Weary

All this week, I've come home from work 

weary and completely mentally exhausted.

My boss goes through these phases of micromanagement.

I haven't been able to determine the trigger, if it is based

on something I've done, her personal life,
or something going on at the office.

Either way, it is, besides my commute, the only negative

aspect of my job.

Thank goodness it's not like this daily or my

head just might explode.

As much as I feel I have a good rant in me, tonight just

isn't the night to get myself worked up and irritated.

I'm trying with all I have in me to stay positive.

All week I've fantasized during the days about coming home, 

getting into my flannel jammies, and getting cocooned 

up in a blanket and falling asleep.

Instead, I come home, laze about and get trapped

staring at this screen.

I'm not doing anything important or valuable,

I'm trying to turn off my brain by watching

countless FAIL videos on YouTube.

I don't know what it is about people falling over

or off of things that get to my funny bone.

I have to note that it's only funny to me if they

are doing something stupid & deserve what they get.

I do not like seeing people getting set up to hurt themselves

and I certainly don't like seeing seniors fall.

I admit, I am a Johnny Knoxville/ Jackass fan.

Go figure.

As I look down to the bottom right of this screen as I type,

it is 9:49pm.

My goal is to be asleep by 10:30pm.

Where's Penny?

http://9gag.com/gag/1726118

Gotye and Walk off the Earth

Wally aka Gotye tweeted this link himself.

My favorite artist. 

My favorite song covered, with a twist.

RIP

I have a friend, who I've known since my youth.

We lived together in our late 20's early 30's
and are the same age.
43 years old.

My phone rang this morning. 8:30am on a Sunday. She's dead.

Life changes and we hadn't spoken in almost 2 years.

She had moved back to the town where we grew up.

I always see commercials about Heart Disease 

being the #1 killer of women, more-so than 

Breast Cancer, but it's never been a statistic that was real.  

Today, it's real.

RIP Jennifer.

Saturday January 7, 2012. Really?

Last night I went to bed early.

I grabbed Crockett, put on my flannel jammies, cocooned myself

into my blanket, and was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

I didn't even have to put on a DVD to drown

out the street noise. I was dog tired.

I had terrible dreams though.

Nightmarish almost.

Murder, death, I was being chased,

yelling, conflict, and I had to go to the bathroom.

This may be too much information, but when I have to go 

to the loo and I'm dreaming, I actually dream that I'm 

looking for a loo. Is it only me?

I was glad to wake up early today because with

my bad dreams, I was clenching my jaw and

had a bad night of Bruxism

and have a "shovel to the face" head/jaw ache.

The sun was shining so I got up, took

2 tylenol, got dressed and grabbed my camera

and Crockett and we went for a nice walk.

The weather is absolutely beautiful

and frightening.

It should NOT be like this in January.

Is it the calm before the storm?

That aside, I took a bunch of photos.

Here are just a few.  Or 12.

These 2 shots are what the sky looked like at the beginning of

our walk and at the end of our walk.

The clouds looked like cotton balls.

It was a sky that if an artist painted it like that, it wouldn't 

look right. It wasn't windy at ground

level, but the clouds were moving east.

Stalking Hunter?

I wonder if people look at me oddly when I crouch

down low to take photos of Crockett at his level?

Crockett found some snow.

And then tinkled on it.

Crockett really enjoys these walks in the park.

I swear he smiles sometimes.

Perfect way to start my weekend and no doubt,

Crockett will sleep peacefully all day and hopefully have

lots of good running and barking dreams.

Platform 9¾

Finally it arrived!

I ordered this online before Christmas.

I know exactly where it is going to

hang after I have it framed.

Look Ma! I Didn't Fall!

I got home early-ish tonight, which was nice.

My back is feeling loads better since I fell asleep last night

with the heating pad on, so I took Crockett for a walk.

I decided to go across the street through the parkette and
around the block as the weather was actually nice.
When I got to the path.....well, ICE!

Luckily there were enough dry spots between the ice & where
there wasn't, I walked on the grass.

