Missing Head Channel

I came in to work this morning and was asked if I had ordered a head channel for a job being installed today.  I did not.  I knew the channel had been cut too short and needed to be replaced, but no one ever asked me to order it.  This being the case, I believed that my boss had ordered the replacement himself.  Frustrating!  So often I'm expected to be a mind reader (and I often am), but sometimes he makes my job extra difficult.  There are so many different situations where this applies, and I won't get into all of them now, but I'm sure I will another time.

We are going to use another head channel ... an extra we have in the shop, instead.  It is the wrong color, but if we put a fascia in front of it, no one should be the wiser.  I hope this works out and that the client will go for it and be happy.

Anniversary Dinner Drama

We went to the Olive Garden tonight to celebrate my son's one-year anniversary, and no Mormons showed up ... yay!  That was a concern since they didn't seem to understand that this was just a family dinner.

In any case, we had a lovely evening.

After dinner, my son and his wife wanted to have photos taken; they were both dressed beautifully, and my husband had his camera, so we found a pretty spot and started posing for photos.  As we're focusing on the photos, my mom says in a small voice, "Somebody help me.".  I turn around, and my mom is standing with her walker in front of her and she's leaning forward precariously.  My son, standing on her right, thinks that the walker is rolling forward, which is why she is leaning forward, and I standing on the left, assume the same thing.  My son grabs the walker on his side, and I grab the walker on my side, thinking we are keeping it from rolling forward.  

As we watch, my mom is still leaning forward, and getting closer and closer to falling on her face.  None of us can comprehend why she isn't straightening out, but my husband and my son's wife are just standing there staring.  I'm sure I snapped, but I said, "D, come around behind her and hold her up."  My mom says she doesn't need to be held up and I insisted that she did.  My husband finally comes to his senses and gets behind her and holds her up ... otherwise, I'm just sure she would have fallen on her face. 

I'm just so upset that he didn't think more quickly and move more quickly.  My God!  He has an elderly grandmother that is even older than my mother, and he takes care of her sometimes.  On the other hand, his grandmother doesn't really walk and stand at all, so maybe she wouldn't get into that situation, but it upsets me to think about it.  

But I digress ... Once we got my mom standing up and being held up by my husband, I suggested she sit down in her walker, and we got her turned around and sat down.  Well, partially sat down ... half of her butt was on, and the other half was off.  I'm sure I was a bit snippy when I told her firmly to get her butt all the way on the seat.  But doggone it!  I don't understand what is wrong with people!  Why don't they think?

Half the time I feel like I'm just about the only one with a brain.  I don't like snapping orders to people, but I think they would (almost) all walk away without their heads if they weren't screwed on!

My Son's 1-Year Wedding Anniversary

My son got married a year ago this coming weekend, and we are planning on taking him out to dinner ... just me, my husband, my mom, my son, and his wife.  My son's wife belongs to a Mormon church, and they are very nice, and they want to also celebrate this anniversary.  Without asking anyone, they invited almost the entire church to an anniversary celebration on Saturday night ... Saturday night is when we are planning on taking them to dinner.  Why would anyone just make plans for something like this without asking if they already have plans?  So my son's wife calls them and thanks them but explains that we are planning on taking them to dinner at the Olive Garden.  So next thing I know, my son is calling me in exasperation saying that the church members are now planning on meeting us at the Olive Garden!  No!  They are not being included ... how do we get them to understand this? 

By Myself

My husband's working at the club tonight, so I'm by myself ... all alone ... except for Buzz.  Since I'm by myself, tonight is all about me for a change.  Buzz is always waiting so patiently for me.

I fill the bathtub with hot steamy water, fragrant oils, and turn on the chroma-therapy lights in the bathtub (I paid extra for those, and they were worth it ... or maybe I should say, I was worth it!).  The bathtub fills and the fragrance of the oils fill my spa-like bath retreat.  The bathroom lights are low, with just the bathtub lights on and the under-sink lights on.  It's a beautiful spa retreat I splurged on when I came into a little money.

I climb in and turn on the massage hydrotherapy (not those big ugly jets, but the tiny bubble holes that work as well but look so much better).  It relaxes every muscle, and by the time I get out 15 minutes later, I know Buzz is still waiting for me.

