Negative Nelly

DON’T FEEL LIKE:

being nice
dieting
working
smiling
laughing
being supportive
being funny
being patient
blogging
playing Candy Crush
reading
driving
exercising
doing anything but complaining

Bill is Fifty. I am not.

It happens to the best of us.  It happens to the worst of us.

My boss turned 50 this past weekend.  I still have four more months of my forties.

 

Being the immature brats dedicated employees that we are, we threw him a little celebration yesterday.  Actually, we went pretty easy on him. There was no sign of diapers, walkers or canes.  I played it safe, as I don't want any paybacks on my day.  

Bill has been on a super duper health kick for years; he watches what he eats, exercises regularly and has even cut out most alcohol from his life.  (for shame!)  As you all know, ad nauseum, I've been trying to life a healthier lifestyle as well.  But, when someone turns 50, you just have to say what the heck, and enjoy the delicious, albeit very unhealthy snacks for snack day.

 I devoured the egg salad.  I inhaled the popcorn chicken.  And Bill did the same.  Well, maybe not the egg salad, but he joined in the carb fest!

 Bill has a slight addiction to Diet Coke, thus the Coke (Diet) Can Cake.  How cute is that?  Luckily, I was smart enough to hire someone who is very crafty and immediately put her in charge of the Party Planning Committee.  I used to do that stuff, and everyone would be quite disappointed.  She is fantastic.  Every birthday, wedding or baby is celebrated in style at our place.

The dum-dum bouquet is my favorite though.  It says, "50 Sucks."  Each individual sucker (yes, there are 50) has a saying or incident that reminded us all of Bill.  We had great fun thinking of these episodes, and once again, Lauren did a masterful job on creating it.  Here's an up close shot:

 Bill is a great guy.  I've worked for him since 1990. This means I knew him when he turned 30, I knew him when he turned 40, and I still know him as he turns 50.  Of course, since we are the same age, this means, he's known me at all those ages and all the ages in between.  I joke that my relationship with him has lasted longer than any of my marriages.

 God willing and the creek don't rise, we'll be celebrating our 60th together. 

Thanks for warming up the 50s for me big guy.

oKKKKKKKKKKKKK

I am so glad this dumbo had her baby.  I'm real tired of looking at pictures of her and her swollen belly and feet.

I can't sleep

I'm up.  I can't sleep.  Here's a list of some of the things running through my head:

What time is it?
Must remember to put Taylor's check in the bank.
Must transfer money to Taylor's account.
Bon Jour!  Bon Jour!
I need to wrap Laura's present.
Work Money Worries.
"There must be more than this provincial life!"
What's Jake up to?
Why is this cat sleeping on my head?
Do I need to pee?
Why does everyone snore at this time of the morning?  (humans and animals)
Should I just get up?
What time is it now?
I will just count backwards from 300 by 3s.
That doesn't work anymore.
Sarah says think of nothing but black.
I can't do that.
"I'm going to make Belle my wife!"
I wonder if Beauty and the Beast is playing anywhere in the country.
Would it be all kids at the show?
Rockett needs her nails trimmed.
Is it Thursday today?
What are we going to do this weekend?
Should I wear that white dress today?
I really need to invest in a full length mirror.
What time is it?
I hope Taylor gets that job.
Man, that cat is a loud snorer.
How's my streak for the cash?
Should I change my profile picture on Facebook?
I wonder if Sue liked, "Me Before You."
"with her nose stuck in a book."
I will never be able to buy a $1300 watch, nor would I.
Were those boobs fake?
I've GOT to get caught up on Breaking Bad before August 11.
I like VINE.
I'm like a baby anymore, I've got my nights and days mixed up.
That would make a good FB status.
What time is it?

My Little Wednesday Friend

I have never worked at a fast food restaurant.  I have eaten at many of them.  I personally think when I started dieting that the local Bojangles went out of business from the fact that I no longer spend huge amounts of money there. 

I digress.

I know that these places don't pay well, and that turnover is probably pretty high.  So, when I run across someone who is polite and efficient, it pleases me to no end.  I mention efficient, because the only thing I really order from these places anymore is unsweet tea.  This goes against all norms of the south, as 99.9% of patrons would order and drink sweet tea.  You can't imagine the number of times I've taken a sip only to be assaulted with all that sugary ick.  So, I greatly appreciate it when someone gets it right.

Well, there's a fine young fella in Columbia, South Carolina, who gets it right each and every Wednesday.  I commute to our Columbia office each Wednesday, and when I get off the interstate, I stop at Sonic and order up that unsweet tea to last me the day.  My friend gets it right every Wednesday.  He serves me with a smile and hands me that drink and tells me to have a good day.  And he has the biggest and best smile ever.

My drink total is $1.08, and I always give him $2.00; keep the change.   I'm sure he wonders why in the heck I do this.  (he doesn't complain, mind you, but I'm sure he wonders)  I think if I told him how much I appreciate him doing his job well that he might think I was a nutjob, so I figured it's just better to let that .92 do the talking for me.

Thanks my little Sonic Friend, for being one of the nicest parts of my week. 

Hi Everyone!

Or anyone. 

Well, I've made it through the week.  As of tomorrow, Taylor will have been gone for a week.  She is surviving, still trying to find her way in that big city on the West Coast.  I'm still trying to keep busy so I don't think too much about her being in that big city on the West Coast.

Tierra, India, JuJu and JaQuan

We celebrated Steven's 45th birthday this week.  

I went to the doctor for the 583rd time this year.  (not really, but if feels like it!)

I read another Jojo Moyes book.

 

We went to my boss's son's wedding yesterday.  

Sir snapped photos there.

I ate guacamole and/or avocados Friday, Saturday and Sunday of this weekend.

I balanced the checkbook and went to the grocery store.

I took a shower at 6 am this morning, then went back to sleep.

I had crazy dreams and made myself wake up because they were so crazy.

We watched the NC/SC Super Regional Baseball games.

I talked to Taylor a few times and giggled when she told me how cool she thought the Haight Ashbury area was.

I scratched a bug bite on my toe at 4 am three nights running.

I played some Candy Crush, chatted on Facebook and read a few blogs.

I'm trying like the dickens to keep my mind busy.

And now I'm going to start cooking my first ever roasted chicken.  

Happy Sunday and hope you're not missing anyone today!

I'll Never Be A Super Model

WHY

DO I

 

ALWAYS LOOK LIKE SUCH A DORK

 

especially IN PHOTOGRAPHS?

I couldn't smile normally or pose in a regular position if my life depended on it.