Think of it this way…

RE: bad days.

        Before you get all ornery and junk, just remember, it really could be worse!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My so called office life

blinking cursor night.   Monday was pretty much like all the other mondays except I didn’t go thru burger king drive through. 

 I didn’t have a coke for breakfast. 

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 ” one study discovered that drinking one or more soft drinks a day — and it didn’t matter whether it was diet or regular — led to a 30% greater chance of weight gain around the belly.
” Doctor Maoshing Ni, health.yahoo.com

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 I sat at my desk having had 3 hours sleep last night again.  Sleep comes at a high price in my house between Doug snoring and now Big A having a severe earache/throat virus.  She woke up at 4 a.m crying  and asking for medicine.   She also stayed home from school.

  I sat at my desk looking down at my little cup of cottage cheese, and enjoying my apple, and then thoroughly loving my ice water all day.   (not, but lets just say I did)  

  I reminded myself that I don’t want any of that weight back on me that I lost.

   My body did kind of a tantrum thing where it gave me a caffeine withdrawl headache and then I was as irritable as ______________(you fill in the blank, I’m at a loss of words right now, and be creative) 

My co-worker talked to herself the whole day.  srsly.  I thought she was losing her mind for a second, but then I didn’t factor in the air system at work blowing out non stop rushing air at the speed of sound, on top of us no less, and we didn’t know how much dust and yuk was in that air, so  after awhile, the air velocity took it’s toll on me. 

  

by the time we called in a work order, it was already time to go home.  I slept and slept until 7 p.m. I was grateful to hear relative silence, but then I had big A on my ass again about the football game.  (dang that gurl is stubborn)     I will take the air blower at work over Big A’s screeching, anyday. 

  My sugar baby was there for me after work.  She always is:

   Tried and true, and flea-less  her, she and I are buddies to the core.  

  Big A and Doug, went to her doctor appointment in the morning and big A has a virus. 

 She has laryngitis and sounds something like she smoked a whole pack of  filter less cigarrettes.

  We went through this whole deal today where she called me no less than 8 times at work today, begging me to go to her friend’s basketball game after school.

   Well, we have had a rule since the beginning of the “A’s” days: 

 no school?  , no after school activities! 

If you’re sick enough to stay home, you don’t suddenly get well at the end of the school day, well enough to hang out.

   So big A calls with the same schtick all day:

Me: Personnel, [sweetiegirlz speaking] may I help you?

Her: Mom.  Can I pllllleeeeeeaaaaassssseee go to the game?

Me: No.

 There are as many variables on this conversation as I can think of.  Big A will make the ultimate CEO of a corporation or power lawyer one day.

  She promised me everything but her first born child to go to that game, but i stuck to my guns.  NO. 

  Eventually I got bored playing and tired of hearing my co-worker chuckling,

so I referred

her to Doug’s WORK number.

 I know. I know…she probably didn’t even know she had a dad.  It was a groundbreaking day for all of us.  

Thank God for Excedrin migraine strength.