I am so exciting

It’s been a while, but  that’s because my life is boring.

Went to LI this past weekend.   Left my house at 6:30 am and got to LI around 9 or so.  Laid down and woke up again at 12 or so.  And that’s because the phone rang.  Needless to say, I was tired.  My parents slept that long also.    It felt good.   Went to get my hair colored and cut.   I have black hair now.  I get bored easy.

Went out to dinner with my parents, my brother and sil and her parents.  We went to Felidia’s  (this is only one review, I couldn’t find the link for the actual restaurant)


I came home Sunday.   Went food shopping and went to work today.   Was going to the gym but had some issues so I came home and walked 1.5 miles around the neighborhood.

And that’s my life.

So, since I have no life, pick a topic.   I will come up with something.  Maybe.


March 20th

I have been at my job for 7 years today.  Damn, how’d that happen.   That’s the longest I’ve ever been at one job.

But today isn’t about me.  It’s about someone more important.   One of the most important people in my life.   It’s about my daddy.   Today is his birthday.

I have the bestest dad in the world.  I know everyone says that and it’s true all the time.  If your dad is like mine, then you have your best dad in the world.

My dad is caring and loving and funny and sarcastic and has a temper and a gun.  (well, it’s in the attic and I don’t think he has bullets, but he has one)

A few months ago, I had an asthma attack at work.  I don’t have asthma but they were fixing the ceiling tiles and a bunch of dust came down and I couldn’t breathe and there were ambulances called.   Luckily my parents were babysitting the princess that day since she was sick and they were in A/C so they stayed at my sister’s so they could babysit during the day.   J called my parents and all my dad heard was ambulance.  As is normal for anyone, he panicked.   (There’s a reason, but  I am not going into in now.  I am sure I mentioned it before, if not,  just ask)   He left immediately and came to pick me up, except he missed the part that I was at work and not home.   So he went to my house.  He didn’t bring my house key and I wasn’t answering but before he broke my door (yeah, he would have) he did a stop and think and called my cell, where I proceeded to tell him I was at work.    My dad has the best sense of direction of anyone I know.  He is one of those people that says meet at the southwest corner and you’re like wha???  So when he said he knew how to get to my office from my house, I believed him.   I called him 1/2 hour later, he accidently went to Philly, which is the wrong direction.   It took him 1 hour to get to me.   He just panicked and lost his mind.   It ended up being good that he was lost, since if he had gotten there earlier, he would have seen 3 ambulances and me with an oxygen mask on and probably would have flipped out.   (again, a reason)

When he finally got there, he was so relieved that I could breathe and stuff that he just stopped.   You know,  when you can actually see a person relax.

We went back to my sister’s and I fell asleep.   Then I woke up and the Princess wanted to make sure I was ok.  But first she had to tell Grandpa that I was ok.   She walked me over to him to show him.   Apparently, he kept checking on me.  (I know I said before that when I lived at home, he checked up on me regularly when I was sick)  Then it was nap time for Princess so I laid down with her again and fell asleep some more.    While we were sleeping, my mom and dad went to my job to get my car, then take it to my house, then come back to my sisters.

The point,  my dad panics when I am sick.  Most dads panic when their kid is sick but my dad getting lost is like a normal person forgetting how to breathe.  His sense of direction is just there.

One of the reasons I’m still single is because I want someone like my dad.   Doesn’t every girl want a boy just like her daddy.

Happy birthday dad.

I was obnoxious in High School

Shelli did a meme today. I am stealing one question only

Have you ever had an argument with a teacher?
Yes. Mostly in my mouthy adolescent years. We all ended up friends in the end anyway.

A few weeks ago, I mentioned that I was in the dean’s office a lot in hs. So, I had forgotten that some people wanted to know why (at least they did) so when I saw this question at Shelli’s (who got it from Finn), I decided to share.

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I was able to get my car in my driveway. Friday we got snow. A lot of snow, ok, not a lot, but it was messy and icy and COLD. I may have mentioned a few billion times that I watch the princess on Wednesdays. This week my sister switched schedules with someone so I was going to pick her up on Friday from daycare and take her to my house. My sister was going to go out with friends and then come over. She was working Saturday so it was just as easy.

Except the weather was crap. My boss suggested I leave an hour early because she knew I had to get the kid and that the roads were bad (I should mention, I was working overtime and had come in early so I was able to leave and not lose time) and it took me 2 hours to get to her school. Normally it’s 30-60 minutes depending on traffic and if I make the lights by U Penn.

