Hope the Anticipation Didn't Kill Anyone

Ok, the news you've all been waiting for!!! Get ready...

I'm not pregnant!

At least, I think the chances are extremely small by now. Got yet another negative test result on Saturday. I called the doctor first thing this morning and made an appointment for Thursday. Actually, it's a nurse practitioner. The doctor I wanted couldn't see me until late April, and the other doctor I tried to call couldn't see me for about a month. So I guess this nurse lady will check me out and make sure that I haven't gone through menopause at the age of 24. Wouldn't that be just my luck?

In other (yet related) news, my husband and I still want to try to have a kid this year. But don't worry Spiffy, I couldn't possibly be more than 6 months pregnant at the time of your wedding now! That's not quite as fat as 7 months. My husband is the one who really wants to aim for this year. Why, you ask? Because of the tax credit. How awful is that?! Actually, he says that next year is fine, too. He's not quite as bad as I make him out to sound (most of the time).

Well, that's all for now. I have to get to work, considering I did next to nothing last week. I was going through a crisis, though! Shouldn't that count for something? (yeah, right)

Damn Alarm Clock

Absolutely no new news yet again, besides the fact that IT'S FRIDAY!!!! I am so looking forward to getting some sleep. I woke up really groggy and confused this morning, which I attribute to my alarm clock waking me up from a solid sleep. I was dreaming that one of my cats was swimming, and he sure seemed to be enjoying himself. He kept poking his little nose up from under the water when he wanted to breathe. Weird. Anyway, so I don't think I actually woke up fully until I got in the shower. We all have days like that, I'm sure.

I'll let you all know what the preggo test says tomorrow. I'm still expecting negative, but who knows? I'm trying not to get my hopes up either way. Que sera sera and all that.

No News is Good News?

Well, not much new news today except for my boss is back in the office. I'll probably talk to him sometime today to get my "orders." I don't think that he's in that good of a mood...he was gone in the first place because his sister-in-law died (suicide, I believe). He's normally a very friendly, fatherly sort of guy, but today when I said good morning and asked how he was he just said, "fine" and looked back to his computer. So I maybe will steer clear for a while and let him get back into the swing of things.

No new news on the am I/am I not? front either. Any signs that I have experienced over the last week of pregnancy or PMS (the symptoms are nearly identical) have completely disappeared. I'm fit as as fiddle physically, but still frustruated and confused psychologically. I almost gave in and took another pregnancy test this morning, but I will wait until Saturday morning. I'm pretty sure that it will be negative. I just wish I knew why things are going the way they are, then. At least the week is winding down. Weekends make me happy!

No Relief in Sight

Well, I tell you what, babies have been all over the news lately. And not really in good ways. There was another incident of a pregnant woman being murdered (along with her 7 year old son), and case of a 10 month old girl having her SECOND HEAD surgically removed. Apparently it's one of the most rare birth defects - a conjoined twin attached at the head that does not fully form. So this "second head" could blink and smile, but was not capable of independent life. I don't know how I feel about the whole thing, other than creeped out.

I really need to get to work...I have done embarrassingly little for the last 2 days. There are 2 reasons behind this. The first is that my boss unexpectedly had to travel to New Orleans, so he hasn't been in all week. This is unfortunate, because I really needed to meet with him so that he could give me some stuff to do. I already did the stuff he asked me to do last time we had a meeting. So I'm just doing piddly busywork right now, for the most part. The second reason is that I have been so freaked out about this late period stuff that I have been researching female issues quite extensively. For example, did you know that there are a few women in this world who didn't test positive on a home pregnancy test until they were 3 months pregnant? And did you know that there are some more women in this world who got a negative on the blood pregnancy test they give you at the doctor's office, but still ended up being pregnant? Dude, not cool.

