Ever talked on a blueberry?

Last night at dinner My Lil' Girl tells me that the lady at the table next to us is texting on her blueberry. I said whaaaat?

She has her blueberry out. See.

Ummm. You mean blackberry.

No BLUUUUEEEberry.

I left it alone because I seriously thought: is there something out there really called a "blueberry" and my child is more technologically advanced than me at her ripe old age of 5!?!

Short or long sleeves...or maybe a sweater. I don't know.

Why can't office buildings get the temp right? And why do they have an office space on a thermostat on the opposite end of the building when the offices between have their own? I just do not get it.

I am currently working at two different locations. One building I have to keep the door shut because the air from the hall makes it winter in my temporary office at the client. But I need a fan as well because keeping the door shut makes it hot. But I rather be hot than cold. My fingers don't work too well when they are frozen. Like they are now! At my home office, the paper pinned to my board flies in the wind coming out of the vent above. It is ridiculously frigid in there too. But two weeks ago, the thermometer said 81. Today its probably like 62. What's 20 degrees, right?

Can we not meet in the middle somewhere? Apparently not, so instead, I have to dress for two different climates. The tropical rain forest and the arctic tundra. Right now my hair is growing on my legs from the chilliness. And I am wearing a skirt!

1 meal every 2 days

I knew that eating out was terrible for you, but didnt realize exactly how terrible it could be if you make the wrong decisions. And I have to admit, I am often in the drive thru line for convenience. After looking at this I feel terrible about feeding my kid this stuff.

The following excerpt is from this website (http://health.msn.com/nutrition/articlepage.aspx?cp-documentid=100234410&page=1) on msn today. This was the most shocking one to me.

DAIRY QUEEN:

Chicken Strip Basket with Country Gravy (6 piece)
1,640 calories
74 g fat (12 g saturated, 1 g trans)
3,690 mg sodium

Sodium equivalent: Like eating 11 large orders of McDonald's French fries! Talk about a value meal: One Chicken Strip Basket gives you almost two days' payload of sodium! If thinking about it doesn't elevate your blood pressure, eating it might. Don't become a statistic.

Eat this instead:

Crispy Chicken Sandwich
560 calories
28 g fat (3.5 g saturated)
980 mg sodium

Take a looksy at the rest of them on the website. Geeeez....

Annual Goal Progress Update

Okay so that list over their on the side that has my 2009 things I would like to accomplish..umm...yeah...not going so well, for the exception of maybe 1.

I am eating better and walking. This weekend I walked 3 miles-ish.

Also this past weekend I started going back to the gym. I think it is my way of relieving the stress at work. I noticed that I also joined this month last year. March must suck for me. But the going only lasted during busy season.

Must stay motivated! And get back to work.

Have I been invisible???

Helllooooo...I am right here. Standing in front of your face. I see you people all the time. Well sorta. I realize that it is typically only at lunch everyday because I have been living at the client since the end of Jan, but come on! I have known you people since June, and others for years.

Sunday - Old friend for 18 years, but really who I have only been talking to for the last 4 months on a regular basis asks me, "What did you do to your hair?"

Ummm...nothing; I need to. I had to cancel my hair appt me yesterday because I was working. Need to get the roots touched up. Why?

His response, "Have you always been a blonde?"

For the past year I have been. Thanks for just now noticing.

Wednesday I get from two friends I see all the time and even babysit their kiddo, "You are a blonde?"

What the crap? Did the highlights all of a sudden appear? Get brighter?

Monday a few girls at work asked me what was different about me. Do you have different make-up on?

Nope, still the same one I have used for a few years. In fact, I was just about to go buy some more of the eye colors because I am literally scraping the edges.

I do not understand. But boy do I feel really loved. :(

Will it ever, ever, ever end???

OMG! I need a little bit of a life outside of work right now!

Nothing is going on right now other than work, work, and a little more work. I have been asked to do a ton of things, for example go see Brad Paisley, Clint Black, Reba, and a few others at the Houston Rodeo, but I had to decline. Why?? Because of WORK! At least 7 at night every night. Except Sundays.

I am even missing out on going to a cool drag race this Saturday in Baytown, so I can get my required 8 hours in.

Now, don't get me wrong. I love my job. I like the people I work for and with. But daaaang, I am sooo ready for busy season (AKA REGENCY SEASON) to be over and done. I thought things would slow down after March 31, but I am wrong.

I will not get a little bit of my life back until after April 15th. Well at least the weekends. Bleh! :(

Sadness

Gizzy took a turn for the worst this past week and had an appointment on Friday to administer a few shots and fluids to see if she could bounce back a bit and keep fighting.

She perked up a little Friday. She came and laid by my side while I typed away on the computer. She even was able to sneak up on me. It was a pleasant surprise. But Saturday she was pretty stationary. I kept thinking that the vet said that it could take a few days for the fluids to be absorbed and kick in, but no change by Sunday morning either. She was not eating, grooming, and weak.

I made "the decision" and then the call. My Little Girl would be away for most of the day and I felt that it would be best for her not to have to see me take her away. And for me, too. I was not ready to explain what was going on. I should have been prepared because I knew it was coming; just not this soon.

After the shaky call with the vet, I went to go get her and could not find her. She went in the dog kennel. It was the first time she had done this. I wondered what it meant. Did she know? Or was she going off to a secluded place to just be because she was ready? I do not know, but I will choose to believe the latter.

I miss her. She was the more social cat of the two so I always saw her. She is not there to rub on my legs and purr so very quietly, jump up on the dryer to say hi when I am doing laundry, at the back door wanting to go lay in the grass, or walk in front of the couch with only the tip of her long tail visible as she trots on by. She was truly a great cat!

I found this poem. I think it is really great and can only wish that it could really be true.

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

Author unknown...

Useless Knowledge - "Oh No!"

From the good ol' thinking man over on the right...

In 1980, the Yellow Pages accidentally listed a Texas funeral home under "Frozen Foods."