Surprise- oh wait- redo!

The par-tay was a success. Of course I was all excited about screaming out "surprise" when the birthday boy came in the door and the only one that did was Julie. Good job Julie! I decided to do mine grotesquely late- like 30 seconds after he was here and after we all decided that maybe we should have planned it better when he came in. I don't think anyone noticed.

My friend threw a surprise party for her husband's 30th birthday. We used our house because it is a little bigger than hers (and she wouldn't have to think of an excuse to hide him while we got it ready).

I am so excited now I wish someone else had a birthday coming up they wanted a surprise party for! The decorations were awesome. It looked like Taco Bell (if you have been to the ones here in Fort Wayne) and we had games, food, and a couple drinks, lots of friends, and of course balloons!

I know the kids would go nuts if they saw all these balloons in here. I don't know what it is about balloons and kids... but they love them. Of course my cats won't go near them. I've been contemplating about taking one and tossing it into the pile to see what happens. I know that sounds mean, but I just wonder if they'll freak out, or pop one, or do anything interesting.

Garry is afraid of the blow drier. If he even sees it he's outta there. Millie's like, "I don't care, just don't point it at me."

Well today I finished painting my mini and that was a good surprise recovery. It's been a good quiet day...


Lesson: sometimes it's nice to let loose, but it's nice to relax, too.

Verbal Spit Up

So I was in a wiating room waiting to speak with a Mr. Souder when another man walks in the room and asks who I'm waiting for. I say "Mark Souder" If you don't know who Mark Souder is, he one the congressman of Indiana. The man laughs at me and says, "Okay I'll tell him one of his legislators are waiting for him."

I hadn't met Mr. Souder before this so I felt pretty goofy. I giggled at myself for like 5 minutes.

Oh and for those of you that follow my blogs on a regular basis... I made up to the birthday boy by making him a card. I used my fancy art skills by drawing a bag on the front and a cat on the inside. It said "I'm sorry I let the cat out of the bag" I think he liked it.

Lesson: Loosen up and laugh at yourself when you can. If you don't others will. Well even if you do others will anyway.

I let the cat out of the bag, then it peed on the floor

So tomorrow is our Customer Service Manager's birthday- also the boss guy I sit right next to. He's in my team. Our group is getting him a gift card and bringing in little tid bits of joy to help him celebrate turning another year older. It WAS a surprise.

I emphasise WAS because someone sent me an e-mail asking if I was bringing in brownies. I responded to her and our "team" (which includes everyone- even the birthday boy). I just wanted everyone to know what I was bringing, but instead I let the cat out of the bag.

I felt so so so so so so bad about it! I could have just melted in my chair. It's a good thing these bodies have bones in them. I'm sure I partially did. I think my stomach is slightly flabbier because of this...

I'm sure the bossman would have let it slide and politely ignored it- but every team has an unpleasant fellow and of course OUR unpleasant fellow had to respond via e-mail- to the team (including the birthday boy) "Well now that he knows he may as well bring in something, too"

Ugh- could it possibly get any worse? I sent an apology out to to everyone in the group for my faux pas. Except for the birthday boy. I could have just crawled under my desk for the rest of the afternoon. I know my face had to be so red. I'm glad I wasn't wearing anything bright.

Of all people to do something like that it had to be me! I suppose it could have been worse. I could have sent it to "customer service" (which is the entire company). I have done something similar... meant to email OUR customer serice and accidentally e-mailed a vendor's customer service. I just didn't mention that to anyone at work. I suppose if they read my blogs they know now. FYI it was a LONG time ago- like when I was newer... 2007.

Well later I got a notice from one of my hotels in CT they will be testing thier fire alarms... I wonder if I will hear it.

I can't help but wonder if this was my sign??

Lesson: You've all heard this before- but make sure you know WHO you're sending your e-mails to, especially in a business. At least it wasn't porn or something!! *shew*


PS: Any suggestions on a gift/treat for "i'm sorry i messed up your surprise" would be greatly appreciated.

I prayed

For a sign, a definite sign. I've always wanted a fleece on the grass type of sign, but in this day and age I think even if I got my sign I probably wouldn't recognise it. All I want is a "yes" or a "no" to a decision I just can't make on my own.

So I consider myself semi-religious. I haven't gone to church since before my divorce, but I do pray every day. Okay most days. I try to remember to. I used to read the bible every day, but I don't any more, it is in my living room when I get a hankering to... It's one the preacher's wife gave to the Ex and I. It's a "couples" bible and I don't like it for that reason... I used to go every Sunday- drag the kids out of bed and make them go to Sunday school (even though I have never been partial to Sunday school myself) because it was "good for them" The ex would never go with me because of the hypocrites. He would say he would and promise, but would never follow through. So I went by myself- with the kids.

So church hasn't worked out for me and I keep telling myself I want to go and I need to go and I should teach my children religion so they can grow up and make the right decisions and moral values... Not that I don't do a good job on my own- I just think that religion is important.

Anyway- I'm faithful enough that I believe God would lead me in the right path. I'm one of His children. Not a very good one, but one at least.

I don't think I shove religion in people's faces or rub my righteousness in the airs about my head. In fact, I guess I would consider myself more of the meek kind. I don't like to be outwardly judged by my actions because I know I'm not the epitome of perfection people expect from those that proclaim to be religious. I have my faults and I know they're big. I stumble quite a bit, dust myself off and trip again. I do that in more than a metaphorical way, too.

Well I'm waiting for my answer, for my sign. I'm waiting for the empty feeling to be filled. Somehow I don't think a "yes" or "no" will really give me the answer to the questions I have. But perhaps it's a start. What I need is a direction.

Lesson: Praying is good for you, so don't forget your prayers, sometimes God can help you sort out your life, too.

Wants and needs.

Gwyn has been learning wants and needs in Junior Achievement. I was thinking of what I want... That I could go out and go dancing and karaoke and just crazy fun with hubster and friends. Maybe it's because I'm getting older but no one ever likes to do that kind of thing these days... I wonder if I ever got the partying out of my system? I was so responsible in my early twenties. By time anyone will finally go with me I'll be too old!! (I'm not getting any younger, ya know!)

Of course I also want to not have to fold the pile of laundry sitting on my couch. I also want the upstairs to magically clean itself and I want to skip my shower because I'd rather sleep in an extra 10-15 minutes.

Yeah there are a zillion things I want and don't want... I'll never have what I truly want will I?

I was driving in the car picking up my kids after work thinking that my chiropractor is 42 and has had his new office for about 5ish years. So when I'm 42 I should have had what I wanted (in a career) for about 5 years. Then I thought that is just his new office. He's probably had his practice much longer than that. That is a stupid goal.

Lesson: I should go to Junior Achievement and learn the difference between wants and needs... Gwyneth doesn't remember. I asked her.