Sorry I haven’t updated everyone on the weekend’s activities but I have been swamped at work.

I had a great visit with Marie. She came in town Saturday night and after visiting for a bit we headed out to Taverna Agora for some Greek food and to watch some belly dancing. Yeah I know belly dancing isn’t Greek but no one really seemed to be concerned with that.

After dinner we headed down to Hi5 for a bit of drinking and dancing. I totally forgot that the basketball game was on and instead of dancers crowding the bar we had a plethora of UNC (I think that was the school…I am not a sport nut) fans. We had one drink there and then headed upstairs to Bogart’s. They had the game playing there too but we only had to wait 10 minutes for it to end and for the DJ to set up. At first the DJ started playing some great songs. Mostly from the late 80’s but we quickly realized that he was only playing about the first 2 minutes of each song. Then he went into some R&B and rap music that I just wasn’t into. We hung out till about midnight and headed home.

We got up Sunday morning and I made waffles and then we got into our costumes and headed down to the faire. It was rather chilly and the rain from the day before caused the whole place to be one big mud pit. Usually this place is packed with vendors but I guess since it has rained every day of the faire, most vendors decided to pack up and head home. We stayed long enough to watch a joust and the NC State Pipers and then we headed to our cars. Marie had driven herself and left to go back to Charlotte right from the faire. I got home to find that Marie had left her jacket at the house and that Potter decided to take a liking to it. He was sound asleep on top of it and had at one point chewed through one of the pockets. BAD PUPPY!!! I feel so bad and I hope Marie will let me replace it. My $13 dog is starting to cost me a lot of money. This is the first time he has gone for a jacket. Normally it is just shoes and purses.

Anyway I have included a picture of my outfit. It was Tartan Day at the faire so I wore my husband’s tartans sash. I know it doesn’t really match the outfit but it came in handy to help to stay warm. Plus it was like Lennie was there with me.

Monday morning when I came into work I had 4 strange voicemail messages on my phone. They were all from this guy named Herbert Oberson Jr. He claims that we was kidnapped as a child and say at one point that he is George Bush’s son, then says he is Herbie Hancock’s son then back to George Bush. He says that he appears to be black but in fact he is white and claims that when he was kidnapped they covered him in brown putty. He thinks I am someone named Ms. Smith and says that he needs to come in and give me his finger prints and foot prints. He claims that he is 32 but that he looks older because he is trying to conceal his identity. He said the communist are trying to kill him and someone named Jim and he thinks they are also after the Queens of Great Britain (I didn’t know they had more than one Queen). He thinks I am a Blood (as in a member of the street gang) and that the Crypts and the Chinese Koreans are working for Obama to start the new war and that he alone is trying to preserve the white race. He claims to be a Republican, Democratic, Libertarian (wow I didn’t know you could be all those at once) but that he is first and foremost a Republican and that he worships the ground his father (George Bush) walks on. He does mention in his last message that he is Paranoid Schizophrenic (really? I couldn’t tell) and that he is staying at a homeless shelter in Raleigh.

When the messages ended I notified the Sherriff’s office. I wasn’t too concerned that he would show up here but worried that in his paranoid state that he might try to hurt someone. I wasn’t at all pleased with the response I got from the officer who took the call. He tried to make it sound like I was over reacting…stating that most of the guys at the shelter have some sort of mental disorder. I said that that may be true but those other guys didn’t call me and that I would not be able to live with myself if I heard that he had done something to someone and I had not reported what I knew about him. I told the officer that I have had experiences with someone who was Paranoid Schizophrenic and they really should be taken seriously. I informed the officer that I had done my part and now the ball was in his court. If he chose to do nothing then if something happened the blame would be on him. That last statement got a little more action from the officer. He called the shelter and they stated that they knew the guy and that he had come in to use the phone several times. They stated they would tell him not to call me anymore. But once again that wasn’t my concern. These people just don’t get it and I truly do hope this guy doesn’t harm anyone. I wish I could find a way to let you all hear the messages. I tried to record them onto my computer but the government disabled the microphone.

This week I am busy packing up Lennie’s house. His Navy friends are coming over Sunday to take everything to the storage place. We have our Falls Lake Festival on Saturday so I will be tied up with that most of the day. I don’t know if I will have a chance to post anymore this week so I hope everyone enjoys their weekend.

Well Spring is here and I know that not by the fact that it is April but the fact that everything is covered in pine pollen. My friends in the North don’t understand this phenomenon because in the North they have mostly hardwoods. Oh don’t get me wrong they will get a light dusting of pollen here and there but it is nothing like the mess you get down here. You can wash your car and in the span of 30 minutes, you car will be covered again. You don’t dare leave your windows open because before you know it, everything in your house is covered in yellow-green dust.  The pollen coats everything. It even lays on top of the water causing it to look like some sort of chemical spill.

I went out and mowed my lawn the other day (well attempted to mow…I need a new blade which I hope will not be a big deal to replace.) when I came inside I was covered from head to toe in pollen. Yuk!

The good news about pine pollen is that it does not cause seasonal allergies. According to my doctor my stuffy head and itchy eyes are caused by pollen from grass and other plants. This deluge of pollen should end in about a month and I am hoping by then it will still be cool enough to open the windows again. I miss the way my house smells when I open it up and let the fresh air in.

There is a lot going on this weekend and I am not sure if I will make it to everything but thought I would tell you all about it incase you were in Raleigh this weekend and looking for something to do.

Tonight at Tir Na Nog, Davey Morrison (From Albannach) will be performing. I have gotten several emails from people telling me that Albannach will be performing at the pub. I hate to break it to everyone but no the whole band is not performing just Davey. It looks like so far Albannach’s only gig here in NC will be the Highland Games at Grandfather Mountain in July. But head out and see Davey perform from 7 to 9. He will also be brining some of his artwork with him. Then stick around afterward because Seven Nations will take the stage at 10:30. You might see me down there. I have a lot of running around to do but hope I can be done to stop down for a bit.

This weekend is also Tartan Day at the Renaissance Faire. It is like St. Paddy’s day for the Scots. My friend Marie is coming in from Charlotte to go and we had plan to go Saturday but they are calling for some nasty rain all day. So the plan now is that she will come Saturday evening and we will head out for some dinner and then go out to celebrate her engagement. Then Sunday we will head to the faire. I finished my dress and can't wait to try it out. It ended up being more like a slutty peasant than a gypsy. LOL

It you have never been to a Ren. Faire before you should go at least once in your life. You don’t need to have a costume. I enjoy going in costume because it gives me a chance to practice my sewing skills. They always have some great food and performers. For those of you in MD…don’t worry you have a Ren Faire of your own starting in August. and running through October. http://www.rennfest.com

On the job front…I have gotten a ton of emails from you guys wanting to know about whether or not I got that job that I applied for. Well there are some unusual things going on at the moment and once I get it all figured out I will let everyone know. I think at the moment there is a major mix-up in communication.

Hope everyone has a great weekend.

