Archive | November 7, 2007

The Pest Girls

By on November 7, 2007 in The Coven

So there’s this girl I know..

I’ve known her for, oh.. a couple of years now?  Maybe.  Somewhere around there.  She came to work in my building not long after I was hired in as a real certified employee.  She sat with these other women, and I really didn’t have any interaction with her.

Then there was a huge organizational shakeup.  Didn’t really affect me, but she ended up working for a guy that I had worked with.  So when I came to visit him, I also would visit with her.  And it turned out we had a lot in common.

Basically, it was that we hated stupid people.  And they were abundant.

So I started hanging out in her office.  And we both discovered we had a love of food and dieting.  And makeup.  And jewelry.  And she became, very often, a refuge and a sounding board.

Eventually, someone else noticed how incredibly fabulous she was and she got hired into a better position that also involved her working far away from me.  And then Sushi began.  Sushi was not just a food for us; it was a time to heal, a time to laugh, and most definitely a time to bitch.

Things have changed in our lives tremendously since we’ve met, and she’s never stopped amazing me with how incredibly fabulous she is.  She has a killer smile, with great skin and kickin’ curves, and she’s quite the rockstar.

She also makes a mean baby quilt.

Today, she worked crazy hard to throw me a baby shower at work, while spending every night up at the shop helping Bryan get a set together.  Her continuing and unending energy never fails to amaze me, and she has no idea how incredibly awesome I think she is.

She is SUPER awesome.

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Random and Unrelated

By on November 7, 2007 in The Mommy

It has been a crazy day today, so let me take just a minute to get my head together.

We went to the doctor yesterday, and have no progress to report.  Everything is perfect (the baby is head-down), but there’s no evidence that we’re moving into any early labor any time soon.  So the contractions that have kept me up nights?  “Practice.”

I went this morning to get my flu shot, which our company provides, free of charge.   After standing in line for half an hour, which was fine ’cause I was chillin’ with my coworkers, I reach the front only to be told that I need a doctor’s written permission before they’ll shoot me up.  Luckily, an old black nurse was in the cube next to us, and she said that I was fine if I was in my third trimester.  Note to all pregnant moms in my position: saying “I’m in my third trimester and can practically smoke crack at this point” does not plead your case.  Regardless, the old black nurse finally stuck a needle in my arm.

I spent last night painting with Kari for Bryan’s set, which was fun, but OHMYGOD, I hurt today.  I was stupid and sat on a concrete floor for an hour or so. 

In an hour, I have my work-baby-shower.  I’m excited because there is food there.  I doubt there will be a big turnout, because it’s at work in the middle of the day, but still.  THERE’S FOOD THERE. (I’m slightly hungry.)

I adore my husband.  That’s nothing new, but I thought I’d throw that in there.  I couldn’t have asked for a better partner.

He makes my parachute yellow.

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