Finally, an update on my situation. Still no sign of Aunt Flo. Now 9 days late and counting. I thought that maybe things were starting up yesterday afternoon, but it turned out to be nothing. The low level cramping/tightness that I have felt in my abdomen over the last few days had gotten a little worse, and there was another sign or two that I won't gross you out with, but things are back to "normal" now. One thing that makes me nervous is that last night I was nauseaus for a bit, and this morning I wasn't feeling 100% either. So, if I'm not pregnant, infection maybe? Either way, we're talking about uncomfortableness for me. Sigh.

STILL TOO MUCH INFORMATION

Well, I guess God must just be playing a cruel joke on me. I took another pregnancy test last night, and it was negative. Still no sign of Aunt Flo, though. I am now 8 days late and counting. Yesterday my husband went from the theory of "you must be pregnant if you're this late" (before I took the test) to "you're just worrying too much about it" (after I took the test). I guess I have heard of women stressing out so much that they delay the onset of their periods, but I hate to think that my f***ed up mind has that much control over the chemical and biological operations of my body! I'm trying not to worry too much about it. I'm not calling the doctor unless nothing has happened by Monday (2 weeks late). I figure that if on Saturday (12 days late) nothing has happened then I will take the last pregnancy test that I have. But I can't imagine it would be positive. Unlike yesterday, when I actually thought I might see 2 little lines on the damn test instead of just the one.

I did become more aware of something yesterday, though, that I had only suspected previously. I want to have a baby. The thought of a pregnancy has been terrifying, but apparently not for the reasons that I had imagined. I thought that maybe I wasn't ready for motherhood, that I doubted my and my husband's ability to provide for and take care of a baby. But then, after inpatiently waiting the 3 minutes for the test to be finished, I was more than a little upset at the negative result. I think that the scary part of being pregnant is the unknown...will the baby be ok, am I taking care of myself properly, exactly how bad will labor be, will I be a good parent? I believe that my husband and I, though inexperienced and lacking large amounts of money, would be good parents. So, basically, we've decided to start trying to conceive. That is, of course, assuming that my whole cycle normalizes and I can actually become pregnant.

So, here we go! And you all get to come along for the ride.

WARNING: TOO MUCH INFORMATION! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

I realize that people don't necessarily want to read about bodily functions, but I figure that since the only person who is reading this on any kind of regular basis is Spiffy, I'll go ahead and get some stuff off my chest.

Today marks the one week anniversary of the day that I was supposed to recieve my monthly miracle. That's the most delicate (and false) way of putting it that I could think of. Another way would be, I am one week late. And all you ladies out there know what I'm saying. Now, there are a few reasons why this should not overly concern me. For example, my husband and I are not trying to have a child, so we do take some precautions (i.e. he always uses something but I am not on birth control). Also, we are tired, busy people and have been together for over 3 years, so we are not sex crazy fiends who go at it every day (more like once a week). And, I started getting worried 2 days ago, so I took a pregnancy test. It was negative. On the other hand, there are some reasons why this does concern me. For example, I have never, to the best of my knowledge, been more than 4 days late. I also am no pregnancy test expert, so it is entirely possible that I may have done something wrong. Also, I have been reading up on the subject (non-stop), and false negatives on pregnancy tests are not nearly as rare as I would like them to be. And, if I'm not pregnant, what gives? What kind of terrible disease do I have that would cause me to be late like this? Am I going to die?

Ok, got that out of my system. It's not like it would be a huge deal if I was pregnant. My husband and I had planned on trying this summer, anyway. It's just that this would be my first child, and I have what I suppose are all the normal concerns. Also, on the flip side, what if I am just not very regular? What would this mean for my chances of getting pregnant later when I want to? And again, if I am pregnant, what am I going to look like in my strapless red bridesmaid dress at Spiffy's wedding? A quick calculation tells me that I would be 7 months along by August. It would not be a pretty picture!

Ok, well I actually feel a little better. I'd hoped that I would after spilling my guts! Stay tuned to see if I will be a mother, or if God is just playing a cruel joke on me. Either way, it's bound to be interesting reading.

Thank Goodness I Quit Smoking

Well, last night we finally bought our new mattress. It is a Simmons Beautyrest that should be delivered on March 1st. I'm looking forward to it because the salesman said that the coils are made in a way that, when one person moves around, the other will barely feel it. Now I will not be woken up when my husband (who is no lightweight) tosses and turns. Unless he throws an elbow.