Mood:  bright

I recently watch Elizabeth: The Golden Age and I LOVED it!!!! Much better than the first. What made it better was Clive Owens portrayal of Sir Walter Raleigh. I have seen other movies with Clive Owen but for some reason he hadn’t really struck me until now. Don’t worry I still have an undying affection for Gerard but I can squeeze Clive in there somewhere. ;)

He has a way of acting that you don’t often see. He is subtle and uses his face to establish the mood more so than his body. There was one scene in the movie where he stands on a ship and looks out at the battle on the sea. You know in reality he is standing in a studio on just part of ship with probably a green screen in the background. But in that instance…when you look at him…you feel as if he is really on the sea. There was just something about his facial expression in the shot that got me. There were also the scenes with Elizabeth when he would give that oh so subtle smile that just made him so irresistible.

Picture provided by Clive-Owen.com

The night after watching Elizabeth, King Arthur came on TV. I had forgotten that Clive was the lead in that film. Although I am not a huge fan of the movie (I prefer the TH White version of the Arthur Legend) I must admit that Mr. Owen was a very sexy Arthur.

I am sure I have seen many other movies starring Clive Owen but like I stated before he just never made my radar…until now.

In searching for pictures of Clive I came across this BMW short film/commercial with Clive Owen and Madonna. It made me laugh. Just look at some of the facial expressions on Clive's Face. It will give you a better idea of what I mean when I say he acts with his face. *sorry..I tried to embed the video but wouldn't work*

BMW-STAR COMMERICAL

Mood:  chillin'

It is that time of year again. Time for our annual bald eagle monitoring. Actually it started a few months ago but I forgot to mention it. LOL This year we have had some exciting news. We have discovered a 4^th eagle nest on the lake. It is unfortunate though that this nest is in a location only accessible by canoe or kayak. Our current canoe is in a horrible state so I am pushing for a new one.

In other eagle news I have been monitoring the Norfolk Botanical Garden’s Eagle nest from the web again this year. The eagles moved to a new tree and NGB have set up a new camera with night vision. Very cool. You can check out the nest here. Norfolk Botanical Gardens There has been some drama this year with the mating pair but all seems to be going well and they have successfully laid 2 eggs. A new feature this year is some snap shots of the days monitoring as well as some night shots. One of which was the squirrel incident mentioned in the title line.

I was amazed when I saw imagines of the little squirrels and wondered if these squirrels were either very smart of very dumb. In the first picture below taken from the website you can see the squirrel building its nest just below the eagle nest. What is it thinking? Does it not realize that eagles eat squirrels? Granted they are not part of the Eagle’s main diet but they will do in a pinch. And how convenient for the eagles. If they are in the mood for a night time snack all they need to do is reach down below the nest and grab a squirrel. Maybe the squirrel is betting on the fact that an eagle would think that a squirrel wouldn’t be stupid enough to live right under the nest so they may never realize they are there.

In the second photo you can see the squirrel taking advantage of the eagles feeding time by scavenging the nest for down feathers so that they can line their own nest. Once again not a smart move. Eagle are very protective of their nests and don’t often fly far for fear that that another eagle might move in. To risk this move you would have to be on constant guard.

I haven’t noticed the squirrels moving below the nest. They could be really good and slipping out unnoticed or the eagles could have discovered their new “neighbors” and invited them over for dinner. Or the squirrel figured it just wasn’t worth the price of getting caught and have moved on. But in any case…it is neat to watch.

It was a very quiet weekend at the Thomson house. I didn’t answer my phone unless it was family or the hubby. I didn’t want to take the chance that I might get called into work. I spent most of the day on Saturday cleaning the house. I got a lot accomplished but still need to do the windows. It was such a gorgeous day that after the chores had been completed I decided to take Potter to the dog park. Everyone must have had the same idea because it was packed. Potter played with a Staffy Mix and his good friend Dottie the Dalmatian for a good hour. When he finally tired it went over to this poor guy sitting in a lawn chair and made the guy pet him for 20 minutes or so before I stepped in. I figured when the guy tired, he would just push Potter away, but he didn’t. I went over and apologized for Potter being such an attention hog. The guy laughed and said he was in love with my dog. His dog is usually more interested in other dogs and not people so he was enjoying spoiling Potter. Potter was enjoying it as well

Sunday morning Potter got me up at 7:30 AM. I tried to sleep in but the neighbors had hidden candy outside for the kids to find so Potter ran from window to window as the kids ran around screaming. I got up and ate breakfast and then took Potter back over to the dog park. It was a little quiet which was good because I could work with him on his fetch.  I guess everyone else got to sleep in. We came home and I managed to finish the bodice to my dress and then I made a quick call to the family to wish them all a Happy Easter and then it was time to prepare the lamb.

I love lamb but I haven’t prepared it before. I found a really easy recipe and all the online reviews said it was the best lamb recipe EVER. It called for a boneless Leg of Lamb but unfortunately all I could find was a butterflied leg of lamb. Luckily with a couple feet of kitchen twine, I was able to put it back together. The recipe was great but of course I must change it up a bit. I decided that garlic and lamb go really well together so I made a few slits in the lamb and inserted some sliced garlic in the holes. I topped it with the rosemary, thyme, bread crumbs, and olive oil crust and popped it in the oven. It smelled so good cooking and only managed to take about an hour which is good because I was STARVING. I carved off a few pieces and it seemed tender I just hoped it tasted as good as it looked. I fixed my plate and went over and popped in a movie. I then took my first bite. OMG!!!! It melted in my mouth. It was so tender and juicy. I had used the pan dripping, which wasn’t just lamb juice but also contained chicken broth and white wine, to make some gravy and I practically licked the plate clean. The lamb was so yummy that I woke up in the middle of the night craving it. But I was good I left it in the fridge. I have brought some for my lunch today and I can’t wait till noon so I can eat it. YUMMMMMM!!!!

On a sadder note…Tomorrow is Andrew’s memorial service and Tom has agreed to let me take the afternoon off so that I can attend. There is a really great article in the Raleigh Chronicle which talked about Andrew’s life and his many accomplishments. Famous Spy Novelist Dies Suddenly Check it out if you get a chance. I still can’t believe he is gone. It is indeed a very tragic loss. He will be missed.

I hope everyone had a good Easter. I am busy this week so I don’t know if I will be posting much.

Mood:  hungry

It sucks that the Government doesn’t give us off for Good Friday. I am trying to remember if we got 59 minutes off last year. I highly doubt it. I don’t have big plans for the weekend. For once I don’t’ have to work so I will likely spend it working on my dress and taking Potter to the dog park.

I have been invited to several places for Easter dinner but I think I am just gong to stay home. I have been feeling very tired lately and just want to have some time to myself. I have been so busy lately that my house is starting to suffer. It is suppose to be in the 70’s on Saturday so some minor spring cleaning and open windows should do my soul some good.

I wasn’t planning to make anything for dinner on Sunday. Lennie isn’t here and unlike in the past I don’t have a bunch of friends stuck in town so I figured why make all that food for just me. Well last night while flipping through the channel I came across a cooking show and they were making leg of lamb. Now that is all I have been craving. So I looked up the recipe online and I plan to make that, some steamed red potatoes, green beans and maybe some dinner rolls. My mouth is watering as I type this. I have never cooked lamb before so I am keeping my fingers crossed that it turns out. I figured I could use the left over lamb to make Gyros. I was going to make my famous pie but I think that is on my diet list of what I am not supposed to eat.

