Posts Tagged ‘work’


Kicking it Into High Gear

October 12, 2009

Time to start the work-week.  Whoo-hoo.  After being gone all last week, I’m just trying not to think of the absolutely ridiculous amount of tasks that have piled up in my absence.  I do like being the only person responsible for my job (note — does not play well with others 🙂 ), but when I am gone, I find myself truly wishing that there was someone to pick up the slack.  I have three MH pod people leaving this week and another the following.  I just hope that I can get all my stuff together to make that all a success.  Of course I will, because I am 100% MHDP and I don’t take no quack from no one.  😀

The weekend ended up being pretty good, even though I still felt kind of sicky-poo.  On Saturday, I pretty much just laid around, feeling pretty stir-crazy.  On Sunday, I woke up feeling better.  I got up at my normal time (aka, with the roosters) and managed to stay up until 8:00 a.m.  I did end up taking a nap, because my morning activities of doing laundry, cleaning the kitchen, and intense web-surfing left me totally wiped.  I woke up around 11:00 a.m. ready to take on the day, though.

I simply had to get out of the house at this point.  I had been cooped up pretty much since the previous Sunday, other than a miserable and pathetic (and unsuccessful) attempt to drag myself to work middle of last week.  I had been doing nothing but sleeping, eating soup, and watching bits and pieces of TV (where I would undoubtedly fall asleep on the couch after 15 minutes). 

I rousted Dr. Love out of his computer geek reverie (he just picked up a bunch of new toys) and we headed out on the town.  I was itching to spend some money get out and do something, so we hit a local thrift store.  I was in the market for some kick-around-in sweatshirts and maybe some new shoes, but we didn’t find anything worthwhile, other than a new briefcase for Dr. Love’s new-found techie tools and some hedge trimmers.  It was fun though — I do love to poke around thrift stores and junk shops.  This trip really made me yearn for a trip to visit Dr. Love’s parents — middle-of-nowhere Missouri really does have some of the best junk/thrift/antique shops to go through.

From the thrift store, we went to Walmart to pick up a few things.  We managed to find some parts that may or may not fix our ancient (mauve-ish pink-ish) toilet that won’t flush properly and some more techie stuff for Dr. Love.  I have also been craving some homemade chicken tortilla soup, so we bought the stuff for that, along with some miscellaneous goodies.  Really had to steer Dr. Love away from the Halloween candy!!

I was really pooped by the time we were loading everything into the car, feeling also somewhat in foul humor due to the rising costs of frozen treats ($5 for my favorite Skinny Cow mint ice cream sandwiches — what the quack, mate?).  When we got out to the car, Dr. Love was trying to cheer me up and I thought he was kidding around when he said that my car was listing to one side.  Upon closer inspection, however, we found that a rather large nail had gone through my tire. 

The genius spirit within us, however, led us to the Walmart tire and lube shop, where they told us in no uncertain terms that it would be “dangerous” and “against policy” for them to repair our tire.  This really makes no sense, as it was in the middle of the tread, but they threw the donut on for us, which is still what’s on right now.  I am going to have to make a trip to the local tire place where I originally bought them to see if they can fix it, and, if not, they can replace it because they’re still under warranty.  Sometimes the beauty of living in a place where you can go to an independent local business really has it’s perks, although it’s a pain in the bootie because they’re only open 8-5 during the week.  At least the donut is on for now and that will at least get me through my Monday.

On the way home, I felt totally exhausted and icky.  I have pulled a muscle in my chest area due to ridiculous coughing spells, and every bump on the way home was torture.  When we pulled up, I immediately ran into the house and took some ibuprofen.  I realize it sounds silly to take a pain-killer for what sounds like such a minor thing, but when you’re coughing every five minutes, it just doesn’t do to have killer pain all over your upper torso. 

I felt better within about thirty minutes and, as much as I enjoyed our venture into the outside world, it felt good to come home, too.  I find that a bit strange, considering how much time I’d spent at home in the past week, but I pass it off to still feeling a bit sickly.