Today has been a rather unfortunate day for SUVs and their drivers, I'm thinking. On my way to work I drive a few miles down Riverside Drive which, as the name suggests, runs along the St. Joseph River here in South Bend. At one point there is the river to my right, and a pond down a hill on my left. Last night we got a couple inches of lake effect snow (again), so while the roads weren't completely covered, they were slightly slick in spots. Anyway, as I was driving up to the area I mentioned earlier, I noticed a few cars alongside the road on the pond side. As I passed, I happened to glance that way. Somebody had apparently decided that the pond looked particulary lovely with the newfallen snow, and had decided to go take a closer look. I didn't notice a hole in the guardrail, but the SUV had gotten past it somehow! A little further down the road I passed an ambulance going the opposite direction, so hopefully everyone was ok. Also, I read a rather interesting article a few minutes ago about a man driving yet another SUV who had apparently tried to throw his cigarette out the window, but didn't quite make it. It immediately sent the car up in a ball of flames, burning it down to its frame. The man escaped, luckily for him, with only a bit of singed hair. This article was particulary terrifying to me because, back when I used to be a smoker, I had a cigarrette or two come back at me when I tried to throw them out the window. I have a few small holes in the upholstery. See, everybody, cigarrettes are out to kill you by whatever means possible!

Well, back to work, but before I go I have one last thing to say. It's Friday!!! Yes!!!!!

Mommy and Daddy Won't Quit Yelling

Well, I have nothing much to say today. The EHS Committee meeting actually went very smoothly yesterday. There was no arguing, and we actually got quite a bit accomplished. Yay for us!

I don't get this whole thing about business arguing. My definition of professional behavior does not include accusations and raised voices. Don't people have enough of that in their personal lives? I wasn't even going to mention it again but, as I type, there is a meeting going on outside my office in which there are a bunch of egotistical maniacs (i.e. men) battling it out over something or other. They aren't yelling or anything, but one guy is telling another couple of guys how they screwed something up and have to do it over. Why can't he just say, "Ok, guys, there seems to be a problem here. Why don't you tell me why you did this the way that you did, and then we'll decide if it needs to be fixed." Or something like that. Why does it have to be, "I'm not sure you guys know what you were doing the first time, because this has to be redone." That only makes people defensive, and it's not easy to work with people once you've gotten them all defensive (unless you're Spiffy Tiffy and you're wearing down the witnesses). Anyway, that's all I have to say about this particular subject.

I'm going to drive over to our other facility now (~10 miles away) and check their showers and eyewashes. Then I'm going to drive back here and work on the report that I need to submit to the lab directors about the safety and health inspection that the EHS Committee conducted yesterday. We found some minor safety and health issues, so I'm going to tell the lab folks how they've screwed up and what they need to do to fix it.

Pulling My Hair Out

Well, I've just about had it with the EHS Committee! As the EHS Manager, I have the distinct misfortune of being the "chairman". This committee was formed a few months after I started working here, for 2 reasons. The first one is because our workers' comp. insurance requires us to have a safety committee. The second one is because my boss thought it would be a good idea. Which is true. He asked how many members I wanted on the committee, and I told him that I wanted a representative from every department. He then proceeded to pick members, due to the fact that I hadn't really gotten to know everybody that well yet.

Right away the QA representative began to be a problem, due to the fact that she only shows up to half of the meetings (There are only 6 members, including myself). This is because QA is both our smallest and one of our busiest departments. Our Tech. Service (TS) committee representative thinks that this is unacceptable, and that QA is not making the committee the priority that it should be. These 2 members spent about a half hour during the last meeting going back and forth with each other about this issue. The meeting ended with the QA representative crying and saying that she wasn't coming back. In her defense, she is pregnant. It was still highly unprofessional, though. Well, most people blamed the meeting's lack of productiveness on the jerkiness of the TS representative (who does have a tendency to be a bit of a prick). One, however, blamed my lack of leadership. This happened to be the Human Resource Administrator, who proceeded to share her opinion with my boss. He wasn't mad, but has asked to sit in on the next few meetings. Since this happened (last month), the QA rep has settled down and agreed to return to the committee, the TS rep has received a talking-to by both me and his boss and has agreed to tone down the aggression, and the production representative has been fired due to committing 2 major safety violations in the last couple months (oh, the irony).