Speaking of diets…I had my monthly evaluation at the gym. I always have to laugh because they try so hard to get you to sign up with a personal trainer and at $60 an hour that is just not an option for me. Most of the trainers know that my husband is in Iraq and that we don’t have a lot of money so they don’t press the issue too hard. But they have this new guy and he took all my measurements and we came into the office and inputted the results into the computer. They ask you a bunch of question like do you smoke, drink, have high blood pressure, etc. and then an image of what your body looks like from when you started and what it looks like now which is cool because you can see your progress. What also pops up is your age and what age your body is. Mine comes up that I am 33 in a 29 year old body. The poor new trainer just didn’t know what to do. Normally it is reversed for most people. Like you are 33 in a 55 year old body. This would be the point where they would say, “well if you hired one of our trainers, you could reverse that and look and feel young again.” With me I got, “That’s interesting…(pause) you could probably do better with a personal trainer.” I just looked at him, smiled and said, “No thanks”. The weight isn’t pouring off like I thought it would but my BMI has decrease a lot. I notice that I am toner. I talked to one of the trainers and he reassured me that I am on track and that I am increasing muscle which weighs more that fat and with my added workout routine I should start noticing a bigger loss. We will see.

There is this older black woman named Ida who I often work out with because we use some of the same machines. We were talking in the locker room before I headed back out to do my cardio (I had come back in to grab my MP3 player). She told me that they have a Salsa workout Saturday mornings now and wants me to try it out. We will see.

Well I should get back to work. I hope everyone has a great Easter!

Mood:  lucky

HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!!

It was a fairly relaxing weekend which is good because I needed some time to just veg.

Saturday morning I went into work for a bit and came home about 10:30. Some of Lennie’s Navy buddies came over at 11AM to fix the expansion tank on my hot water heater. They were originally going to just look at it to see if it could wait to be replaced. But when poking around the rust their screw driver broke the surface and went right up into the tank. Had I waited it probably would have blown soon. So they ran to Home Depot and bought me a new tank and installed it. They only charged me for the tank not their labor. I guess I will owe them a beer soon. We also discussed moving Lennie’s stuff out of his house. We decided to do it on a drill weekend so they would have all the guys there to help. This made Lennie mad. He stated that he didn’t want all those guys up in his business. My answer was to get over it. I am super busy with work, trying to prepare for Marie’s visit in April, dealing with the animals and now I have to move all of Lennie’s crap. It has all been really stressful for me. Having a slew of Navy people at the house to move would make it a lot easier on me and would make the whole thing going very quickly. If he has a problem with it, he can get his ass home and move it his damn self. He is just going to have to let me do this my way.

The rest of the day Saturday I worked on my new outfit for the Renaissance Faire. My friend Marie is coming in from Charlotte to go and we decided to both make new costumes. We were supposed to go as gypsies but I think mine will be more along the line of peasant. The hardest part of any costume is cutting out the pattern. I actually find the sewing part pretty easy. But sewing would have to wait till Sunday.

I got a call Saturday evening from a friend who was in town for the St. Patrick’s Day parade. He wanted to meet up for dinner to congratulate me on some news he had heard. I am not going to mention it yet because right now it is just a rumor and I don’t want to jinx it. But if it is true it would be really really good for me.

Sunday I worked on my costume. I only have two weeks to get it done. I was able to find an EXTREMELY easy pattern. Sewing in the boning casings took forever though. I decided to use bias tape instead of the casing that came with the boning because it is much easier to sew. I got to the sleeve install and decided to stop for the day. If I work too long I ended up all hunch backed and sore. I also got a pattern for a 4 gore peasant skirt that also looks simple. Hopefully I will be able to start on that this weekend.

Between work, the gym, and my costume, I have to find time to pack up Lennie’s stuff. I am so not looking forward to it. I told Lennie my theory about his getting me to move his stuff. I told him that I moved the stuff from my apartment myself and now I am having to move his stuff on my own. He stated that he helped me move. I laughed because his memory was not that clear. All the boxes I moved down 3 flights of stairs on my own with NO help from him. The night before the furniture move he was supposed to meet me at the apartment to help take about the bed and carry it to the dumpster. Instead he went for a beer with Scott and didn’t show up till I had everything apart and most of it was in the dumpster. Then the morning of the furniture move he said he had to run a quick errand and he would meet us at the apartment. When he finally showed up my sister, Kate, and I along with my boss, his son and a neighbor had everything loaded. He is anxious to move into a new house when he comes home. Well when it comes time to move he can do it all. I will be the one that gets to sit back and relax.

Well I better end it here. I hope everyone had a good weekend and that you got your fill of green beer for the year.

Mood:  hungry

Some of you have had the honor of meeting my cat Fenwick. More than likely you were met with a snub as he tends not to be very social. He has been known on occasion to even growl and hiss at unwanted strangers. He has always been sort of aloof and very rarely comes to me for attention (unless I have food). Well lately that has change. Only with me though…he still hates strangers.

For the past couple of days he has been glued to me. He has been following me into every room, sitting on my lap as I type on the computer, and meowing at the bathroom door if I lock him out. He has even taken to sleeping with me at night which is totally new. Most nights when Potter and I retire to the bedroom, Fenwick sprawls himself out on the ottoman and that is where he will stay until morning. He has, in the past, come back and gotten up on the bed to growl at Potter but he has never slept there. Now he insists on being right up next to my head where he will purr for what seems like an hour. Finally he will fall asleep and then I move and he gets up to be closer to me and starts purring again. It is starting to get so bad that I think I am suffering from sleep deprivation. I don’t want to kick him out of bed because I love the fact that he is being more affectionate but we need to find away to both get want we want.

This sudden need for affection has freaked me out a little because it is so unlike him. I called the vet to see if maybe she thought that I should bring him in. She laughed at me and told me that the affection is probably caused by jealousy of the dog and wanting his top spot back. She told me just to enjoy it.  She said more than likely he will slip back into the old Fenwick I have grown to know and love.

Update on the job front. A lot of you have been asking about whether or not I got the job that I wrote about back in Feb. I didn’t post anything about it because there wasn’t anything to post. After the interview I didn’t hear anymore about it. I did over here a co-worker ask my assistant manager if the job had been filled and she replied that they were checking references. Which worried me a little that I had indeed not been chosen because why would they need to check references if they were hiring me. I found out though that if they interview they must check all references.

Well in our staff meeting this morning some of the staff brought up that next month we start opening on the weekends and that we need to get a schedule out and it would be nice to know when the new person would start. See right now I am in the duty rotation but because I do contracting and purchasing I have to be here Mon through Fri. When we go to weekend work I will then go off the schedule which only leaves 3 people to rotate and that means more weekend work for them. It would be nice to have that 4^th person on board so that they will only have to work 1 weekend a month. Well my boss finally admitted that they announcement would be coming this week. As he said it neither he nor my assistant supervisor looked at me. I know that doesn’t mean anything but it still worries me. Everyone has said I am a shoe in but I just don’t think so. I guess I will just have to wait and see. But I will let everyone know one way or the other.