I love nothing more than cooking up a bunch of stuff on Sundays to last the week, so I whipped up a double recipe of mini cheddar meatloaves (a Weight Watchers recipe that’s really oh-so-sinfully good, yet healthy), a big batch of chicken tortilla soup (another Weight Watcher’s recipe, still sinfully good, yet healthy), and made up a bunch of celery with PB for the work week.  I had about 3/4 of a package of Velveeta left over from making my soup, and, of course, Dr. Love kind of whined about maybe wanting some cheese dip, so I also whipped up some queso and put it in the crock pot.  That man does love his cheese dip — totally reminds me of the Big Dog. 

The soup turned out fabulous and it felt really good to have a bunch of healthy stuff cooked up for the week, especially since I know this week may be trying at work, what with all of my time out of the office.  That and Dr. Love was very appreciative, mentioning how he survived off jail food and sandwiches for his brief period of bachelor-dom between living at home and meeting me.  So appreciative, in fact, that he helped do all of the clean-up from the kitchen mess I made with all the cooking. 

I have really been grooving on some good music lately, and can’t help but mention my favorite radio station, KKJO 105.5.   They play the best music, especially on the weekends when they do “all 80’s.”  I rocked out to it all yesterday while cooking and it really puts me in good spirits.  In addition to the fabulous weekend 80’s music, they play “no-repeat work-days” Monday thru Friday, where, duh, they dont’ repeat any songs from 9-5 during the work day.  Simply amazing and it makes me sad that I can’t listen to it at work, because the station is out of St. Joe, MO, and the reception doesn’t reach into the cinderblock prison walls. 

P.S. — if anyone wants the recipe to the mini meatloaves or the chicken tortilla soup, feel free to email me @

Dexy’s Midnight Runners, Come On Eileen


Scratchin’ the Kizzer

September 9, 2009

Had an awesome Labor Day weekend.  So awesome, in fact, that I didn’t have one spare second to blog, because I was just so involved in the gloriousness of it all.  We visited all parents, went to a shrimp fry, and hosted a BBQ, where I made the most amazing BBQ’d chicken and, with the help of QoB and Big Dog, nearly finished the rock patio.  Absolute gloriousness.  🙂

Things have really been clicking along for me at work.  I’ve been working non-stop on a really difficult case and, after about one week with working on nothing else, running around like a crazy woman, phone and email blowing up all day long, I have it all wrapped up in a pretty package.  The powers-that-be are super-happy with that, going up as far as Regional and DOC higher-ups.  That’s right, I’m the bomb.  Bonus — I still love my job!

In other news, Kizzer is recovering from some very severe insect bites and a huge batch of stickers (from camping) stuck to a very sensitive spot.  She has been itching like CRAZY the last few days and I just could not figure out what was wrong.  I put flea/tick stuff on her yesterday morning, and when I came home, it seemed like she had gotten progressively worse.  There was nothing I could do to ease her pain, short of giving her some good luvin’ scratches where it seemed to itch.  To make matters worse, she has very sensitive skin, so any little thing really makes her have problems.  So I was lying in bed and Kizzer was making all sorts of horrible noises, biting herself and whatnot.  I flipped her on her back to take a look at her belly…and found a huge mat of stickers right on her hoo-hoo.  Poor doggy!!  The whole area had been licked/bitten raw, to the point it was bloody.  I felt like such a neglectful parent, but I called Dr. Love into the room and he removed them and I rubbed some hydrocortisone cream on her.

I really think, as well as staying current with flea/tick and being more mindful of if she has stickers or not, I need to switch dog foods.  I really don’t think her skin is as healthy as it could be.  Right now I feed Science Diet Sensitive Skin and QoB, a long-time Science Diet user, has recently switched.  I don’t remember what to, but my sister has also switched.  Apparently Science Diet is not the bomb that it was made out to be — that, and it’s hella expensive.  I still have a bunch of Science Diet left, but I’m thinking that maybe I should start weaning her off of it and put her on something else, since she is having such problems.  I don’t want to go through any more guilt and trauma brought on by my doggie’s itchy skin.  And I’m sure she doesn’t either.

Quick shout-out to my momma, QoB, aka QueenOfDaNile — check out her new gravatar…I’m way jealous!  It’s about time I updated mine, so I’m thinking of possibilities to sum myself up.  Suggestions are welcome.  🙂

It’s a Dog’s Life, Kirk Olsen