Now, this afternoon we will be having another meeting. My boss cannot attend due to a doctor's appointment. Our QA representative is out sick, so an alternate will be attending. This will leave 1 person in QA, because there is another guy out of the state. Our new production representative will be coming, I think, even though that will only leave 2 people in his department (one of them on restricted duty due to a back injury). I'm getting so I just do not even want to deal with any of them. I can't act like I'm sick and tired of it, though, or my next review will have a big "needs improvement" checked under attitude and works well with others. That is why I just poured out the whole thing on this blog, even though nobody will probably read it and/or care. I had to vent!!

We're Cooler Than You Thought

Well, Valentine's Day if over. I ended up buying my husband a good sized box of chocolates on my way home from work. He gets home after I do, so everything turned out fine. We went to Hoolihan's for dinner, and then did a little bit of mattress shopping. And, no, there is no double entendre there (sigh). Our mattress is some cheapo piece of crap that we got when we first moved in together. We don't have a whole lot of money these days, but back then we were dirt-poor. So, anyway, he's had trouble sleeping on it lately, so we're looking for a softer one where the springs don't poke you when you try to turn over.

I was glancing at the news this morning, and came across an interesting article. Apparently, the midwest has the highest rate of binge drinking in the nation! Thank you, thank you. I had my moments in college, that's for sure. I'd like to think that I upheld my end of the bargain as a life-long resident of the midwest/Great Lakes region. The article also confirms another suspicion that I have had for a long time. Mormons are boring (no offense...they're probably better people for it).

Well, the enzyme safety program that I wrote Friday and yesterday is done, but my boss would like me to add a section on spill clean-up. Better get crackin'!

Pop-up Cards are Cool

Know that song "Rainy Days and Mondays" by the Carpenters? Well, today is Monday and it is rainy! Hate it when that happens. I guess it could be worse, though. It could be snowy. I'm actually not in too bad of a mood, because when I got to my office this morning there was a little box of chocolates and a bag of candy hearts waiting for me! Gotta love Valentine's Day.

Actually, I feel a little guilty. I didn't think that my husband and I were going to do gifts this year. Last night when I walked in the bedroom to go to bed, though, there was a card and gift bag sitting by my pillow. He had gotten me a little diamond heart pendant and one of those fancy pop-up cards! I got him a card (not even a pop-up), but nothing else. He doesn't know that yet, though, so I guess I'll have to stop by the store on my way home and get him some chocolate or something. Should I feel like a heel, or is Valentine's Day more for men to buy women gifts? And when he said, "Do you just want to go out to dinner for Valentine's Day?," should I have known better? Maybe next year I'll do better. I've only been married a year, people! I need time!

Well, back to the 'ol grindstone. They say that time goes faster as you get older, and I have noticed that it seems to be true. Especially weekends, damn it.

I'm Choking - Push my Belly Button!

It's Friday!!! Yes!!!! Ok, got that out of my system.

Right now I am waiting for the Red Cross lady to get done with the training that she is giving at the International Sales Meeting. The Sales Director came into my office last week and asked if I could help set up some safety presentation for today. I told him that I really didn't have anything other than the rather dull powerpoint presentations that I use for hazard communication, lockout/tagout, etc. training. That wasn't what he had in mind, so I called the Red Cross and set up a general first-aid training presentation. She's in there right now, teaching them how to perform the Heimlich Maneuver and stop heavy bleeding. I am a first responder at my company, so I have already been first aid and CPR certified. I'll have to go through the CPR again this summer (you need to get recertified annually), so I'm sitting today's session out. I have to be ready when she's done so I can show her how to get out of the building, though. It's only polite.