Mood:  lucky

Friday I had taken the day off to get some of my final name change stuff done. First it was off to the DMV to change my title and then back to the bank since I now had my new license. It all seemed to go smoothly which makes me a bit worried. In the afternoon I took Potter over to the groomer. He was starting to smell like dog and his nails were way too long. He loves to go over there because they give him tons of treats but he HATES having a bath and hates the dryer even more. But he is all fluffy now and smells good. This should last until our next visit to the dog park where I am sure he will run right over and roll in the mud. It rained all day on Friday which was a big help to the drought.

Friday night I had a horrible dream that my hot water heater exploded and water was gushing everywhere and I couldn’t get it turned off. In the middle of my dream a phone started ringing and I heard a man’s voice. I assumed it was just part of my dream until I woke up the next morning and saw I had a message on my machine. Then a panic set in…had my hot water heater actually exploded? I deduced that had the water heater exploded I probably wouldn’t have gone back to sleep so I was pretty sure that part had been a dream. I listened to the message and it was Eric (the guy living in Lennie’s house). He had called at 1AM to tell me that someone had broken into Lennie’s house again. I called him back to find out that this time they came in through an unlocked window and had only stolen a few DVD’s. The police did get fingerprints this time but chances are it is just kids and they probably don’t have prints on file. Eric says he has had enough and is moving out. Lennie wants me to put his stuff into storage and install a security system. So I guess now I need to find boxes. *Sigh* I am not looking forward to moving all that stuff. Lennie is going to owe me so big when he gets home. I better get something sparkly out of this. I moved most of my stuff to my house on my own last year without much help from Lennie and now I have to move all of his stuff. I am starting to see a pattern here.

Saturday I ran a few last minute errands for Maria. She was hosting a St. Paddy’s Day Party at her house and her car refused to start. I ran and picked up some flowers, napkins, and some O’Doul’s for a few people who don’t drink. Do you know how embarrassing it is to buy non-alcoholic beer? I noticed that people were staring at me and I felt the need to explain myself to the cashier. “This isn’t for me. I was asked to bring this to a party tonight.” I just wanted to make it clear to everyone that I was indeed an alcoholic and I would never in my life touch O’Doul’s if I wasn’t asked to buy it for someone else. I dropped the stuff off to Maria, went home to change and then came back over for the party. I had a great time. There was a good turn out and so much food. I totally blew my diet. My little pies seemed to go over well as did the chocolate covered strawberries.  Maria had invited some musicians to perform Irish folk songs for the evening. It was great to be at an Irish Party listening to live Irish music. I headed home about 10:30 and immediately passed out in bed. Forgetting to set my clock ahead an hour.

I woke up Sunday morning thinking it was 8:30 then it hit me that in fact it was 9:30. My morning had slipped by. I got up and ran around trying to get things done. In the afternoon I headed down to the pub for a book signing. I mentioned the book on the community blog but somehow I forgot about you guys. Andrew Britton’s 3^rd book has just been releases. It is call The Invisible and continues with CIA agent Ryan Keely from the first two books. If you haven’t read the first two, you can now pick them up in paperback. I thoroughly enjoyed them! You can check out the books at http://www.andrewbrittonbooks.com .

Sunday night I headed back over to Lennie’s to get a key from Eric and to take a look around at what I had to deal with. I didn’t think that Lennie owned that much but there is a lot of stuff in closets and drawers I just didn’t notice before. I came home and crashed on the couch and tried to pull a plan together. I was just too tired to come up with much. I need to be working on my costume for the Renaissance Fair and finishing my scrapbook. There just aren’t enough hours in the day. I think I might take myself out to dinner this week. I haven’t been out to eat since Mom and Anne were here and I have been really good about my diet. I deserve a treat.

Hope everyone had a good weekend.

** some people emailed me to tell me that the comment link at the bottom of the entries wasn't working. It must have just been over the weekend because it seems to be working fine now. Let me know if the comment page still wont pop up for you. Thanks!

I am such a creature of habit. Being in law enforcement and having previous had a few stalkers I know that I should vary my routine, but having specific things I do every day make me feel comfortable. Messing up my routine makes me very grumpy.

My weekday morning routine is always that same. I get up, shower, walk Potter, make coffee, feed Potter, feed Merlin, do my yoga, check email, eat breakfast, get ready and leave for work

My work routine is always the same. When I get in I check my work email, I then pay any bills sitting on my desk and enter any purchase requests I might have. When that is done, I then catch up on everyone’s blog and write an update to my blog if I have one.

My lunch routine rarely ever changes unless when have a visiting VIP. But it usually works out that I go to Subway every Wednesday and order the exact same sandwich. Turkey and provolone on wheat with lettuce, black olives and mayo with sweet tea and 2 chocolate chip cookies. I have ordered this so much that they don’t even ask me anymore what I want. They see my car pull up and start making my sandwich. I actually get aggravated when they have someone new working behind the counter that doesn’t know my order by heart.

My afternoons are pretty much the same. I enter timesheets if they are due. Next I open the mail and pay any bills that have come it. Then I go and check on my eagle nests or patrol that dam. Then I come back and catch up on emails and phone calls/  

When I come home I walk Potter and then go to the gym (3 days a week). Mon, Tues, and Wed’s are TV free nights because there isn’t anything good on. This allows me to either work on my scrapbook, a sewing project or read. I walk Potter again and then I am in bed by 10.

Other things that are routine for me…or maybe it verges on the brink of being OCD related. You decide

I order pizza once a month. Usually around the 20^th. It is always a small with mushrooms, black olives, and sausage. I changed my order once and freaked out the delivery guy. When I answered the door he looked concerned and stated that the hot wings and breadsticks were not my typical order.

When I go downtown to the pub I park in the same place and get upset if someone has taken “my spot”.

When I go to a restaurant I will find one thing on the menu I like and I will always order that. For instance when I go to Firebirds I always get the blue cheese filet, loaded baked potato, and mixed green salad, At the Olive Garden I always get the stuffed Chicken Marsala,

At the Mall I always park by the same store no mater what store I need to go to. It doesn’t even matter if the store I want is on the other side of the mall. I will walk.

When I drive into West Virginia I must drive on the side of the road that goes right under the “Welcome to West Virginia” sign. I don’t really know why this is important but I it gives me a sense of well being for some reason.

Lennie often laughs at me because I don’t like change. He is concerned that since he has been gone I have developed a strict routine and that he will mess it up when he gets back. I laughed and told him he will just have to adjust.

I am curious…does anyone out there have an odd little thing they do often?

About 3 years ago I went out with this guy named Scott who works for the City of Raleigh. We had talked a couple of times when he would come out to the park and he seemed like a decent guy. Our first date ended up being out last. It was a cold rainy evening and he called to see if I wanted to go out. I informed him that I was in my PJ’s and wasn’t going anywhere. He then asked if he could grab a bottle of wine and come over to watch a movie. He showed up at my apartment later that evening wearing a blue polo, khaki pants and….white sneakers. Okay I will pause with the story for a second to explain to those who don’t already know that I have a strong dislike for men wearing white sneakers. Especially when they wear them with khaki pants. I know this is strange but in my mind I associate men in white sneakers to perverts, psychos and/or gropers. Two of the men in my past who ended up being stalkers wore white sneakers. I have talked to some other women about this and they have looked back at the men they have dated and agreed that there was something unusual about the men they went out with who wore white sneakers. I know not all men who wear white sneakers are pervs but in my mind it is just a turn off for me.

