Good Morning

Okay, so my alarm went off at 6 this morning, as it has most of this week so I can get to work early to prepare for vacation next week. So I wake up all happy as I was rolling out of bed and saying to myself, as I am turning off my alarm, "I don't have to wake up to an alarm for over a week!" Then reality hit not even two seconds later, and I was like "Oh, I have to wake up to an alarm tomorrow." Talk about a buzz kill at 6:30.

I hate alarms. They never go off when you want them to. You might wake up at 5:30am and be awake enough to get up, but its not time yet. You lay there and lay there watching the minutes go by. Then as soon as you are getting tired and you start to doze off, the alarm goes off. At that point you realize you will be cranky all day because your stupid alarm went off. Then there are the mornings it just goes of far too early. The alarm never takes you into consideration. I think alarms should pay more attention to their masters. We may set the alarm to 5:30am one day, but do we really want to get up that early?? But then there is the job factor. You need to be there by a certain time. Now there they go, trying to run your life by demanding this time of arrival. They are just as mean as alarm clocks.

Now I shouldn't be talking. I don't have to be at work until 9. But for the most part, I try to get there early. I like to go in, have my cup of tea, and slowly roll into it. Oh, and if my phone rings before 9:15 at work - it best be important. For some time, the same person was calling me at 8:45 EVERY morning. I finanlly got to know him well enough where I could say "George, it is 8:45, what are you doing at 8:45?" He laughed, and now he will call that early just to get a good laugh with me in the morning. SERIOUSLY though - no need to start work that eary!

Okay, now that I have blabbered enough, I have to get my butt in gear for work. I am going casual, today at 5:30 starts my vacation baby, and if you think I am staying ONE minute over - you're nuts!

Sean, Willy, Tim, and Christine - I will get a picture of Kyle not burned for ya! And I can't wait to see you all on the 29th. Oh, and my friends Mike and Kellie (my old manager and his finace) might hang with us that night. They will be "home" too!!

F'in B

Yes, that is me! As most of you know, I went to a wedding in Chicago with family this past weekend. I was wanting a relaxing weekend, at it defiantly was not anything close. I would have to say of the four nights we were there; we all had maybe 9-10 hours of sleep tops. The beds were horrible, but the company was rambunctious – and of course you became the same. We arrived in the “windy city” on Thursday night and left on Monday morning. It was family togetherness the entire trip – by Sunday I would have to say we were all getting a bit cranky! As I said, all together, catching up, staying up late, and the beds were soo bad that you couldn’t sleep when you wanted to. Any who, Saturday was the wedding. Wedding was beautiful, bride looked her best, and her sister, who has the most amazing voice, sang. I love hearing her sing, on those rare occasions that she does. The reception was at 6:30 and the dancing started around 8 and lasted until midnight. I don’t think most of us girls, including my uncle and my dad ever left that dance floor. Whenever my dad and my uncle tried, I pulled them right back out there. It was a blast. When it was time to leave, I grabbed the center piece to take to the bride’s house in the morning, and walked out to the shuttle (van) that took us back to the hotel. As I was climbing into the van I asked a groomsman to hold onto the vase and said “don’t spill it.” After I said that, he pours half of the water all over his girlfriend and tried to make it look like an accident. This girlfriend screamed, yelling “THAT F*#%ING Bitch!” I was laughing my butt off, I’m sorry, but it was hysterical, he just dumped it on her. So she proceeded to yell at me as if I poured it on her. By this point, I would have liked to pour the rest of it over her head, but I was nice and just sat there. This girlfriend is still rambling off about how I am a F#$%ing Bitch. I am not caring, just wanting her to calm down. Then she proceeded to swear at the driver telling him to F*#$ing Go, and he sat there – he was blocked in with no where to go. Then the bride and groom were walking over, and a Family friend that I was sitting with yelled at this girlfriend saying “can you stop swearing for 5 minutes, the bride in getting in and you need to behave!” The girlfriend went to speak, and my friend yelled “NO – STOP!” Once the bride and groom got in, it was like the past 5 minutes never happened, but we had a good story for the next morning. You may call me FB if you would like. I still prefer swampy or tubby – but FB works too. It is what I answered to for the rest of the weekend!