I go into the bedroom and have the music softly playing.  I open my nightstand drawer, and there's Buzz.  Buzz is my friend when I'm alone, and my friend when I'm playing with my husband.  I lay down on my bed, soft and clean, warm and relaxed from my indulgent bath, and I gently run my hands up and down my body.  I look down at myself, at my beautiful, smooth, and firm breasts and tweak and gently pinch both erect nipples.  My pussy is growing wet and my thighs are starting to ache in anticipation.

I touch the switch on the first setting (there are 8 settings) in anticipation, and ... Buzz died right there in my hands!

What now?  I replace the batteries, and ... nothing!  I killed Buzz.  What will I tell my husband?  But I have more than one Buzz, so I locate a replacement for now ... yes, Buzz II is alive and well, and my evening continues ... hummmmmm ... good .... let me know if you want to hear more ...

Deeds of an Evil Bitch

So yesterday I worked as a Face Painter painting little kids at an corporate event. I love these gigs because I get to be outdoors and interact with lots of different people, including kids. The other entertainers are, well, entertaining.

One of the ladies I worked with (R), who also does face painting (among many other things), is married to another entertainer (K), which is not unusual. R and K both knew my husband for many years, and they worked with him for many years on various circus gigs. R was telling me how my husband's ex-wife (D) used to call her every day while K was on the road. D used to call R and tell her that K was fucking all the girls while R was stuck at home.

I remember my husband telling me how R would get so insanely, crazy jealous, and now I understand why. D is a nasty evil bitch; she always was, and she always will be.

TURTLES (TORTOISES) Part 2

The turtles arrived alive and well. Yay!

TURTLES (TORTOISES)!

Okay, I'm willing to do a lot of stuff for work for my boss, but now he wants me to mail LIVE TURTLES (TORTOISES)! They are going to someone on Lakewood, Washington, and I think they must be out in the boonies because the fees are too high! I'm an office manager for God's sake! Why am I shipping turtles!?


Here's the scoop ... One of our employees raises turtles (tortoises, I guess). It's a hobby, and it has nothing to do with our business. Anyhow, he got the owner into it too. So the owner has these 3 turtles he needs to send to Washington. What does he do? He packages them up (yes, they really do that) and hands them to me and says "Ship them.".


Okay, so I don't normally ship stuff anyway, and now I have to send live animals several states away? The receiver must live in the boonies because the shipping fees for 8 lbs of turtle were outrageous!


I'm still watching the tracking to make sure they have arrived, but they still haven't been delivered yet. Go turtles!

Messy Husbands

I'm glad to have D home from Japan, but I swear, I have so much more work to do on the house with him around! I clean and he messes, I clean and he messes, I clean and he messes! The house was perfect while he was gone because after he left I cleaned. But now that he's back it won't stay clean! I love him but ...

A Night at the Salon; Anticipation

So tonight after work I went to get my nails done at the salon by my house. I get gels (I hate acrylics!). My nails are short, stubby, brittle things otherwise. I had so much fun! I love it there, most of the time. My gal, T, was there; I haven't seen her since before Thanksgiving ... that's, like, six months!

I met T at the salon only a few months before that, and she was so funny, I just fell in love with her! No, of course I don't mean literally, but I just enjoy her so much. I never feel that way about someone right off the bat, but I sure did with her. And C, the gal who does her hair (and is one of the owners) is great, too!

So, I brought champagne (yes, it's that much fun ... we have wine, champagne, cheese and crackers, etc.) and we had a great visit!

My hubby is flying out of Japan tonight, and I tend to worry about it when he's flying ... or when anyone I really care about is flying. I guess it's silly since flying is so safe, but I get nervous. So it was great to get to visit with my fun friends and be distracted. Now I'm back home and worrying again. D will land at LAX tomorrow around 11:20 a.m. I'm taking off work at 11:00 a.m. to go pick him up. I figure with him coming through customs it will take a while, and I'll probably still end up waiting for him by the time I get there.

I'm taking the rest of the day off work tomorrow after I leave to pick him up. I'm so excited, I can't wait to see him in person!