My husband asked me yesterday if I just wanted to go out to dinner for Valentine's Day. Our 1st anniversary was on January 10th, so I think he's trying to get out of getting me another romantic (and expensive) gift. I understand that, so dinner is fine. I haven't picked a place yet, though, and the fancy restaurants in town are filling up fast, so I better decide. We'll probably just go to Carraba's, Papa Vino's or Olive Garden. Italian food just seems to be the best for romantic occasions! You certainly don't want to go with Mexican food. Yikes.

Well, time to continue work on my enzyme (what we manufacture) safety program. I'm done with contractor safety. Talk to you all on the flip side!

Bunch of Alkies!

A new day is dawning, arise from your sleep and all that. Boy, did my coworkers and I have a blast at the dinner party last night! First of all, I work with a bunch of borderline alcoholics. Ok, not really, but you know what I mean. They like to drink, they like to drink a lot at a time, and they like to drink as often as they can get away with. The party was at 6:00 and we all get off work at 5:00, so most of us just decided to hang around the office until about 5:40. I went back to the finance department at one point, and a bunch of ladies were sitting around in an office, eating pretzels and drinking beer and wine. This would usually not be allowed (obviously), but we are a privately owned company and the president and vice president (husband and wife) said it was fine. Then, at the party, there was more alcohol to drink than anything else. It was a party for our international sales people, so we had all these Europeans coming in with their own bottles of wine. I was very good, for a change. I had half a glass of Merlot and the rest of the time I drank coke (hold the rum). My husband didn't believe me when I told him, but it's true! I was being as good as I get for Ash Wednesday. I had a small serving of vegetarian lasagna, a small serving of salad, and a little roll. And then the smallest piece of cheesecake that I could find. I wasn't going to have any, but it was turtle cheesecake and who can resist that? I done good, as they say. This morning at the coffee pot I ran into the guy that probably drank the most last night. I asked how he was and he said, "wonderful, thank you," so all's well that ends well.

Slip, Slide and Away!

Ash Wednesday is here, and so begins another season of Lent. I think that this will be the first Ash Wednesday on which I do not go to church. I work 8-5, and there is a work-related dinner tonight that I am attending. Not good reasons to miss church, I realize, but to compensate I've decided to attend Stations of the Cross on all the Fridays of Lent. I don't know if I will be giving anything up...maybe my morning coffee? Yikes! I'll think of something.

My secret has been revealed at work...a coworker of mine happened to be behind me during the last couple minutes of my drive in this morning. I believe his exact words were "You drive like a madman!" I don't think that's really true...I just get irritated when people turn on their signals 10 feet before they want to turn and then hit the brakes. I may have been following a bit too close, and I may have swerved a bit recklessly (after checking my mirrors, of course) into the other lane to get around the person who was turning, but I didn't hit anyone! And then I may have slid around quite a bit while pulling into the unplowed parking lot (we got a couple inches of snow last night), but most of that was on purpose. I've never been in an accident, except for 2 very minor fender benders a few years ago for which the police weren't even called. I've never even gotten a speeding ticket. Just one for not making a complete stop at a sign, once, which I think was suspicious anyway. That cop had been on my tail just waiting for me to do something wrong! My driving is fine.

I got a call from a friend of mine last night that I rarely get to talk to anymore. I've known her since 1st grade - almost 20 years - but we haven't been in regular contact since highschool. Turns out she's getting married in May. I knew that she was getting married, but I didn't know it was so soon! She would like me to sing a song at the wedding (something that I do from time-to-time), but the wedding happens to be 3.5-4 hours away. This isn't a big deal, but it also happens to be occuring the day before I am flying out for a business trip to Anaheim. And no, it does not involve roller coasters or oversized mice. I didn't tell her yes or no, yet, so we'll see. I'd feel really, really bad about not going, so my guilt may win over my common sense.

Well, I've rambled on again. Off to work I go (hi-ho?)!

