Friday Fave Five!!! (wait ... it's saturday ... my bad)

Okay. We've had a really rough week. Hubby is doing a lot better now than he was earlier in the week. Thank heaven.

So ... my Friday Fave Five this week ... things that helped me cope and feel better through hubby's crash and other problems this week. He's still my fave, I still love him, all that stuff. We're good.

1. My credit union. They're helping refi the house, then we'll sell it. That'll give us time to get it cleaned up and paint the garage door and touch up the paint throughout the house. Then we have two months of no mortgage payments, so hopefully we can sell it in that time.

2. My doctor. He isn't just taking the first answer (UTI) to be the cause of all my illness/trouble. He is sending me for an ultrasound of my abdomen and pelvis next week and took a whole bunch of blood yesterday. Which is okay I guess. I'm not pregnant, just nauseated constantly, which is being made worse by the antibiotics. Fun times. Hopefully this, too, passes and nothing else is wrong with me and hopefully nothing else is going on that will prevent me from getting pregnant soon.

3. Friends like CC and Kip. Playing last night (Friday) helped out a ton.

4. Kidlet. She's been so great and taking such good care of mommy. I had a massage Wednesday which hurt me for two days -- couldn't even drive. i'm doing better now and the muscles loosened up a TON, but when I was hurting so bad, she just patted me on the shoulders and snuggled up with me where she wouldn't hurt me and took care of me. Such a great kid.

5. My boss being understanding about me being sick. Although I'm not sure she's going to continue to let me slack, so hopefully we can sell the house in early May so I can move to part time. Oy.



So ... yeah. kip loves castles, so cc and i picked her up last night, got a bite at Carl's, and drove up to Cedar Hills to show her the castle house. It's still there, just like I remembered. cc says that's a popular thing to do now (castle elements in houses), but i just remember mocking the family who built it. poor family. and we drove by what used to be a nauseatingly pink house ... that family also got mocked and they had a hard time selling the house until they found someone who was willing to re-stucco the thing and re-do all the landscaping.

now i'm plotting munchkin's birthday party, possibly considering a trip to Farmland at Thanksgiving Point with animals and stuff ... or just doing the pool thing again. we shall see.

Thursday night, I sang a solo in a production of Women at the Well at church. It was fun. I like singing, but I usually insist on singing in a group -- this time, things were just so crazy, I didn't have time to get to the choir practices, so the sister in charge of all of the music brought me a solo. After the thing was over Thursday, she told me I need my own CD. mwahahahaha. Anyway, turns out the sisters in the choir blended really well and didn't really need me. I have this voice ... it just sort of is THERE. It is BIG, and I wouldn't have been able to blend as well with them. So it turned out for the better that I didn't do the choir. lol.

well. now i'm nauseated more and having cramps. woo. i'm gonna go cuddle munchkin, who went to a sleepover last night but didn't sleep over (she's not allowed to sleep over). The mom of her friend said she understood and was just glad i'd let her go over at all. lol.

Yay!

My boss approved my schedule change to Tues through Sat. Yeah, it'll be different and hard, but it'll also be AWESOME. No more sundays or working every day hubby is off or kidlet it home from school. Okay, so that last one is still going to happen all summer, but we're hoping to have sold the condo and be moved by June so it won't be as much of an issue if I don't get 45 hours in. SWEET!!!

I've been up for 12-1/2 hours. It's not quite 5 p.m. yet.

But, it was a good work day -- managed to work 10 hours, got about 12 hours of work done (that's 12 hours of my average lately). MUCH better than last week. Should I be able to maintain the pace the rest of the week, not only will I get to go play Friday night and have tacos, I will also have a full weekend off -- and make up for my crappy last week so my paycheck won't totally ralph.

Kidlet was even home from school all day -- and she let me work. We also had breakfast and lunch and changed the dishwasher and went for a walk AND I had a shower! Amazing what a little motivation will do for you.

Yeah. Gonna go make dinner, cuddle kidlet and hubby for a bit, and then pass out probably since I also got my monthly visitor this morning and am starting to have cramps ... woooo.

Okay, my job sucks sometimes, but at least it will *never* be this bad. Note: My boss denied emergency PTO this week for custody-related issues. I have been burnt out ever since. My job is still *not* this bad.

*****

Are you having a "jellyfish bad day"?