A Crappy Day At Work

This day has been a nightmare ... two of our employees were terminated this afternoon and it was ugly. These are two young men, just turned 24 years old, twin brothers in fact. They had gone out the night before for their birthdays and had gotten drunk (they are alcoholics; both have DUI's and have come in to work smelling of alcohol in the morning). Their start time is 7:00 a.m., and they didn't make it in, and they didn't call work. They finally showed up at 9:30 a.m. One of the brothers had already been written up four times in the past year for the same thing. You'd think he'd learn his lesson, but not. And his brother had been written up a couple of times himself for the same thing. Very sad. Sad because we all like them; sad because they are alcoholics; sad because they are ruining their lives. I hope they will be okay. I hope that being fired for cause will teach them a lesson that will help them to change their lives for the better. It hurts my heart every time I think about it.

I could tell my boss was really trying to decide what to do; he knew he had to let them go but it was eating at him. He went out to lunch and came back and said: "I'm going to bring the boys in here in about 10 minutes and fire them and I want you to have their checks ready." I'm sure he saw the panic in my eyes because he said, "It's alright, you can take 30 minutes or so, but I'm letting them go in 10 minutes, and they can wait for their checks."

I had to process the termination paperwork and was being rushed by my boss. So giving me 30 minutes really wasn't any better because I really needed a lot more time than that to figure out the calculations. Plus I also had to process payroll today as well. And payroll was being a problem because I was getting system errors.

In the meantime, I had shop emergencies (the men couldn't find items needed for upcoming jobs), and I had telephone interruptions, and people kept coming into the showroom (I'm the only one there doing all of these things at the same time).

Bottom line, my paperwork for the two employees is all wrong and I have to redo it tomorrow, including voiding their termination checks and re-calculating them and re-processing them. Payroll didn't go through because of the afore-mentioned system errors.

My son needed money so he kept calling me at work, and then he came in to the office to get money during all of this.

After I left work and got all the way home, I forgot if I locked up after I left the office and had to go all the way back to work to make sure (it was locked, but I didn't know and had to be sure). After all that, I missed an appointment with a friend we had planned just the night before.

Just toooooo much to deal with. My back, neck, and shoulders were pulled so tight, and I felt terrible for standing up my friend (I NEVER do things like that).

It was a horrible day, and I didn't even have my hubby to hold me and rub my shoulders after I got home.

I know that tomorrow will be better.

Her Own Worst Enemy

I told B ... "NO! Do NOT friend her. I know. I understand the temptation. But do NOT do it." I told her that she will only hurt herself. It will NOT make her feel good. Just as L isn't worth my time, J isn't worth her time.

I considered "friending" L (my ex-husband's home-wrecking wife), but there is no way that bitch is my friend. I considered sending her a message telling her she was a home-wrecker (actually posting it on her wall), but there is no way that I want my ex-husband to even know that I saw L on Facebook, or to think that I would want him back because I DON'T. Those people are not worth my time. They are both inconsiderate, uncouth people.

BTW, today is my ex-husband's and my wedding anniversary. I would actually wish him a happy anniversary if he and I were to talk today ... I know he is thinking about it, but I'm much better off with D, who really does love and cherish me for who I am. We fit. We can be who we really are with each other, and I never had that with my ex.

I told B I was sorry her plans with her lover don't seem to be working out for her. I don't blame her for resenting J. I resented an old lover's wife when she decided to go to a concert that my old lover and I had planned on going to. But how could I really complain? After all, we were lovers and she was his wife.

Bottom line: I won't friend L, and I don't think B should friend J ... that would only make us unhappy in the end. And we both deserve to be happy!

She Resents Her Lover's Wife

I told my girlfriend about seeing my ex-husband's, home-wrecking wife's, Facebook comment. This prompted B to tell me about how she is starting to resent her lover's wife. My friend had planned the timing of her husband's trip in part so she could spend a day with her lover.

It turns out that her lover, and her lover's wife had an anniversary last week, so B thought next week would be clear. NOT!!! The lover's wife planned an entire WEEK of anniversary "events" and one is, of course, the day the lovers wanted to get together. B's lover told her he would try to make it one of the other days that B's husband was gone, but she hasn't heard from him. She is getting the vibe that he isn't going to make it happen.