Crockett is such a sweet Pug.
I drop his leash, but he stays close & always keeps an eye on me.

Snowman torso fail.
Too many leaves & covered in dog pee.
Crockett pee'd on it too.

Perfect hill for a magic carpet.
Remember those blue plastic sheets that
went so fast that death was always a possibility.

I got through the park and onto the clean sidewalk
without falling!  YAY!

Stiff I Was

Last night after my hot bath & grilled cheese

sandwich I went to bed and fell fast asleep.

I woke up just before midnight & couldn't move.

My lower back seized up and I was stiff I was.

I took a few minutes of trying to figure out the

best way to move with the smallest amount of pain.

When I was finally standing, I wasn't close to being straight.

I was bent over like an 80 year old woman with a severe 

calcium deficiency and feared my boosies were going to drag on the floor.

I went to the loo and got stuck on it.

I leaned forward and climbed up the wall with my hands

to get myself up. It was brutal.

All the while, Adam was up at his computer with his

headphones on & didn't hear a thing.

I woke up again around 3am and

took 5 minutes to roll over to reposition myself.

When my alarm clock went off this morning I wasn't any better off.

Nor am I much better off now.

Adam has made me a nice hot cup of tea.

I am going to enjoy it and then get into bed, get

in a comfortable position & have him put the

heating pad on me and I will read until I fall asleep.

Back To Work...Full Throttle

I was off work for a full 9½ days.

It was the first time ever I got time off between Christmas & New Year.

It was relaxing and joyful and relaxing and relaxing.

I loved being at home.

I loved not taking the bus.

I loved going to bed late and sleeping in.

I loved spending so much time with Adam & Crockett.

Last night, I had a bad night in that I didn't sleep.

I never have issues falling asleep.

It is something that Adam hates about me.

On a normal day, I put my head on the pillow and within

5 minutes, I'm asleep.

I looked at the clock a few times between 4:00am - 4:45am and then

decided just to get up already.

I had enough time today to put on some eye make-up

with my mascara and cut my bangs!

We worked today to have last Friday off, which I'm fine with,

except that the TTC were on their holiday schedule today

so my week day rush hour special bus was not running.

I had to walk 1.5kms from the regular route stop to the office.

It is a route that Google Maps warns,

"Use caution – This route may be missing sidewalks or pedestrian paths."

This morning, the sidewalks/street were covered in ice.

The ice was covered with a light dusting of snow.

On a good day, this walk should take 20 minutes.

Today, it took me just over 35 minutes.

I was literally one driveway away from my office

when I fell flat on my backside.

Luckily, the coffee I got at the Tim Horton's counter

in the gas station didn't spill.

The area was a ghost town so luckily no one saw me fall

down or struggle to get up.

I did get to talk to 2 guard dogs on my walk so that

was nice, even if they did want to eat my face.

I was looking forward to a nice quiet day of getting

caught up on e-mails and organizing the week.

This was no to be.

At 11:30am, my Manager & I had to

go over to the warehouse to do a quality inspection

of a container of goods we received that we'd been having

production challenges with.

27 skids.

Approx 160 cartons per skid.

Each carton had to be opened.

There were 2 inner cartons in each carton that had

to be removed an opened.

The items had to be inspected, repacked and

put back on a skid.

From 11:30am to 4:00pm we completed 2¾ skids.

Standing up, in a chilly warehouse.

From not getting a decent nights' sleep to walking 1.5kms in the 

cold before 8am and standing on my feet for 4½ hrs, I walked

through the door tonight in physical pain.

I threw off my clothes and went right into

a too hot bathtub.

Look. I've got prune hands!

Thankfully, after seeing what a big job this is

and the timeline we have to turn the order around, they'll

be calling in Temps to complete the task.

Good thing, or Adam would be married to a complete bitch this week.

I'm starving.

Craving Grilled Cheese Sandwich.

My Camera Is Pissing Me Off

Every photo I take is blurry.

It's getting worse not better.

Will it cost me more to fix my camera than it would to replace it?

I'm not prepared to find out right now.

I apologize for the substandard quality of my photos.