Archive | November, 2013

Giving Thanks

27 Nov

Yes, tomorrow is Thanksgiving.  It’s the day we gather with family and friends, share a meal, and give thanks.  Tomorrow is also the day I will be parked in front of my television, watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade and the National Dog Show.

I will be watching these shows while perusing the ads for Black Friday.  Will I take part in the shopping madness?  Not really.  There’s no way I would torture myself by standing in line, freezing my ass off for a sale.  Fighting traffic and people is not my idea of a good time.  My shopping will be online, thank you.

After a mid-morning nap, I’ll wake up in time to start watching football.  I’m a huge football fan and it’s a Thanksgiving tradition.  While I’m watching, I will be consuming.  Beer and pizza, please.  Pass on the turkey and gravy.

I’ve never been a huge Thanksgiving meal fan.  Turkey, mashed potatoes and stuffing are only okay if you drown them in a sea of gravy.  The cranberry sauce from a can with the rings imprinted in the gelatinous goop?  Yuck.  Pumpkin pie is only good is you smother it in whipping cream.

I’m also not going to be hanging with the family this year.  Partly by choice, partly because I didn’t have any choice.  With a divorce, logistics can get complicated.  It’s his year to have my daughter for an early meal.  For me to drive a couple of hours for a short amount of time didn’t make much sense.

Despite the situation, I have much to be thankful for.  I’m so grateful for my daughter, family and friends.  Fortunate to be in good health and finances.  It’s been a challenging year, but it’s made me better and stronger.

To all of you, have a happy and safe Thanksgiving!

Elevator Envy

24 Nov

Last night, my boyfriend and I went to see Toad the Wet Sprocket.  If you have no clue who they are, you’re not alone.  I knew a handful of their songs, which were all on albums I believe in the 1990’s.

The song I was most familiar with was from the “Friends” soundtrack and is titled “Good Intentions”.  It’s a great song and I was very happy to hear it at the concert.  But, of course, they also played many songs I was not familiar with.

My boyfriend is a huge fan and has followed them from the beginning.  He knew every lyric for every song.  I stood there, watched, and drank beer.  Normally I would be bored to tears if I didn’t know the majority of a band’s music, but I wasn’t because they were actually good.

After the show, we headed over to a hotel bar a couple blocks away to have more drinks and some food.  Being the fact I’d had several beers and given birth to a child, I needed to go to the bathroom every fifteen minutes.  I know that’s a little too much information….sorry.

However, because of said bladder condition, I had to use the restroom which is on another floor of the hotel.  As I entered the elevator a group of musicians followed and they turned out to be Toad the Wet Sprocket.

Part of me wanted to get off the elevator and follow them, but I thought that would be a little too creepy.  So I did my business and went back to the table to tell my boyfriend who I shared an elevator ride with.

To say he was green with envy was an understatement.  This morning he was still going on about it.  I’m not surprised it was me who ran into the band versus him.  That’s how it goes….in my world anyways.

Tomorrow’s the Big Night!

21 Nov

Tomorrow night I will be presenting at Ignite Minneapolis in front of a sold-out crowd of 700.  To say I’m a train wreck is an understatement.  I am scared to death.

The event organizer reassured me everyone is nervous but I don’t know if I’m buying it.  I checked out the program for the evening and there looked to be a lot of very confident people in the line up.  Is it bad to hope they secretly faint or trip over the microphone cord?  There is free beer so perhaps one or two will get completely wasted and make a complete fool out of themselves?

Seriously, I am looking forward to giving my presentation despite my apprehension.  It’s only five minutes of my life and if it sucks, I will never see these people again and can go into hiding.  Oh wait, they’re streaming this live on the Internet…nevermind.

Happy Birthday Baby

14 Nov

Today was my daughter’s sixth birthday.  She’s my baby (and my one and only) and getting so big.  It’s crazy how fast they grow up.  I want to bottle this time so I can look back on it fondly when she’s a royal pain as a teenager.

Her school is celebrating their 50th anniversary this week.  Each day they are having a different decade theme from the 60’s to the 90’s with a 50’s party on Friday.  Today, it was the 80’s, my favorite decade.  We had so much fun getting her dressed for the day.  Neon shirt, belt and leg warmers and teased hair.  She looked like she jumped out of a Bangles video.  It was awesome and bittersweet.

I remember those days so fondly…back when MTV actually showed videos and there wasn’t the Internet and cell phones to constantly distract you.  Part of me is sad she won’t have the same experiences I had growing up, but that’s okay.  Hers will be different, but they will still be good.

I met her at school today for lunch.  She saw me out of the corner of her eye and ran to me, giving me a hug and crying tears of joy.  It was the best greeting ever.  The teacher told me she couldn’t stop talking about her Mom coming to school on her birthday.

I honestly don’t know who had the better day, me or her.  Granted, it was her birthday and she was showered with attention and gifts.  However, I received the greatest compliment from the love of my life…that can’t be beat.

Confined Spaces

7 Nov

My co-workers and I were informed today that we are moving.  Part of me is dreading it but another part of me is excited.  I say this because the current area we work in is a morgue.

Well, it’s not really a morgue but it might as well be.  You can hear a pin drop in this place.  Cough or sneeze and it echoes across the floor.  Heaven forbid you unwrap a piece of candy or be hungry for lunch.  Everyone in a 100 foot radius will hear.

There are the cube neighbors I will not miss.  Mrs. Annoying Laugh and Mr. Phlegm will no longer be surrounding and torturing me with their little “quirks”.  We won’t have to whisper anymore and tiptoe around so we don’t annoy the executives whose offices are right outside our cubes.

However, with all the excitement, I’m faced with the reality of my co-workers and the confining space.  You see, these two team members are guys.  I am a woman.  Enough said.

It’s bad enough they’re within throwing distance now.  The new room will put them well into the invasion of my personal space.  One of the guys is pretty calm and quiet.   The other, however, is like the little brother I never wanted.  A giant pain in the ass.

He’s already threatened to go on a chili diet and munch on onions for a snack.  His music choice is heavy metal and musicals and his form of entertainment is torturing me.  I’m wondering who I pissed off at this company to have been placed in this situation.

So, I’ll have to combat the invasion of the males with lots of potpourri, flowers, and pictures of my daughter, puppies and kittens.  And if that doesn’t make them squirm, I’ll play my Whitney Houston/Celine Dion song list.