If you stand for nothing, you will fall for anything.

I am going to trip thru today. Just sort of hop over the unnecessary meetings, skip on over the bank and see what is really going on with our personal savings and my works investments. I woke up at 4am the other morning in a cold sweat. Why. Because i suddenly remembered that my work has investments in Fanny Mae and Freddie Mac. OMG. Are you 'effing kidding me. Once i got into work I emailed our investment rep, asking for a 'clear' explanation as to the safety of the City's investments. The investment rep wrote back that he was headed to a meeting and would 'call' me in the morning. That is code for I am not willing to put anything in writing . I FREAKED out, and waited for the phone call, which I put on speaker phone so my entire office could participate. The investment rep informs me, via the phone, that our investments are safe because the government has a moral obligation to make good on the investments principal amount. Hold the presses, is this not the bi

I cannot believe that it is Friday already. Where did the week go? Between the sickness, the days off, the sleepless nights, the meetings and phone calls I totally lost the entire week. I am glad to report that everyone is feeling fine. Everyone returned to their regular scheduled program: Lance - back to work (yeah) see channel 140 for further info. Pyper - back to the sitters, she sauntered in there today like she owned the place. See channel 440 (drama queen channel) for further info. Rylan - back to school, practice and preparing for his Sat game. See channel 550 future althele channel for further updates. Me - back at work, shuffling papers around and trying to look busy. I am going to drink my starbucks, and perhaps have lunch out today. See channel *666 for the Antichrist will return this weekend. I am beyond blessed in my life, and at times fail to mention it, recognize it or embrace it. I am lucky to have a husband that is my best friend, and the angst of my existence at tim

Too good not to post, regardless which party you are voting for......

Today has been tough, I have been pissed off ALL day, and it gets worse with each passing phone call. First off, Pyper is now sick. The child is home today with her father, so I made it to work. Only, after I paid in boogers and blood to get out of my house. The child was up at 4am, with a fever. I tried to give her the necessary medicine to cure the fever and go back to bed - the child spit it out. My head was about to spinn off. Then said child dumped her cup all over the couch. Angry does not begin to describe my mood. On the second attempt of getting the medicine down the childs throat, i shot it in there, and held her lips shut. Blew air in her eyes until she swallowed. It sounds worse then it was, REALLy. Once her lips could open she was screaming at the top of her lungs. I scooped her up, and brought her down stairs and placed her in the middle of my bed. *the bed where hubby was snoring the night away without a care in the world, while I am dealing with the devil c

Well, it is 4pm on Tuesday and I feel like it is still Sunday. Somewhere among the frantic weekend and the sudden sickness, I got lost in time. I just made it thru today, and I have idea what the hell I did all day. I know i did alot, my desk looks like a wreck, and my calender was packed full. But damn, if I can remember what I did two minutes ago. I was home yesterday caring for a sick 7yr old boy. He woke up a 1am on Sunday morning, letting me know that he needed to puke. So, once I wrapped my head around the notion that someone was actually talking to me at 1am, my eyes flashed open, my feet hit the floor and we found the local toilet. We spent the next 7 hours making frequent trips to the porcelain god or sturdy trash can. He was a sad soul all of yesterday, with his never ending fever and puking. I spent the day changing sheets, pillow cases, wiping down door knobs, and attempting to kill the germ before it takes over my household. I sent Pyper to the sitters, she was feel

Remember when your mother told you not to take CANDY from strangers. This is what she was talking about!! Happy Friday. Note: Sorry, to all the guys, gals that are working the InterPlay this weekend. I cannot make it or volunteer. Just too much going on. Plus we are headed to the country tomorrow , and Lance has streep tonight. Best of luck!!! Anyone interested in attending check out the link!! http://playstlfest.com/content/blogcategory/0/57/

I am REALLY struggling at work. I don't think I am cut out for politics, I don't think I can in 'good faith' stand the behind the scenes with the nonsense that goes on. There are bad deals begin made, there are indications of scheming going on, and am having a hard time getting thru it all. I am having a hard time keeping my mouth shut. *big surprise . I am to the point where I want to shout it all from the roof tops, call a spade a spade and pick up and go. Just go, go on with my life with my head held high and my pride in tact. But what if I am wrong. Although, every part of my intuition tells me that I am right. The stuff going on around here 'smells foul', it has a continuation of bad deals swirling all around it. And with each passing meeting, and each statement being made, the players become more and more clear. A statement keeps ringing in my head 'sometimes the right thing to do, is the hardest .' So, do you keep your job for the sake of a pay ch