Okay so back to my story. When he walked in the door I just got a strange feeling. I thought maybe it was just my aversion to the white sneakers. I would find out later that it wasn’t. I opened the bottle of wine and poured us each a glass and then popped a movie into the DVD player (It was Hidalgo incase you wondered). I sat down on the couch and Scott grabbed a hold of my wine glass and took it from me setting it down on the coffee table. He then grabbed me and started to try to kiss me and then I felt his hand trying to go up my shirt. I pushed him away and asked him what the hell he thought he was doing. He said that he figured since he brought a bottle of wine that he should get something for his effort. I told him it was time for him to leave.

The next day he called to say that he had a great time and wanted to know if he could see me again. WHAT!?! A good date to this guy apparently meant that the girl kicked him out 10 minutes after he arrived. I rehashed the evening for him and told him that I wasn’t interested in seeing him again. He said he was sorry but that I was just too beautiful that he just couldn’t control himself. No I think it was more like you were horny and thought I was the type of girl you could get drunk and take advantage of. I am not that kind of girl. I told him again I wasn’t interested and hung up the phone. He tried to call back a few times but I didn’t answer the phone. I thought I would never hear from him again.

Well about a year later after I had broken up with this guy named Brent, Scott called to say he had heard through a friend that I was single again and wondered if I would give him another shot. He said we could take things slow if that is what I wanted. I informed him that I was in fact NOT single that I was been dating someone since the night Brent and I broke up.  He said maybe at the very least we could be friends. He said he knew that I walked out at Shelly Lake almost every night and maybe he could join me. I asked him how he knew I walked out there and he got quiet. I told him that I wasn’t interested in having any kid of relationship with him and was frankly freaked out that it appeared he was stalking me and hung up the phone. I didn’t hear from him again until last night.

I went out to the mall after work to get a few things and as I was heading out to my car I heard someone call my name. I turned to see Scott running towards me in the parking lot. He asked me how I was doing and that he hadn’t seen me in awhile. I told him that I moved about a year ago. He then made some idle chit chat the whole time I am trying to move closer to my car. He then asked me if I was seeing anyone and I said that no I was not dating some one when he cut me off and said, “Great let’s go grab some dinner.” He then told me that he has long thought I was the great girl who had gotten away and he thought about me often. I told him that he didn’t let me finish what I was saying. I told him that it is true that I wasn’t dating anyone but that I was in fact was now married. I could see his whole demeanor change from very happy to very angry. He asked if my husband was the guy I had met after Brent. I informed him that no Lennie and I met after that guy and had been dating about a year before we took the plunge. Scott’s face turned red and I turned to go to my car. He then started to yell at me that I hadn’t even given him a chance and wanted to know why. I told him that you don’t get a second chance to make a first impression and he asked me what I meant by that. I rehashed the night at my apartment and he said he had apologized for that.  I said that it was something that I couldn’t get past and that I was with the person I was meant to be with. As I got into my car I heard him say, “You F*****G women are unbelievable!!!” And with that I drove away.

This morning I get the following email from him:

Rebecca,

I don’t know if this is still your email address. I guess we will see if I get this back. I just couldn’t get you out of my mind and what you said to me. I was so shocked by your news I wasn’t able to express to you how hurt I was. You know that I have liked you for a long time. I am sorry again about that night when you say I basically attacked you. I didn’t attack you I may have stretched some boundaries.  It was just when you opened that door and I saw how cute you looked I just couldn’t help myself. But I guess apologies are not enough for you. You have labeled me and there is no way I can change that. You said there were things about me that you just didn’t like well I have news for you sweetheart you are not perfect. You are not even close to being perfect. I was able to look past your faults I hope your husband knows what kind of women he married. You’re a tease who plays with hearts. I even offered you friendship and you through that back in my face. I guess you did me a favor. I hope you have a nice life. I am done with this game. You will not have me to run back to when your life crashes.

Scott

I don’t even know how to respond to that email. I won’t have him to run back to? I never ran to him in the first place. I guess my theory of men in white shoes still stands. LOL

Well it wasn’t an overly exciting weekend which is good. I needed some time to get things done. I didn’t accomplish everything but that is okay. I am thinking about taking off on Friday. I still have some name change stuff to do and I can’t get that done on the weekend.

I did step on the scale Friday and I have lost 2lbs.  Part of me was excited the other part of me was disappointed that it wasn’t more. But I didn’t gain all this weight in 2 weeks so it is going to take longer than 2 weeks to lose it. Only 18 more pounds to go. I am hoping I can keep myself motivated.

I looked back at what I eat and for the most part I am not an unhealthy eater. I RARELY eat fast food and usually that is an Arby’s Roast Beef Sandwich. I don’t drink soda (haven’t for years) and I don’t eat a lot of white bread. I do have a few weaknesses like shortbread cookies and ice cream but I am trying to force myself to grab and apple or yogurt instead. When my mom was here she bought some Blue Bunny Banana Split Ice Cream which is my Favorite and it sits in the freezer mocking me. A smart person would through it in the trash but I kind of like having the temptation and feel proud of myself when I resist and eat something healthy instead.

Saturday I cleaned the house and then ran a few errands. I came home in the afternoon and grabbed Potter  to go to  the dog park. It was such a lovely afternoon. It was warm and sunny with a slight breeze. We stayed at the park for almost 2 hours Potter was having so much fun playing with a little boxer puppy, I just hated to break it up. At one point Potter went over to play with a black lab. They were getting along well and were not playing rough at all. They would run with each other and then stop and take turns knocking the other over and standing on them. Everyone thought it was cute except for the owner of the lab. Every time Potter would knock her dog down she would quickly run over to separate the two. She then started yelling at Potter to stay away and to stop picking on her dog. WTH!!! They are just playing. I walked over to get Potter and smiled and said that her dog wasn’t hurting Potter. They were just playing. She said, “That type of play isn’t appropriate!”  She then eluded to Potter being a tad aggressive. Potter aggressive? Are we talking about the same dog? He doesn’t have an aggressive bone in his body. I pulled him away got his attention on something else. Her dog attempted to play with two other dogs and she had the same reaction. I guess it just became too much for her in the end because she left quickly. She had everyone talking about how neurotic she was and how sorry we felt for the dog. People bring their dogs to the park to play with other dogs. It isn’t just so they can run around without a leash. Potter often gets playing with a dog and I normally just let him go I figure he will let me know he has had enough. The only time I will step in is if I see he is being ganged up on by several dogs.