If you don't laugh out loud after you read this, you may be in a coma!
This is even funnier when you realize it's real! Next time you have a
bad day at work ... think of this guy:

Rob is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in Louisiana.
He performs underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs. Below is an
E-mail he sent to his sister. She then sent it to radio station 103.2
On FM dial in Ft. Wayne , Indiana , which was sponsoring a Worst Job Experience Contest. Needless to say, she won.

Hi Sis,

Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother. Last week I had a
bad day at the office. I know you've been feeling down lately at
work, so I thought I would share my dilemma with you to make you realize
it's not so bad after all. Before I can tell you what happened to me, I
first must bore you with a few technicalities of my job.

As you know, my office lies at the bottom of the sea. I wear a suit
to the office. It's a wetsuit. This time of year the water is quite cool.
So what we do to keep warm is this: We have a diesel powered
industrial water heater. This $20,000 piece of equipment sucks the water out of
the sea. It heats it to a delightful temperature. It then pumps it down to the
diver through a garden hose, which is taped to the air hose. Now this
sounds like a darn good plan, and I've used it several times with no
complaints. What I do, when I get to the bottom and start working, is
take the hose and stuff it down the back of my wetsuit. This floods
my whole suit with warm water. It's like working in a Jacuzzi.

Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my butt started to
itch. So, of course, I scratched it. This only made things worse.
Within a few seconds my butt started to burn. I pulled the hose out
from my back, but the damage was done. In agony I realized what had
happened.

The hot water machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it into my
suit. Now, since I don't have any hair on my back, the jellyfish
couldn't stick to it. However, the crack of my butt was not as fortunate.
When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding
the jellyfish into the crack of my butt.

I informed the dive supervisor of my dilemma over the communicator.
His instructions were unclear due to the fact that he, along with five
other divers, were all laughing hysterically.

Needless to say I aborted the dive. I was instructed to make three
agonizing in-water decompression stops totaling thirty-five minutes
before I could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry decompression.
When I arrived at the surface, I was wearing nothing but my brass helmet.
As I climbed out of the water, the medic, with tears of laughter running
down his face, handed me a tube of cream and told me to rub it on my
butt as soon as I got in the chamber. The cream put the fire out, but
I couldn't poop for two days because my butt was swollen shut.

So, next time you're having a bad day at work, think about how much
worse it would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your butt. Now repeat to yourself, "I love my job, I love my job, I love my job." Now whenever you have a bad day, ask yourself, is this a jellyfish bad day?

May you NEVER have a jelly fish bad day!

Happy Monday!

Oh ... hysterical. I completely forgot about the little elouai doll I made last week and the fact that I said I want my hair cut like that until this morning, when I came to my blog to post what I did this weekend ... and then I started giggling.

I dyed my hair black Saturday night. It sure got hubby's attention. He lurves it.

Okay, so I didn't cut it short. I probably won't for a LONG time cut it short, but it *is* black.

See, Friday I put my hair up to go run some errands and then looked at the back of my head in the mirror ... and saw ROOTS. Like ... the blonde and red highlights had grown out and there were ROOTS. And decided they had to go away. And thought about cutting it, but remembered hubby likes long hair (because, well, he's a man), and remembering the talk we had about WHY Polynesian men want their women to keep long hair. It's a status symbol for both man and woman if her hair is kept long. Well, my hair is past my shoulders, but I thought that he wanted me to have super duper long hair, like down to my butt long hair. So while we were at the grocery store, I brought it up and mentioned that my stylist had suggested I get extensions. He was like, "No! Your hair is the perfect length!" hehehe ... he insists he's said that before, but somehow I missed it.

Anyway. Saturday, while he was "napping" before our date, I went over to Walmart and got a box of black dye, picked up some videos, made dinner, watched Zoom with munchkin (cute show), put kiddo to bed, then dyed my hair, had a bubble bath, shaved my legs, and blowed my hair out straight ... he woke up and he was like ... "Wow, you look good." Yeah ... totally worth it.

And so many people commented on it at church -- mostly women, but my home teacher (!) said something too. He's sort of ... metrosexual ... yeah. That's a good word for him.

So, there's my weekend. Dyed my hair, wowed hubby, spent time with kiddo, went to church, and now it's Monday and I'm back to work. Again.

Zoom was good -- I really enjoy Tim Allen. And Courtney Cox was funny -- even if she did remind me of Monica, which character was my *least* favorite on Friends when I did watch it.

p.s. I think I'm going to look for a new job. Except Saturday marked my 4th anniversary and that means I now accrue nearly 7-1/2 hours of PTO every 2-week pay period. so, it's still a toss up, but i really hated last week at work.