Frog and Goat

The words running over and over in my head lately: occipital lobes. I have no idea why these words keep turning over in my head. This pete and repeat has been going on since the weekend.

The better-half gave me a ride in to work this morning because the car is getting inspected and lubed up. My payment for a ride in is always a cup of coffee. We tried the hot Italians down the street but they don’t open until 7:30 so we had to go to another joint on a side street. No matter, the coffee rocks. If it could just rock occipital lobe out of my head.

Two days in a row I’ve had all day meetings. I’m brain dead. I also have a test that I have to complete for the Instructional Design class I took in May. I haven’t cracked the seal on the envelope containing the test. It is due on Monday. Apparently, the test is hard and all the answers are not easily found in the manual. Great. Take a class, not use the lessons learned and then get tested on the stuff nearly a month later–great retention is to be expected, no? If I fail the test, I have to take the course again. I was ready to poke a pencil in my eye the first go around. I sincerely hope I pass that test.

From the good news files, we’re ready to submit our paperwork for a building permit. We’re tearing off a small deck and adding a screened porch. I’m not looking forward to digging footings in July, but at least we’re not doing the block/brick work ourselves this time. Bricklayers have a real talent and we don’t.

Another item from the good news files: Mexican for dinner tonight. Ole!

Yesterday my boss told me I had to either come in later or leave earlier. I’ve never had someone tell me “too much time in the office”. I got home and told the better-half. He looked at me in disbelief. I told him that I get paid to work there–how cool is that?

Over the weekend we purchased two leather chairs from La-Z-Boy and the better-half is picking them up today. Of course, we walked in expecting to see all kinds of coolness because of the Todd Oldman line. Not in Richmond. The coolest chairs were the ones we bought. There were plenty of chairs that your grandparents would have found very nice. I know, because I spotted some of the chairs my grandmother had in her den.

Here’s what we purchased:

Do you know someone who does this and, if so, will you please ask them what’s up with them?

When you see someone with their blinker on trying to go around a really slow dump truck and there’s plenty of room (more than 3 car lengths) between you and the person trying to change lanes, why do you speed up?

When you see a stop sign and just sail through it, why do you do that?

Why do you pass on the right when the left lane has no one in it?

Why do you speed up to someone’s bumper only to zag at the last second into the other lane when the lane was open the whole time?

Why do you tailgate someone when it is clear from, oh I don’t know, visual clues, that the person in front of the tailgatee is going too slow?

Why do you not hang up the phone when you nearly run off the road and then, when compensating, you swerve into the other lane?

Why do you think it is OK to ride in both lanes on a two lane road?

Yesterday afternoon we dug a new flower bed and, naturally, the heat and humidity were out the roof. I planted 18 or 19 daylillies and still have 6 or so to plant but I just couldn’t do any more planting.

When I went inside to take a shower I realized that it was 7:30. Time flies when you are outside sweating like a whore in church.

We didn’t eat dinner until about 9:30 and then I went to bed around 10:15. I was glad to have stayed awake through dinner.

Today I have lots of reading to do at work and, for me, reading and being tired don’t mix. If you hear a loud thunk, you’ll know that was my head hitting the desk.

The lunch crew went to the Greek Festival for lunch and as we were walking across the parking lot someone asked when it was going to be summer–it has been damp and chilly here for days. One person said tomorrow it will be 80. Then another person said, I heard we’ll have snow next week. Then we laughed ourselves silly because, really, it could happen. Virginia has some freaky weather in the spring.

This afternoon the crazy phone guy finally showed up to switch phones around for people who moved offices over a month ago. The person on the other side of my wall has had to walk across the hall to answer her phone.

The crazy phone guy wandered around mumbling to himself that his work order wasn’t right and that he couldn’t find extension whatever, whatever, whatever. I got up and said this person moved here and this person moved downstairs. He asked me about number whatever, whatever and I told him I was sorry that I have no idea what number is whatever, whatever. Then, he groused about his work order again. I looked at the work order and it was a plain white sheet of paper with some scribbling on it. If that’s someone’s idea of a work order, then no wonder the guy was mumbling. Then the thing that made me nearly laugh right in his face was him telling us that if it isn’t right he’s not coming back.