Sunday morning I got up and went over to the gym. I didn’t do much…just the elliptical machine. I came home and grabbed a shower and was about to get ready to go out and do some shopping when Maria called and asked if Potter and I wanted to try the dog park downtown. I met up with Maria and Dempsey at 2PM and we headed to Oakwood. Maria took her dog to the small dog side and Potter of course went in with the big dogs. He seems to be freaked out by trees. He just can’t seem to get the lay of the land. He walked around a bit but no one really wanted to play with him. He then spotted Maria and Dempsey on the other side of the fence and demanded that they join us. Once Dempsey came over it seemed to give Potter the courage to explore more. We stayed about an hour or so until poor little Dempsey got sick. We headed back to Maria’s and let the dogs out in the back yard so they could run. Potter just loves to have open space. He and Dempsey chased the ball for awhile until I saw he was getting tired so I loaded him up and went home.

Don’t really have too much exciting planned for this week. Maria and Todd are having a St. Paddy’s Day Party on Saturday and I have been asked to make mini versions of my famous red, white and blueberry pie. So I guess I will have to start looking for the berries. .

Mood:  hungry

I rushed home last night so that I could change, walk Potter and get to my doctor’s appointment on time. If I missed this appointment I would have to wait till April. The appointment itself was quick but I had to wait 2 hours to get my prescription filled. I got home around 8PM and noticed that the house was a tad chilly. I went to increase the thermostat when I saw that it was set to 70 but read 63. I turned off the system and turned it back on but nothing happened. My heart sank. My HVAC repair guy is in Iraq, what the hell was I going to do?

I crawled up in the attic and looked at the big metal box in the middle of the room. After searching for a few minutes I found the pilot light and noticed it wasn’t lit. I also didn’t smell any gas coming out. Not wanting to mess with something I knew nothing about (my luck I would blow up the house) I called the gas company to see what they had to say. They had a man come and check to make sure the gas was indeed on. It was so he gave me the number of a guy he knows that might be able to help me. He was a really sweet Hispanic guy with a strange name I can’t remember. He worked on it for two hours and said that unfortunately he would need a part to fix it and he couldn’t get it till morning. The temps were suppose to dip into the 20’s last night so I moved all the animals into my room and set up a space heater I bought from Target just incase something like this happened.

The guy was supposed to call me this morning at work to let me know when he got to the house so that I could come and let him in. I haven’t heard from him yet. I am starting to get a little worried. I don’t want to have to go another night without heat.

Lennie called this morning and I told him the situation. I contemplated whether I should tell him about the heat becasue I knew he would worry but I had gotten on him for not telling me and his family things so I went ahead and told him. He feels helpless that he isn’t here to take care of it but I tried to reassure him that I was handling it and it would all be fixed…I hope.

Don’t have major plans for this weekend. It is suppose to be back up in the upper 60’s this weekend so it is likely I will spend a lot of time at the dog park with Potter. All I really want to do though is stay in my pj’s and lay on the couch. I have such bad cramps that I just want to curl up in a little ball and cry. I forgot to take my Midol this morning. *sigh*

***UPDATE Well the guy called and I went over to let him in. He was there 30 miutes and had it fixed. I did have to laugh though because for some reason Fenwick the cat decided he wasn't going to like the repair man today (he got along great with him yesterday). Fenwick hide under the kitchen table and growled and hissed at the poor man in the next room. At point point I noticed it got very queit. Then I hear this "Mrs. Thomson?" from the attic. Fenwick had moved to the bottom of the ladder and the repair guy was afraid to come down. Made me giggle that a gorwn man was afriad of my little kitty. Fenwick is much more of a guard dog and Potter is. Potter wanted to play and have the man pet him all day. Spolied puppy!!!!

Mood:  caffeinated

If you are wondering about how to break up with someone that you might not care all that much about...don't follow the example in this story. It is better just to tell the person that you want to break up.

 I have been following this story since last week and every time there is an update it just gets stranger

I will warn you...you might have the read the story more than once for it to really make sense. I will give you some background information to help you out a bit. A solider meets a pretty girl online through a mutual friend. The solider is then deployed but comes home in July for a bit of leave and the girl surprises him with a visit. They "fall in love" and get engaged and the solider goes back to Iraq. When the solider comes home the girl, who lives in Oregon, rents a car and sets out for NC to be with her fiancé. That is where the story takes a bizarre turn. If you click on the names of the solider and the girls I have hyperlinked a picture.

Search for Soldier's Missing Fiancée Takes Bizarre Turns

RAEFORD, NC — The search for a woman who claimed to be lost in the woods of Hoke County is still on, but by this time searchers aren’t too concerned about trying to save her.

Capt. John Kivett, the county’s chief of detectives, said deputies are looking for the woman who sparked a daylong search by federal, state and local agencies. The woman is believed to be safe, but she may be in trouble with the authorities, Kivett said.

On Tuesday, based on bad information, Sheriff Hubert Peterkin told a reporter that the woman had been found in a Bragg Boulevard motel.

That turned out not to be true, and the story of Jollyn Sue Silver’s questionable disappearance has grown stranger since.

Kivett said the story began Tuesday about 9 a.m. when Randall Dabbs, a 28-year-old soldier fresh off the plane from Iraq, called the Hoke County Sheriff’s Office in a panic. Silver, a 28-year-old woman from Oregon, who he said was his fiancée, was lost somewhere in the woods.

Dabbs told deputies Silver had called him on her cell phone: She was coming in from Oregon for his homecoming when she crashed her rental car somewhere in Hoke County.

Silver had just called Dabbs from her cell phone and told him the wreck had happened about 3 a.m., but that she been unconscious for several hours. When she came to, she began wandering through the woods, presumably looking for help.

But Silver got lost. She told Deabbs she was disoriented and scared.

The last thing she remembered, she said, was seeing a sign for the Raeford Inn and Silver Street, both located in Hoke County.

After Dabbs called, deputies began scouring the county, looking for a car wrecked on a road, but nothing turned up.

They talked to Silver directly a few times. Each time she was crying and scared, Kivett said.

“We were making an all-out effort on this thing,” Kivett said.

The Sheriff’s Office soon enlisted the help of Raeford Aviation, which volunteered a private plane so a detective could search the woods and roads from the sky.

Fort Bragg and the Highway Patrol also got in on the action, offering up helicopters for the search.

In the meantime, Silver was still in contact, mostly with her fiancée, but also with lawmen.

Once, she said she heard the sound of traffic. Deputies immediately advised her to walk toward the noise, thinking she’d find a road or at least a landmark. But she never did.

That’s when it started feeling weird, Kivett said.

“Everything we told her to do didn’t work,” he said. “Nothing worked.”

So deputies tried to find the location of the cell phone, but calls to Verizon, Silver’s service provider, and the 911 dispatch office that Silver had called resulted in nothing. Silver’s phone was too old and didn’t have the technology to allow police to trace its location.

There was something else that was strange, as well, Kivett said.

Enterprise, the company from which Silver had supposedly rented her car, had never heard of her. Neither had the employees at Knight’s Inn, the hotel where Deabbs believed she had been staying.

Kivett continued to dig and found that the calls Silver was making from her cell phone were hitting off a tower in Oregon.

So Kivett called police in Grisham, Ore., where Dabbs said Silver was from. Kivett asked them to go to the address Silver had given Dabbs to see who answered the door.

That’s when police met the other Jollyn Sue Silver. They described an overweight, 38-year-old, balding woman who didn’t look anything like the picture of Dabbs’ fiancée.

