Hot Thoughts

Hot Pocket du jour: Garlic Chicken White Pizza

Some people may enjoy sampling a wine or trying a new coffee. Not me, I get a thrill from a new Hot Pocket. It may be a testament to how boring my life gets at times but that’s neither here nor there. Maybe it’s just the enjoyment of spending less than a dollar for a lunch that doesn’t even include a Ramen cup. It’s the little things, right?

I’m settling in pretty well at my new job. Though I’m still spending way too much time trying to get as much done as possible without taking a breather – it’s doing me no good – there’s always more. Always another person quitting, getting sick, forgetting their sister is getting married this week or getting fired for sleeping on the job – on day shift. I’m trying to remind myself I can only do so much while I’m here and based on that I’m doing well. Trying to build some trust with the employees and survive the erraticness of one of my case managers.

I’ve even been contemplating doing direct care here prn, though it might be a little too much of one place so I’m still thinking it through. I wouldn’t have a problem going to a few of our problem houses – which would probably mean they’d never stop asking. We’ll see.

xoxo

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Aren’t those the cutest candy hearts?  Too bad they all taste like TUMS to me.  I’ve been bitten with the baking bug – finally, haven’t made a thing beyond microwave popcorn in months -  I’m off in search of cute hearts. 

Hope your heart and toes are warm on this snowy Saturday.

Spring Fever

The toad has come out her hibernation for a few days, jumped around a lot, ate a few crickets and has gone back to sleep – it still surprises me she’s not male.  We’ve also proven our suspicions - even with her bumpy skin & toad-like appearance, Topaz is a Gray Tree Frog.  She’s got the pipes to prove it when the mood strikes or the cat is sleeping nearby and lets out a shrill chirp.

 

I think the kid is more attached to the toad (see now I can’t stop saying it) than the fur creatures, he remembers to change her water even when she’s in the deep sleep.  I wish he’d remember to change his clothes or brush his hair as well as he keeps up with her.

 

Mea Culpa

I’ve been a terrible Relayer.  I missed not only a captain’s meeting but a committee meeting this week (Go Team D!).  I hang my head in shame and claim stress with so many other things the idea of sitting in 2 hours of meetings just didn’t appeal.

To make up for it I need to do some kick-a preparation for the next one.  I also need to come up with an entertainment suggestionl, with no chair this year we’re all supposed to come up with some.  Yikes, I don’t know very many entertainers, I don’t think Myspace counts ha. 

We didn’t get paid on time at the new job.  Something I didn’t really take into account when considering the job – we’re run by funding.  Though my feelings are that you never miss a payroll – your employees are your livelihood and you don’t want to lose them whatever it takes to scrap by.  Since this happened a few months ago, it doesn’t bode well.  That few extra days to wait for pay – not a good thing for so many employees and my head was pounding hearing about it.

But I think throwing myself into Relay will be a really good thing this year – just what I need to focus on something positive when I feel so all over the place.  Though it’s a good thing I signed up really early and couldn’t back out.

Octo-mom.

I know, I too tried to keep an open mind about the above.  But as a single mother of one, I cannot imagine doing it x14.  On purpose.  Wow.  Also knowing you’ll never move out of your parents’ basement – ugh.  I’m looking forward to seeing her interview with Ann Curry.  Though I wish she didn’t resemble Angelina so much, it’s creepy.