Needless to say, I slept at sisters (I had brought clothes just in case). Saturday was harsh. Getting to my car, with Princess and all the crap she needs and getting her in the car and still having to clean it off, NOT FUN plus, Satan took over her personality, and she decided she was going to make the nice Satan, EVIL Because the “real” Satan, not as horrible as a 2 year old who insists on whining ALL DAY.

We went to Best Buy, the grocery store and someplace else, I don’t remember. Then we went to my house, watched Blue’s clues, at lunch and played and played.

Did I mention, they blocked the driveways and there was a foot of ice blocking my driveway and I couldn’t pull in over it. Yeah, that was fun.

Then we went to take a nap. Well, that didn’t work, but she was so tired that she was barely able to talk, or walk or be human. (but she was still cute as all get out, cause she was cuddly and told me she loved me) so I said, let’s go to your house. We got in the car and I asked her if she wanted to listen to Hokey Pokey. She said Ho and was out like a light. Since I knew that was gonna happen, I brought a book and sat in my car and read. And when she woke up, we went in the house and played with the little boy across the hall and when sister got home, I left. I started to dig out a little but it was all ice.

Today, sister and the princess came over and we went to the mall, then left because sister couldn’t find her cell. It was at my house. Then we went to lunch, then back to my house because I couldn’t remember if I had shut my garage door (I hadn’t) then we went for a drive so someone could take a nap. While she was sleeping we went back to my house and dug some more ice up to get the driveway a little clearer. Then we were going to go food shopping but we decided to go look at a house for sale that we wanted to see the design of, then we had to go back to my house because someone was offensive so we had to stay and play. Finally we were headed to supermarket, but heard my neighbor shoveling and saw he got the foot of ice cleared so we thought we would try. He helped (thank goodness, since he had a metal shovel to chop ice) and I was able to get in my driveway again. YIPPEE So we finally made it to the supermarket, and then sister and princess went home and I collapsed.

I have to go in early tomorrow to so some more ot and then I am working late for more ot and then I have 2 classes at they gym I want to take. I will be home late (for me). I am sure I will be ready to collapse. I can’t wait.

Have a nice day.

I forgot,  I wanted to welcome  Dutchbitch to WordPress.  Welcome, enjoy your new home.    Go on, visit her.   Hew new site looks awesome.

The untilted post

I joined a gym   I did.  Really.  I joined Monday and went Tuesday and did the treadmill and machines.  Wednesday I took 2 classes and today I did the treadmill and  machines.  I plan on going 4 days a week – I am checking the class schedule to see when they have classes I want to take and going by that.   I can go to any one in the chain and they have different schedules so the one by me has Saturday classes that I want to take, so that’s good.

But I have a goal.   I have a wedding to go to in November.   I want to lose 2 dress sizes  by November 1st when I start to go shopping for it.  If I lose more, bonus, but 2 dress sizes is the goal.   I also took out my goal shirt and I am bribing myself.   1$ per pound for the first 10lbs.   2$ a pound for the 2nd 10 pounds, then 5$ a pound.   When I hit goal weight, I am buying myself something.   I don’t know what, but it will be fabulous.

I’m bored

Anyone want to go out and play.

Remember when you were  a kid and you could get away with saying you wanted to play and you needed toys.    I miss those days.   Not really but I miss being excited over every little things.

I went to pick up the princess last week. I walked into daycare and couldn’t find her.   Then I heard her –

Rachel – Rachel –  I made poopy in my diaper.

She was so excited that she pooped she needed to share it with everyone (well the fact that she did it, not the actual poop)

My parents were away last week.  My mom forgot to change the clocks before she left.   So my brother decided to go to the house with the wife and kids and do it.  And not tell them.   So they did.   Then he had my nephews lick spoons and put them in the silverware drawer.  One spoon each.   Lick and put back.    Why would you say to yourelf,    let’s go to Long Island, change all the clocks at the parents house and lick some spoons.  Who thinks like that.  My brother.

What’s great –  NE was laughing so hard he was almost on the floor and LN just kept looking at himself in the mirror.   He gets that from his other aunt (sister).

My family is weird.

Birthday wishes and Champagne dream

to the bizarre Mr. Fab.    He’s especially old to day.   I won’t tell how old (45) in case he doesn’t want anyone to know.

Go on over and say happy birthday to one of the strangest bloggers with the oddest sense of humors out there.

He was the first person to ever comment on this site, so that’s something right.  That makes him even more special in a whole different way.