The woman said she knew nothing about the other woman using her name. The information the woman had given Dabbs matched the woman in the home in Grisham in every respect — name, address, phone number, even birthday.

A check of state files showed no record of the woman Dabbs’ knew having attended high schools or college where she told him she had. There was no record of her owning a business, though she told him she had owned and sold one.

“Everything I checked out came to a roadblock,” Kivett said. “It all came back to this woman in Oregon.”

So Kivett continued to dig. He spoke with a person identified as a friend of the younger Silver. She told deputies that Silver had left Oregon four days earlier and was on her way to North Carolina to see her fiancée.

Kivett wondered whether the soldier had been taken for a ride.

But Dabbs was adamant: Silver was his fiancée. He saw her several months ago when she surprised him with a visit during his leave. She was beautiful. She had never asked for any money from him.

At 9:30 p.m. Tuesday, Kivett heard from the missing woman for the last time.

She called, crying. She was cold and lost, she said. Even though she had found a pay phone and was only 75 yards from an open convenience store, she didn’t know where she was or even the name of the business.

“I told her to go into the convenience store and call 911,” Kivett said. “Ask the clerk where you are.”

But Kivett never heard from her again.

He’s not surprised.

Since then, her cell phone has been disconnected. So has the one belonging to the friend in Oregon. And the other Silver isn’t answering her door or phone back in Grisham.

“Basically, right now we don’t know what we’ve got,” he said.

He’s hoping that someone who knows more, someone who recognizes the missing woman’s picture, will call the Sheriff’s Office.

It’s time, he believes, to end this weird tale.

Mood:  not sure

When you suffer from a caffeine headache at 8AM.

I had a physical planned for this morning. If we fight fires we have to have a physical every 3 years. My appointment was scheduled for 9:30 and according to my instructions, I couldn’t eat or drink anything prior. Which meant I couldn’t have my 2 cups of coffee this morning. I started out okay. I was a little tired and hungry but I was fine. I get into work and went into our staff meeting and the ranger across from me was eating and I just got very crabby. That is also when the headache started.

I got to the clinic and they set me up with my favorite nurse, Diane. She is from Africa (Liberia actually) and I just love to hear her talk and she has always been so nice to me. She asked me how I was doing and I told her not great because I couldn’t have my morning coffee. We both laughed at my addiction and I told her that I had plans to swing by Starbuck on my way back to work for a huge Café Mocha and a chocolate donut. . 

It came time for them to take blood. As most of you know I HATE needles. The nurse remembered my flu shot and laughed that she would make sure this time…I was lying down. She put the tourniquet on me WAY too tight. It brought tears to my eyes. She searched and searched for a vein but really couldn’t find one so she was just going to try to see if she could hit it. I told her she has two tries. She poked me twice and no luck. By this point I was crying. Not sobbing just tears running down my face. Mostly from the pain but also from the fear of the needle and the fact that this wasn’t going well. Diane finally called another nurse to stick me while Diane sat there and held my hand. We talked about Lennie and her daughter going off to dental school and before you know it, I was done. My arm is still a little soar so I am sure it will be bruised tomorrow. Thank God I only have to do that every three years.

They took me into an exam room where I waited for the doctor. Who I swear looks like Professor Umbridge. She was short with short curly hair and round figure. She looked like a toad. I am not being mean, I swear that is what she looked like. She was very nice though. When I finished with the doctor they took me in to get my chest X-ray. That is when Diane showed back up with a cafe mocha and a chocolate donut. How awesome is that? I think she felt a little guilty about the whole blood incident.

They said that everything looked good and my lung capacity was off the chart. I am a great breather. LOL I just have to wait for the blood work to come back and I will be all set to burn the forest down.

I still have a headache and my arm hurts like hell so the plan right now is to go home, change into my PJ’s, make a hot cup of tea and snuggle with Potter and Fenwick.

I have got to start thinking about Mom and Anne’s visit this weekend. So excited I am getting visitors. I just love having company especially since Lennie is gone and the house is so lonely. I am hoping that Justin will be able to come down in May for the big reptile show. We always have a good time. He will be leaving tomorrow for CA for two weeks. He is going to be touring around and then helping a friend on the red carpet for the Hollywood Make-up awards (I think that is the show) He said he will get to help escort celebs down the carpet. I told him if he sees Mr. Butler he is to get his autograph and a pic. As my best friend I don’t think that is too mush to ask. LOL

Mood:  vegas lucky

Today I came into work in a black pant suit. Why the change from my ordinary outfit of the lovely green and gray uniform? Well I have a job interview today. Sometime back, I posted an entry about a job opening here at the lake. I put in for it back in Oct and hadn’t heard much about it until this week. I came into the office Tuesday and had an email that said that I had made the list of candidates and that they would be conducting interviews Thursday. There are 3 applicants and my interview will be at 12:45 (I am the last one to go). I am not too nervous yet. Although I am sure I will be when the time comes. I am lucky it is just my Manager and Assistant Manager doing the interview. Everyone keeps saying I am a shoe in but I just get this bad feeling that I am not going to be selected.  

So what will happen to me if I don’t get the job? Nothing other than I will be a little upset. My boss knows that I want out of my current position so if I don’t get it, my mood and enthusiasm will be much lower than my normal .level. Don’t get me wrong, there are days that I LOVE my job, but lately I have had so much admin work to do that it has taken time away from the programs I really enjoy.

If I get the job I will be a Natural Resource Specialist (basically a glorified park ranger). It would be a promotion for me which would mean more money. I would go to an alternative work schedule which would mean I would be off every other Friday. Most importantly I would get away from the desk. I would get out in the field more which is where I am most happy. There are some downsides to the job like the fact that I would come in as an intern for 2 years and hope that at the end of 2 years the job still exists. I would also have to sign a mobility agreement that would last for the 2 year program. My boss has reassured me that the job isn’t going anywhere and the likely hood that I would be deployed would be very slim. But these things still need to be considered when asked if I will accept the job. I was concerned that being an intern that I would loose pay but personnel assured me that I would actually get more money.

Lennie just called me to wish me luck and just hearing his voice has made me feel a little brighter. Monday was a rough day for me because I was missing him so much that I just ended up bursting into tears. Luckily I had taken Monday off to go and get my name changed at Social Security, the DMV, and my banks. I only managed to get two things done.

Because I had a rough morning of non stop sobbing I didn’t make it over the SS office till 11AM. When I pulled into the parking lot I noticed a line of people at the door. I walked up and inquired about what was going on. The woman in front said that so many people showed up at one time that it became a security issue so we had to stand outside until chairs opened up in the lobby. Thank goodness it was warm out. I finally made it inside and got my number…272. I sat down and heard the woman call 265. I thought well I won’t be here long. We got to 270 and then all the sudden I heard…number 35.” WHAT! Someone obviously doesn’t watch Sesame Street. 35 does not come after 270. About an hour later they finally skipped back up to 271. I was lucky that I had gone online and printed out the form I needed so once they called my number I was in and out. So now it was off to the DMV.

I walked in and stated what I needed and the officer said I had to wait 48 hours for the name change to post in SS. I was a little pissy but I was able to go back in this morning and didn’t have to wait. My new picture isn’t too bad, I no longer look like an angry Hispanic woman.