Work, Work and More Work

Good morning! The sun is shining and the birds are chirping. Actually, it's cloudy, misty, and the only birds you hear these days are geese and crows, but I'm trying to remain positive.

Just got out of a meeting with the boss...have a list of things to do that will keep me busy for a while. And there's plenty more where that came from! One of my company's goals this year is to pass a big quality audit that a lot of companies require you to pass before they will buy your products. We are a very small (~50 employees) company and, let me tell you, there is a ton of work to do before we will pass this thing. Not that we don't pay attention to quality regulations (we have to regularly pass FDA inspections), but there are a lot of procedures that need to be documented, internal audits that need to take place, etc. Now, if you have paid attention to my previous posts, you will realize that I am the safety manager. So, I know very little about the product quality side of business. The way my company's organization chart is set up, however, places me in the production department. Therefore...guess who gets to learn a bunch of new stuff! Lucky me.

I guess I had better get started on incorporating basic cGMP training into the contractor/visitor safety program. That, at least, I can handle. The real fun will be Crisis Management. Hope they don't find out about the time the tornado sirens went off and I ran frantically around the apartment to gather my cats before taking shelter in the bathroom. On the second floor. While my husband stood by the bedroom window, staring at the sky. We'll have to work on that.

Here we go Again

Ahhh, Monday morning. Just smell that coffee brewing across the building. I very rarely drink coffee on the weekends, though I do have one of those little 4-cup coffee makers at home, but as soon as I walk into work in the mornings I always head right for the coffee pot. Seems necessary, somehow.

My weekend went pretty well. On Saturday night, my husband and I went out with some people to a comedy club called "The Funnybone." They had some hilarious comedians performing, and I drank way too much beer, so it was a fun time. I had a headache all day yesterday, but it was worth it.

Yesterday morning I was getting out of the shower when my husband came in and announced that his parents had just called, and they were going to be stopping by in about an hour and a half. Yikes! We immediately began to clean like we were obsessive compulsive, and I have to say that the place looked pretty nice by the time the in-laws showed up. They stayed for only a short time...his father was on his way to Detroit for business. We went out to Logan's for lunch, which was excellent. I have a thing for their rolls.

I got my grocery shopping done as well, yesterday. I always have a great sense of achievement when I unload everything and have a full refrigerator again! I waited for the Super Bowl to kick-off before I left...a genius idea on my part. I've never gotten through the store faster! I was home before the second quarter started so I watched that, the half-time show, the third quarter, and then I fell asleep. I woke up briefly to find out who won, and caught them naming the MVP. Then, since I really don't give a rat's hind-quarters about New England or Philly, I went back to sleep. I was woken up briefly, again, by the sound of one of the cats puking in the hall (we have 2, Toby and Tucker), but decided that I would take care of it in the morning. So, it was truly a fitting start for a Monday.

Ok, well back to work again! My coffee is getting cold.

Smell that Country Air

Friday!! Yes, I am going to cheer on this blog each and every time Friday rolls around. I live for weekends, really and truly.

I noticed on the weather channel this morning (I always have to check out the local forecast before I leave the apartment) that we had a dense fog advisory. A lot of schools in the area have been on 2 hour delays for the last few days because of fog. It has something to do with the fact that we have had no wind or precipitation to speak of this week, so the air is very stagnant and the quality is at the unhealthy level. I had yet to see any actual fog until this morning, though. It was really bad in spots...couldn't see the stoplights until you were right under them, almost! I live very close to the downtown area of South Bend, but I work on the western edge, where there are a lot of fields and I-80. All I could smell when I got out of my car was diesal fuel. Reminded me of downtown Chicago (the biggest city that I have ever been in, sadly) or something. It's supposed to rain on Sunday, so we'll see if things start to look a little clearer and smell a little better then.

Has anyone been reading Cathy (the comic strip) lately? She and Irving are finally getting hitched! I've enjoyed watching the preparations and reflecting back on my own wedding last year. I also start to think about Spiffy Tiffy's wedding coming up this year. I'm a bridesmaid, and so excited because my own wedding is the only one that I've actually ever been in. I might have to lose a few pounds so that I don't look quite so stuffed into my cute strapless red dress, but that's ok!

