Sunday, September 27, 2009

Brain Surgeon


Double nickels is simply the new 30 with 25 years experience.

Also, the Centers for Disease Control says that if you were born before 1956 you will likely have previously developed an immunity to the swine flu. I am here to point out any and all silver linings. You can thank me later.

Today is my sister the Brain Surgeon's birthday. Please join me in wishing her happiness today and ALL days.

Happy Birthday Sis! Let the hot flashes die down and the fun times roll!


Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Unexpected Demolition

Can't a girl just lean on the wall of her shower without all hell and tiles breaking loose?

Apparently not.


This is what I was confronted with at O-dark-thirty this very morning.

Not the best way to start the day. On the plus side, I found out rather quickly that my adrenal glands are in proper working order. No caffeine was needed to jump start this day. On the negative side, this annihilation could not have come at a worse time.

I might have to pull a Scarlett O’Hara; “Fiddle- dee-dee.” Calgon take me away? Not in this mess.

Thank goodness I have another functional shower

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

As the Stomach Turns

We have 3 family birthdays and a wedding anniversary that are within 10 days of each other: BIL #2, BS, mine and my parent’s wedding anniversary. This year the Rents are out of the country visiting the homeland so we won’t be making arrangements around their schedule. Birth order plays heavily in my family, it gives us structure. Although all of us are adults, we should be used to it by now.

My younger sister, Professor Countessa (PC) is very much into scheduling every second of her day. Me not so much, I am more a go with the flow kind of gal. My older sister, Brain Surgeon (BS), works the hardest and with the weirdest schedule. Her time off is precious so also not very much into scheduling her free time way in advance.

This brings me to an exhaustive round of emails that took place earlier this week. PC sent out an e-mail asking the group where and when we’d like to schedule the group birthday dinner. Again, knowing that we usually have to schedule these things around BS’s schedule, I waited to answer until I saw her response. Because PC needs instant gratification, she over utilizes the e-mail function to a point where we start ignoring all of it. This year was no different.

The long and short of it was that after we figured out when BS was available, we were asked via e-mail where we’d like to go? I answered first picking a destination equidistant to all involved. BS picked a location furthest away from the majority of the group. When I read her choice, I was shocked because her husband BIL#1 doesn’t usually like to travel more than 10 miles away from his own zip code.

PC then took all the information, and chose the location that SHE wanted the most. When she relayed the info she stated that since BS was the eldest, we were going to defer to her choice. PC then wrote one more e-mail choosing a time that suited her needs letting us know that she would take one for the team and make the reservation. Not to be outdone, BIL#1 voiced his objection to the time and BS responded by stating that the reservation needed to be made for an hour earlier than PC chose.

Soap opera scripts have less twists and turns.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Pointless Drivel


The short work weeks are painful. Add to them the useless meeting, torture.

Friday afternoon cannot get here quick enough.

So, how’s life with all of you?

Monday, September 07, 2009

Labor Day

No work today, unless you are in the hospitality or retail business. Definitely no school today but be prepared for the onslaught of extra traffic the next day and throughout the school year. The last day of white to be worn although there are many offenders, we should start a whole twitter page to list any offenses. Also the symbolic last day of summer, go to the pool, have a picnic or cookout.

My hope for this coming year is that next Labor Day our unemployment rate won’t be as high so that more of us can understand the true meaning behind the holiday. In these times it seems bitter sweet.