Boredom...

I have SO MUCH to do at work, and I am SO FAR behind!

To get access to some of the tools that I need to do my job, I need to take "mandatory training" that should last a mere 30 minutes.

Ok... I can multi-task and half-listen while I do REAL work.

But this training has droned on and on and on and ON for 75 minutes! And it's still going strong!!!

YIKES!!!

Will I ever just get my user ID and password to use the darn web conferencing / collaberation toolset??????????

Allergies Suck

It's a bright sunshiney day...
and I. AM. MISERABLE.

My eyes are watery and itch.... A LOT.
My nose is runny... and itches A LOT.
I sneeze
and sneeze
... and sneeze
....... and sneeze some more!

I can't breathe out of my nose.

I take Zyrtec and it doesn't help.
I take one Benadryl and it helps only a very little.
If I take another Benadryl, I'll be asleep.

I hate allergies.

Madison is the fourth worst place in the USA for pollen and other allergens this spring. If you don't believe me, look here....
http://www.medicinenet.com/10_worst_cities_for_spring_allergies/article.htm

The Radio - A Joke

I received one of those "chain emails" today from my Sister in CA. It's hilarious so I'm sharing with the blogosphere..

Just when you have lost faith in human kindness, someone who teaches at Kean Elementary in Wooster, Ohio forwarded the following letter. The letter was sent to the Principal's office after the school had sponsored a luncheon for the elderly. An old lady received a new radio at the lunch as a door prize and was writing to say thank you. This story is a credit to all humankind. Forward to anyone you know who might need a lift today.

Dear Kean Elementary: God bless you for the beautiful radio I won at your recent senior citizens luncheon. I am 84 years old and live at the Sprenger Home for the Aged. All of my family has passed away. I am all alone now and it's nice to know that someone is thinking of me. God bless you for your kindness to an old forgotten lady. My roommate is 95 and has always had her own radio, but she would never let me listen to hers, even when she was napping. The other day her radio fell off the nightstand and broke into a lot of pieces. It was awful and she was in tears. Her distress over the broken radio touched me and I knew this was God's way of answering my prayers. She asked if she could listen to mine, and I told her to kiss my ass. Thank you for that opportunity.
Sincerely, Agnes Baker

Gym Fridays

It seems that no one works out on Fridays. (Honestly, I usually only work out on Fridays if I can sneak it in before 5pm.) But this week was different.

At the gym this Friday evening, there were a mere FOUR people there. And one was a trainer! It was a very different experience than normal. No waiting for a machine... and I could stay on as long as I wanted, not a 30 minute limit.

It was interesting to watch the personal trainer. He had his trainee spend only a little time on a treadmill -- running, not walking. Then not a single weight machine was used! All good old-fashioned calisthenics. Lunge while you walk around the entire track. Now do it holding some dumbbells. Crunches. Some free weights - biceps and presses. No need for expensive Nautilus gear... just do the basic push-ups, sit-ups, lunges, and squats. Mix in a little running, and viola! You're a new person. :)

I don't have cancer!

YAYYYYYYYYY!!!!

Yes, I was EXTREMELY worried. When the doctor tells you they found "an area of concern" on your test, it scares you. Very much.

Glad to report that after more tests, it was decided that I DO NOT have cancer. Whew! I didn't realize just how worried I was until the weight was lifted from my chest. I can breathe again. :)

Do the Happy Happy Joy Joy dance with me!

The joy of new construction

Last weekend, I was bitten by the Spring / Summer bug. I spent hours cleaning our screen porch, hosing down the patio, and cleaning all of the outdoor furniture. I'm looking forward to quiet evenings on the porch, or sitting in the sunshine on the weekends.

Today, a builder began digging in the lot behind us. Crap. Our porch is already getting hit with lots of blowing dirt. And it will continue with dirt and construction dust and debris for the next 3-4 months. So much for backyard cookouts this year. Right now, I've got a great view from my patio of a big dirt pile. :(

If a family was happy about building their dream house behind me, I might be able to be less selfish in my thoughts. But the builder is putting up another spec home and doesn't have a buyer yet.

And to top it all off, the builder is constructing the house very deep on the lot and close to our backyard lot line. This will make it only more difficult for us to sell at a later time, and it will give me a great view of their house from our patio.

I'm very disappointed today. And crabby.

My sturdy left breast..

Who knew?

I went for a mammogram last week. I don't believe it when women say it's a "little discomfort". It plain HURTS. If someone only feels "discomfort", then I feel sorry for her lack of breast stimulation!

Anyway, I digress. I went into the room for the films.
The right breast was done..
Top to bottom pancake - click.
Side to side pancake - click.

The left breast was put into the vice grip...
Top to bottom pancake - NO CLICK.
Let's try it again!
Wait for it.... NO CLICK.
And again...
NO CLICK.
And again...
NO CLICK.

By this time, the woman was distressed that I broke the darn machine. (I always knew my breasts were small, but never thought of them as MIGHTY!)

And may I say that I was not pleased also? When the machine senses it took an image, it automatically releases the vice tension on your breast. However, when it DOESN'T take an image, it stays locked TIGHT in place until the technician comes over to crank your breast free! Ouch!!!!

Anyway, we end up going into another room with a different machine to finish the left breast films. Finally!

And what happens today? Oh, the clinic calls and asks me to come in for MORE films of my left side! (This is very normal, so don't freak out.) But really, how many more pancake-like smashes can my little teeny breast take??