Anyway, back to work. I have been alphabatizing MSDSs (if you don't know what those are, consider yourself lucky) for ages, and I'm finally seeing light at the end of the tunnel. Once I get them all organized, we're going to scan them and put them on our company server. All 1100 of them! I have a headache.

Tridents and Furry Tractors

Thursday morning and the weekend is almost here! There just may be a God, afterall.

I'm tired again, but this time it is just as much my fault as my poor husband's. He turned on a movie last night at 9:00, which I didn't have to watch. I did anyway, though, just 'cause I thought it might be funny. This was quite possibly the dumbest movie I had ever seen, but I had to admit that I laughed my ass off a few times. It was "The Anchorman" with Will Farrell. Now, I am a Will Farrell (and I have no idea if I'm spelling his last name right) fan because I thought that he was hilarious on SNL. However, if you watch "Old School", "The Elf" and "The Anchorman," add a few old SNL sketches and consider the fact that Will and his wife named their son Magnus, you can only come to one conclusion. There is something wrong with that man. Really, the funniest moments were provided by the retarded guy. My husband loved the discussion after the news team gang fight when he said something to the effect of "There was a guy on fire, horses, and I killed a man with a trident." He laughed 'till he cried and he doesn't do that often. I enjoyed the part where he was riding the bear and he said, "Look, I'm riding a furry tractor!" That was great. The rest of the movie, though? Seriously, dumb.

Ok, well I better get to work. The maintenance guy and I have to do our weekly flushing of the emergency shower in the lab. I think a weekly flushing is overkill, but whatever. Talk to you all (if anyone actually reads this stuff) later!

Tired and a Little Angry

It's Wednesday morning! Almost half the week has gone by, thank goodness, but I am already tired enough for it to be Friday afternoon. Why, you ask? Well, there are probably a number of factors involved, but I like to mainly blame my husband. Hey, that's what he's there for, right?

I realized when I married him that he is a bit of a TV addict, but then I figured that just about every man I have ever met is, to some extent, a TV addict. Anyway, so what's going on is that I cannot get my husband to turn the television off at night until at least 11:00pm. I have to get up just after 6:00am, so this ticks me off a bit. Last night, like so many nights before, I tried to get him to turn it off at 10:00. I told him that there are 2 other TVs in the apartment, and therefore he should go somewhere other than the bedroom. He proceeded to tell me that there was another bed and a couch in the apartment, and that if I was having trouble sleeping with the TV on then I should utilize one or the other. I said that this was not right, and that sleeping should take priority over television watching. When he still wouldn't turn off the TV, I got angry. Then he said I had an anger problem. I'll show him an anger problem! I love my husband very much, but come on! Anyway, I just felt like venting.

Other than being tired, I'm actually doing pretty well. I'm still not 100% better after my bout with the flu, but I'm getting there. In the next few days I'm hoping that my cough will go away. I think I'm done venting for now...better get to work!

Hello One and All

Ok, so I am totally starting this blog just because my pal (Spiffy Tiffy) has one. I don't normally have a lot of interesting things to say (I'm told), although I love to share the gory details of my life with those willing to listen - and sometimes those who aren't.

At this moment I am at work, where I am violating several different rules about the use of company time and resources. I say to heck with it, though, because we were once forced to sit through a (SATURDAY MORNING!!) seminar on productivity. In this seminar, the instructor told us how no human is capable of being productive 100% of the time. Like me, for example. I'm running at perhaps 50% and seem to get by just fine!

My official title is EHS Manager, but it is rather a deceptive title as I do not actually manage anyone. I manage EHS, I guess, in that I get to make up safety rules and such. And then I get to hold mandatory training sessions based upon these rules. Sometimes I am not the most popular person at work, but that's ok. I like me and my boss likes me, and that's really all that matters!

Ok, well that's probably enough for now. I look forward to my blogging experience. Maybe sometime later I will have something a little more important to say...