One of my banks allowed me to change my name Monday but the other bank said I had to wait till I got my new license. Hopefully next week I can go to the bank and then to the vehicle registration and I should be finished. Well except for the work stuff but that is going to take forever.

This weekend I am helping the Wildlife Commission and the Boy Scouts build fish habitats. Should be fun. Other than that I am just going to try to get things ready for my Mom and Sister’s visit next weekend.

Oh speaking of my sister. Some of you already know but for those of you who don’t. My sister is pregnant She is about 10 wks along so that should put the baby here sometime in Sept. I am so excited that I am going to be an aunt. Anne also told me that she and Jimmy went to the courthouse and got married on Jan 23^rd (1...2...3 so Jimmy can remember). I had started to make a garter belt for her wedding that was supposed to be this spring or summer.  It was going to be cute with a little crab charm on it. Thank goodness I didn’t start sewing it and I was able to cancel the order for the crab charm. LOL I was also worried about what I was going to do for her bachelorette party. Would she want it in OC or Baltimore? Would I be able to take time off from work to go? Would I even be able to afford to go? Well I don’t’ have to worry about that now. LOL But in all honestly I am happy for them both. I have already started to look at baby stuff.

I probably won’t have a chance to post tomorrow so I hope everyone has a great weekend.

It is hard sometimes for the public to understand that even though I work for the Army I am in fact not “in” the Army.

I decided the other day to go to Jason’s Deli for lunch. They have a GREAT salad bar. After paying I went over to collect my salad plate and as the woman hands it to me she sees my uniform and the patch with the word “Army” on it. She smiled and said she was so grateful for everything we do and wanted to thank me personally. I was shocked but with the current drought most people hate us because we won’t shut down the dam to save their water. I smiled back at her and said “You’re Welcome”. I then headed over to the salad bar to create my lunch. The woman comes over to me and passes me a business card and tells me to check out the website. I glance at the card and see it is for the “Rolling Thunder” organization. Crap! This woman thinks I am in the Army. For those of you who are not familiar with this organization…it is an organization of Harley Motorbike Riders who are Military Veterans. I looked up from the card to tell the woman that I am not in the Army but by that point she had vanished and I was holding up the salad bar line.

The one thing that gets me is not the fact that she thought I was in the military but the idea that she thinks I look like the sort of person that would ride a Harley. Although I think Harley’s are cool, I am not a biker chick. I think I am the kind of person that would be more comfortable on a Vespa. Do you think they would still let me join their gang? I can picture it now…Rollin’ up on my pink Vespa complete with glitter streamers and bike bell.

*Ching Ching* LET’S RIDE BITCHES!!!!

In all seriousness…Rolling Thunder is a great organization which brings awareness to service men who have been MIA or who are POW. So woman at Jason’s Deli….Thank YOU for everything you do.

Mood:  don't ask

Lennie called from Iraq on Tuesday. Somehow the internet and phones had been knocked out. Well all except one phone which was very staticy. That combined with the delay when you talk made the conversation very difficult. I did manage to get that he was doing fine except for a having a cold. He said that they finally moved into their barracks and got everything organized. He stated that after doing some calculations he figured that each guy gets 32 sqft of personal space. There are six guys to a room. There are 3 sets of bunk beds and each person gets a locker and a desk. Cozy! I love hearing from him. Hearing his voice lets me know that he is okay but it also makes me miss him more. He is hoping to have his internet hooked up soon so hopefully I will hear from him more often.

He had called me last Friday evening to tell me that he needed some items. One of which was bed linens. Can you believe we aren’t providing our solders with bed linens? We spend all this money providing the Jordanians with uniforms, tanks, HumV’s and weapons but we can’t give our guys sheets? I finally got the package together yesterday and mailed it off so hopefully he will get it soon. I just need to try to find a way to smuggle him some Whiskey.

I was supposed to go Irish dancing last night. Not the riverdance type. This is more like Irish Square Dancing. Maria called me about 6pm and said that she still wasn’t feeling well and didn’t think it would be wise for her to bounce around the dance floor (she is recovering from Bronchitis and asthma) instead she wondered if I wanted to go see the new U2 live 3D show at the IMAX. Not a huge U2 fan so I declined to stay home and curl up on the couch. I did manage to take Potter for a VERY long walk which I think both he and I really needed.

Work has been a little stressful this week. My boss forgot to tell me that I was going to be subject to a financial review. He has known about it for some time but just forgot to tell me. I printed out the review checklist which was 30 pages and it is due by the 31^st. I informed my boss that it was highly unlikely that it would get done by then. He stated that I had to make it a priority and I lost it. I have about 20 other things that are also a high priority and maybe if he had given it to me back on the 10^th I might have been able to get it done. I think he is avoiding my desk now. I got a little reprieve this morning when I got a call from the District to tell me to wait until they had better instructions. So now I am going to use this time to go see one of eagle nest.

He did give me some good new yesterday. Some of you may remember me talking about a vacant ranger spot here and that I was going to apply for it. Well I made the cert and my package had been submitted for review. So maybe soon I will be a “real” ranger.

Mood:  caffeinated

Well I was hoping for a snow day but no such luck. They were calling for a wintery mix this morning then turning to rain by noon. I was hoping that when I woke up that I would see a blanket of snow and that I could go back to sleep. I got up at 5:30, looked out the window and saw NOTHING!!!! WTH! I grabbed a shower then got Potter ready to go outside. By this time it had just started to rain. I got excited that maybe it would be freezing rain and I could just relax this morning and go into work about noon. When I turned on the TV the weather girl said that temps were above freezing so it looked liked a pure rain event. L So now here I sit at work in front of my computer screen with little enthusiasm to actually do any real work.

The writer strike has really messed up my TV viewing. I was looking forward to Heroes coming back on but it turns out that it will not be on till after the writer’s strike. I have Supernatural tonight which is a repeat but with the lack of anything else good on I will watch it. Plus I will get to see Jensen which is always a highlight in my long week.

With the lack of TV it appears I will actually have time to get some reading done. My sister gave me a bunch of books and a girl at work gave me a couple, so I have a lot to keep me busy. Not to mention that I need to finish my Thank You’s and work on my wedding scrapbook. I am also working on a special gift for my sister so I have to find time to finish that.

I got an email from Lennie on Tuesday from Kuwait. They got there okay but I don’t think he is too happy that 16 of them and all their gear are shoved into a hut the size of a hotel room. They will only be there for a few days before heading into Iraq. I still miss him and every once in awhile I find myself tearing up but it is getting better. I know you all have been after me to get you his address and I promise I will get it out soon.

My sister is still under the weather. So for those of you who read her blog and have been wondering where she has been….in bed sleeping and just feeling like crap. Mom talked to Jimmy the other night and he didn’t have a clue what wrong jut that she was sick. Hopefully she is on the road to recovery or making an appointment to see a doctor.

Speaking of appointments, I really need to make one with Will at the gym to start my work out. I also need to go through my kitchen and take a serious look at what I have been eating. Last night it was Sloppy Joes. Not very healthy.

Well I better get some work done although I really just want to go home and curl up on the couch with Potter and Fenwick. Only 2 days to go and then I have a long weekend.