Okay so there is too much going on to really write about today. I am crunched for time. I have a ton of photo's to share, and a few stories, grips, etc. All in due time, dear audience......I am swamped, cranky, pms'ing and I have a meeting tonight to prepare for - which is going to suck the life out of me. So in the mean time I thought I would share the things that make me smile: 1) Here Pyper on the potty. note: if you must poop- then be pretty while getting it done. Black pumps are so in this season. If she is anything, she is stylish. After you are done, being pretty on the potty walk away very lady like in your spiked heels. 'click, click, click down the hall she goes.' *for the love of god, even I dont ' really wear those shoes, they are killer. Here is recent photo of my football player. He is jazzed up and ready to go. Thank god you are having a good time, because it has been a learning curve for us. Praying for this day to be done!!!!

Well, things are hectic, but normal these days. Our schedule is panning out a bit. Practice has been cut down to two days a week rather than three - thank god! A schedule has been posted and our game on Saturday is at 10:30. YEAH! 10:30 I might actually get to sleep in past 6:30 am. However the game is in Hillsboro - do they not have games in STL? Everyone was glad I made it home Wed afternoon. And after an hour of being around, they were ready for me to go away. AWAY. Apparently, I am stressed out, PMS'ing, and being a BIZ-Nitch. I thought things were normal. ha!! The conference went well, and I thought I used my time wisely - networking. I met a few people - such as the Mayor / City Admin from Desloge, Mayor of Pilot Knob and exchanged cards with a few Mayor's from around the City. I attended the conference with several staff members and aldermen from the city I work for. They are not much fun, actually they are NO fun (and that is putting it lightly!). For the most par

I am out of town this week (again), attending a national conf in Springfield. I get to go home tomorrow and it cannot come fast enough at this point. I was sitting in a class yesterday with another younger guy, whom I know well, and he leaned over and stated 'so, how does it feel to be the youngest person around?' I just smiled slightly, it 'has its pros and cons.' In the same class our speakers name was Mrs. Buschyheadd (SWEAR!!). She was speaking about checking references, doing backround checks att. She stated that in this day and age you can even search google to see what is out there about some one. I laughed out loud. Here is the image in my mind................... You get a resume from one Mrs. Buschyheadd, you attempt to google one Mrs. Buschyheadd - dear god, you would be fired immed from all of the triple xxx pop-ups. I shared my 'funny' thoughts with my friend sitting next to me, he choked on his soda. Then I leaned over and told him, as an aft

We have money tree in the back yard that apparently we shake and money just falls off of it so we can spend and give it away. Who knew? ************************************************ Yesterday I get a call from Lance and here is how it goes: Lance - 'Hey, can we loan Marty $500.00?' Me - 'For what?' *mind you Marty is a good friend, married with one baby and one on the way. Lance - 'He wants to buy a mud-truck and is $500.00 short. He told me I could be half owner, too.' I can hear the glee in his voice. Me - my tone is ice cold, because apparently hell has frozen over . ' um. how exactly does one share a truck? Who pays for the parts when it breaks? Who claims it on their personal property tax? Who gets to keep it at their house?' Lance - 'I don't know. Michelle, you are making it more complicated. I mean really, how cool would it be to have a mudd- truck?' Me - 'Where do you think we are going to get the $500.00? And why wou

Dear god, I have started reading that 'effing' Twilight series. I am not sure how i got sucked in, but I am in with both feet and it has consumed my entire being. I was up until midnight last night wading thru the pages of the first book. *********************************************************************** Over the weekend I asked my 18 yr old niece if she had something I could read. I have finished all of my books and thought she might have something interesting. Her eyes got wide, a smile grew across her normally angst face and an 'ohh, yeah' slipped out of her mouth. Within 15 minutes she in front of me with 4 HUGE books and said the theme is 'vampires'. I cringed. I am not a sci-fi kind of girl, I am not a gory kind of girl. I am looking for mindless, aimless sexapades, flings and love that ends in the rain with a ring. She provided a side barr of 'it is a love story'. I threw her the 'yeah, sure' glance. She insisted I give the