Memorial Day Fever

The one thing that majorily sucks about a long holiday weekend is having to go back to work. Three gloriously long days off and then back to reality.

"We're just kidding. You don't really have this much free time. . .EVER."

That's the voice of the vacation Gods laughing in my general direction.

I did, however, have time to go to a friend's wedding reception (it was lovely), take a short jaunt up to my hometown and then do a thorough deep clean of the kitchen. While everything was wonderful, I probably felt best about the kitchen deep clean. It really needed a scrubbing. Of course, now my back is aching from being on the floor on my hands and knees, but what can you do?

On Saturday, I spent some time with some of my favorite non-Chef people in the world. One thing about my current place of employment is that it draws some of the nicest, coolest being I've ever met. We all grouped together for a picture, the past and present employees, and just being around the group made me happy. Whenever I get the calling for a new job, its going to be a bittersweet moment. Sweet because the set-up I currently have is not the most conducive to having the best outcome for my work and because I deserve bigger and better opportunities. Bitter because I'll be leaving some of the coolest people I've ever met.

Speaking of bigger and better opportunities, a side note here: I could be very close to getting one of these in the next week or so. If you have any spare good thoughts, send them my way. I'll take all the good energy I can get.

Yesterday I went to my Dad's house to visit some people. One of the families that I stayed with in Germany was in there on their vacation and I got a chance to hang out with them. Plus, as a BIG bonus, my very lovely and naughty grandmother was there (Naughty is part of her nickname, so don't think I was alluding to any current bad behavior.) One of my aunts also made an appearance, so that was a big bonus too. I love it when my family comes together.

We were all hanging out at my dad and his wife (I'm not calling out names for the protection of my identity--not any other reason). It was a nice afternoon. When my grandma was leaving I was directing her out of my dad's very packed driveway and I didn't do a very good job. She backed gently into my car and I felt horrible. I know that she felt bad, and still does because she is a very empathetic and wonderful lady. However, if there were any car there to hit, I'd have volunteered mine up gladly seeing as it is a 12 year old car and while it runs well (after a recent $800 fix up), its not that important how it looks. Plus she merely nudged it so only some minor paint damage was done. I know she feels bad and wants me to have it fixed, and I will do anything I can to make her happy, but I kind of like it. It gives my car some personality and a great conversation piece. I'm just saying.

Well, I guess I should get back to lounging in the few hours I have left before the alarm goes off.

I'm Smug and I like It

Not really, but on the way to work this morning, I was behind a Toyota Prius with the personalized state license plate that read "SMUG." Being a South Park fan, I laughed out loud despite myself. Those of you who get it with me can chuckle to the delight of a giant SMUG cloud from George Clooney's Oscar acceptance speech colliding with the SMUG of hybrid car drivers. It's glorious. (on a separate note, my work won't let me go onto the South Park web site. It's blocked for being "tasteless." Their wording not mine.)

I've been away from the blog and when he's feeling particularly mean, Chef will look over at me and saracastically say "Great blog today." In my useless defense, I've been trying valiantly to get a new job and between my actual work and finding work, the thought of spending even a few more minutes on the computer every night is just too much. On the bright side, it's summer and things relaz a little at my job. Plus I've got leads leads leads galore on my quest for further employment. Wish me luck.

For now, Chef is out of school for the summer and loving every minute of his break. I'm cranking away. One friend is getting ready to pop out a kid, another is getting married and a third is getting married this weekend while preggers. It's apparently been a busy year for other people as well.

Just something to ponder on. . .

A quick thought to send people's way:

If Sheryl Crow is so damn committed to the environment and wants ME, the girl who had to buy extra toilet paper in college when it was her turn because she used so much, to use only one square of TP when I go, then why is her song the background music to an SUV jingle?

Anyone want to wager a bet on that one? She cares enough to lecture, but is okay with selling her song to promote gas guzzling cars.

I'm just saying. . .