Things I Don't want to forget
OMS has struck me again, and boy does it make me miserable. I could list a bunch of horrible/annoying things that have occurred lately, but I don’t know if I want to remember them in the future. Basically I can summarize by saying my boss sucks, ETL sucks, and my coworkers suck! I was sick Friday, and the one thing I asked be done in absence wasn’t done because Kim was too busy. She actually said I should have called her. Yes, I was puking my guts out, but I should have been psychic enough to know that my instructions to ETL were too difficult for her to follow so I should have KNOWN to call her. Yes people, she shouldn’t have called me for clarification of calling X and Y to get the details about transactions A B &C. MORONS!! Then some idiot deleted a very important on the common drive that I have to spend my time getting the help desk to recover, then I have to stick up for myself when my boss starts ridiculing for the errors on an old worksheet I created and those errors were what he had asked to be added. Damn - I ended up listing things!!
In other news… The old lady is wearing her adorable modern cat rimmed reading glasses. It is taking awhile to get used to them, as everything is very blurry when I look up from reading and use my distance vision.
Went to Boston Saturday with the hubby and the lovely stephanie. Had the best berrytini EVER at the Times Pub! It was like melted berry sorbet, and was so smooth and yummy. Then walked around Quincy Market and ended up at Kitty O’Sheas listening to GRATE music and a drinking Magner’s cider. After a while of reminiscing about the past (including duran duran of course), it was discovered that Steph had never done a shot. Tried to convince her to go with tequila, but in the end we settled on raspberry and regular kamikazes. 3 shots later and we were stumbling back to the T to head back to Newton. We ended up walking back to the hotel, which we thought was much closer than the 2 miles it turned out to be. We ended up lost in tony Newton, and steph called her hubby in seattle to do a mapquest or something. It felt nice to rest, especially for Steph who stepped weird into a hole and fell (she was showing off her battle wound the next morning). So we are lost, and I am singing Bonny Tyler, and a cop pulls up to us and gives us directions - yey!! So we begin our journey back to the hotel, going up two lights and turning left at the Gulf station, and we get a bit disoriented again. Well the same cop pulls up next to us and he knows our inebriated selves are lost again. Without us saying a word to him he says, “ Just keep going straight, you’re almost there.” How embarrassing/hilarious!!
Spent Sunday singing “Total Eclipse of the Heart”, and eating a yummy lunch at another pub. Then it was off to my parents for Father’s Day celebration. My dad LOVED his gift - some 50’s 60’s comps, chile garlic almonds from Starbucks, and a money enclosure card that joked about filling the envelope and returning it to me. My mom wasn’t too thrilled with the almond part of the gift, but I knew she wouldn’t. I then made a huge smorgasbourd of food, I was a grilling mistress - steaks for my mom and myself, turkey kielbasa for derek, beer boiled brats for my dad. I also made roasted potatoes, salad, parmesan rice and barley, and a yummy foil packet of mushrooms, peppers, onions. It covered the island in my parent’s kitchen! My mom made an awesome ice cream cake - I should make this for Marie’s 1st annual 25th b-day
Line the bottom of a springboard pan with crushed oreos or chocolate wafers with a bit of melted butter. Line the sides of the pan with sliced yodels alternating outside and inside of yodels. Do two rows around the circumference. Fill 1st layer with a carton of ice cream(make sure ice cream is soft and a bit melted. Place another layer of crushed cookies and freeze for 30 min. Take out of freezer and top with second flavor of ice cream and top with more cookies. Freeze until ready to serve.
Needless to say my weekend consumption debauchery must come to an end, and I started Body For Life yesterday. Derek is trying to do it too, which definitely makes it easier because I don’t want to let him down when he is trying so hard to do it with me.
I know its nauseating, but Derek and I are inseparable. In our 7 years together we have only spent 3 days apart. The last time I was at a bachelorette party, and he was camping with the groom to be and some of the other boyfriends of the girls with me. Both of us spent the night nauseating our companions about missing each other.
The furthest the two of are ever apart is at work, where he works in the building next to mine. We still chat on the phone throughout the day - not much has changed since that November we met in 1997. Its nice having a constant companion, its so comfortable and wonderful.
Derek is wonderful, and I don’t always communicate that to him. There is no one on this planet that I would want to spend the rest of my life with. How many people would drop me off at the door of my building and then park, just so I don’t have to worry about ETL analyzing my time? He does all the laundry, does the dishes, helps my parents, offers to highlight my hair, and he loves me unconditionally. I am very lucky, because I know most people would not be able to say that about their spouse/significant other!