Screw it. Whatever. lol What a "mis-adventure"! hehe