My girlfriend finally realizes that she just can't depend on him to pull off any plans she makes for them. She's so frustrated and disgusted and hurt. She seems to be really fed up. Soooo ... she logged on to her lover's wife's Facebook page just to see what the bitch may have posted. But B discovered that she would have to "friend" her in order to access info on her page --- which she is sure the wife would OK in a heartbeat. After all, she thinks her husband and my girlfriend are simply great friends.

My girlfriend's question: Should she friend her? It's a good bet the lover would find out. She doesn't know if she cares or not. But she's also not sure she wants to read about all the great stuff they do together, and how wonderful their life is.....what would you do?

Annoying Facebook Post - April 23, 2010

I was on Facebook a few days ago and noticed a comment from my son's wife (my son's wife is one of my Facebook friends) that her husband (my son) was cleaning the house, and that she loved it.

I saw a comment from someone else that said "He gets that from his dad". I thought this was a very strange comment when I realized the person who made the comment was the Beotch that my ex-husband dumped me for. I clicked on her pic and up comes her Facebook page, and on it, it says, "C and I have been together for 12 years, we have 5 cats, a cute little house, and a garden filled with flowers.". I really wanted to send that Beotch a message that said, "Well, isn't that funny ... he was living with me as my husband 12 years ago ... hummmmm". Even better, I would liked to have posted it to her wall; I wonder how many of her friends know she's a homewrecker? I didn't do it, but I really wanted to.

What a fucking bitch!

The Week Before He Left - April 19 - 24, 2010

While I worked at the office all last week, my husband worked on getting his props and costumes together for a gig in Japan. He's an entertainer, and the entertainment industry has been painfully slow, so he jumped at this job. Who can blame him? Going to another country on someone else's dime? It doesn't pay a lot, but it should be fun, if he can stand the 24 or so hours of travel time each way. He's going to be gone for two weeks. Wow! That's a long time, and I am going to miss him very much!

I've been feeling a bit depressed knowing he's going to be gone for so long. The days passed by quickly with me taking my mom to dinner on Monday night, him working a gig Tuesday night, and him working his weekly swing club gig on Wednesday night (for $60 frigging bucks for five hours ... what a joke ... but that's another story). Wednesday I also learned that he had an audition Friday afternoon, then was going to be working another gig Friday night, and I quickly realized that I wasn't going to have much of a chance to spend any quality time with him before he left on Saturday for the next two weeks.

I was starting to feel very apprehensive thinking we weren't going to get a chance to see each other at all before he was gone for two weeks. It's tough when you don't get to see each other to catch up on what's going on or make plans to spend time together. We are a product of our society, our economy, and our desire to keep our nice little home. There is a price to be paid, and that price is usually in time and health.

We finally managed to squeeze in five minutes of conversation by cell phone on Wednesday afternoon during my short break at work. I asked him what he had going on Thursday night, and he said, "Nothing", so I told him not to plan anything because I wanted to spend some time together before he left, and he said he was thinking the exact same thing.

Thursday night came, and after I got home from work (a little late, as usual), we went out for dinner at a Mexican restaurant where I had an expired coupon for one free dinner for my birthday. With this economy I figured the restaurant would probably be happy to honor it, and they were. After all, once you add the Margaritas (they were $2 off because it was Thursday ... a nice bonus!), the restaurants still manage to make a profit.

After a nice dinner we came home, got showers, and generally made ourselves fresh and sweet for each other. He got the wedge sex pillow out of it's storage bag (keeps it clean), got out the condoms (safe sex is a must), and I got out the lube and some toys. Then we spent a very romantic and sexy evening exploring each other's bodies, giving and receiving pleasure, making each other wet and juicy, me cumming again and again (and again) until he came and we were both exhausted. It was a wonderful way to spend our only evening together that week before he left.

A new beginning

Okay, so I'm copying posts from a previous blog and pasting them into this new blog. Why? Because I'm paranoid I guess. I'm afraid people I didn't want to see my blog might see it so I'm starting from scratch under a completely new profile, email address, etc.