It's a Doozy
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Wow- I've been a real snooze-a-roozie! Watch out- I'm going to rhyme here- This past week's been a doozy. I've got that out of my system now.
Tassoula took a vacation week and it became apparent who carries the workload around here. The only good to come of it was that I got the opportunity to write a few things as well as proofread, so it was great experience. None of it made me look bad, but Scott didn't fare very well. There's still a little fall-out this week. Yikes!
Ooo- I need to post pictures of Camille cheerleading- I haven't done it yet. It's been about 4 weeks since football games started and she seems to be having a lot of fun. I think she's adorable, but I may be biased. No… I'm pretty sure she's adorable. I'll have to post pictures from home. For the first time in 2 weeks it's slowed down long enough at work to take 5 minutes to blog!
Get this-this is cool. My friend Marti I used to work for was buying cookies from us (another cheerleader fundraiser) and we were talking about remodeling (she's further along than I am). I was telling her about my beam mayhem and she mentioned that her son-in-law (she, her 2 daughters, their husbands and her 2 granddaughters all live in this house they're remodeling) is in his last year of school for structural engineering! Yep, that's exactly what I need is a structural engineer to help me with my kitchen problem. Matt was just getting ready to lay tile in their kitchen, which he'd never done before so Dave went over with his tile saw and helped him get that started and lent him the saw, then Matt's going to help us with the beam. Woohoo! We're still finishing the basement projects before we start the kitchen, though.
And the not as fun news of the week- I went to the doctor because I've been sooo tired I can barely drag myself up the stairs when I get home. I thought I was anemic, so the doctor took a blood test and said I'm not anemic, I'm diabetic and I should exercise. HELLO? Didn't I just tell you I can barely move at the end of the day? Exercise just isn't going to happen. Really. Not. So that was fun. So then I went to the endocrinologist (diabetes doctor) and HE tells me to exercise and I tell him the same thing. I told him to pretend I was a paraplegic diabetic because I'm not going to exercise. He asked if my antidepressants were working. He didn't seem surprised when I told him I didn't think they were. :P
Tassoula took a vacation week and it became apparent who carries the workload around here. The only good to come of it was that I got the opportunity to write a few things as well as proofread, so it was great experience. None of it made me look bad, but Scott didn't fare very well. There's still a little fall-out this week. Yikes!
Ooo- I need to post pictures of Camille cheerleading- I haven't done it yet. It's been about 4 weeks since football games started and she seems to be having a lot of fun. I think she's adorable, but I may be biased. No… I'm pretty sure she's adorable. I'll have to post pictures from home. For the first time in 2 weeks it's slowed down long enough at work to take 5 minutes to blog!
Get this-this is cool. My friend Marti I used to work for was buying cookies from us (another cheerleader fundraiser) and we were talking about remodeling (she's further along than I am). I was telling her about my beam mayhem and she mentioned that her son-in-law (she, her 2 daughters, their husbands and her 2 granddaughters all live in this house they're remodeling) is in his last year of school for structural engineering! Yep, that's exactly what I need is a structural engineer to help me with my kitchen problem. Matt was just getting ready to lay tile in their kitchen, which he'd never done before so Dave went over with his tile saw and helped him get that started and lent him the saw, then Matt's going to help us with the beam. Woohoo! We're still finishing the basement projects before we start the kitchen, though.
And the not as fun news of the week- I went to the doctor because I've been sooo tired I can barely drag myself up the stairs when I get home. I thought I was anemic, so the doctor took a blood test and said I'm not anemic, I'm diabetic and I should exercise. HELLO? Didn't I just tell you I can barely move at the end of the day? Exercise just isn't going to happen. Really. Not. So that was fun. So then I went to the endocrinologist (diabetes doctor) and HE tells me to exercise and I tell him the same thing. I told him to pretend I was a paraplegic diabetic because I'm not going to exercise. He asked if my antidepressants were working. He didn't seem surprised when I told him I didn't think they were. :P
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