This is a three-day work week for me. It's not as cool as it sounds. I have two trainings at the end of this week I'm preparing for and an all-day conference I'm attending Thursday, which cuts a big ol' chunk out of my planning time. The thing I'm looking forward to the most about this "Exciting opportunity for administrative professionals" is that one of the local newscasters is hosting it and I plan to stalk her until I get her autograph and maybe even yell at her a little about why her stupid TV station cut into the season finale of Friday Night Lights. Maybe not. Looking forward to the food, too. Always with the food.
I was catching up on some celebrity gossip while I shoveled down my Lunchables today and I saw a picture of Pamela Anderson that was very scary. Girlfriend really needs to lay off the raccoon strength eyeliner and whatever she's injecting into her lips. It made me thankful to be mediocre looking so that I don't have to have a total breakdown over the fact that my whole life has been based on my looks and now my looks are starting the inevitable slide downhill. Then again, she got to sleep with Tommy Lee and Kid Rock, so what am I talking about. Screw her.
You know how the economy sucks? This state's unemployment rate is now third or fourth in the nation at 11.4% as of the other day. I work for a state college. And here's the confusing part. If they're not calling us into budget meetings to try to brainstorm how to save money, they're sending us emails telling us to request any new equipment we may want to be considered for ourselves. Because you know - the end of the fiscal year is coming no matter what and God knows we have to spend all our money or it might look like we don't need as much. I almost asked for a laptop and a flat screen TV for my office, but instead I replied I didn't think I'd be needing anything. When I told Brian he said, "Oh Hell - they're going to think you're some crazy conservative." Uhh...
Wanna here something really weird? Brian has a 24-year-old male cousin (Josh) who just finished basic training for the Air Force. This was a pretty big deal with the fam since this kid has been the epitome of only child/mama's boy his whole life. But it seemed to be going well; his mom actually let him leave the house to join the military and she survived it and then she was proud and happy to attend his graduation in Texas two months ago. The other day though, Brian's mom told me the dark rest of the side to the story. Josh put in his request to be stationed in Charleston, South Carolina and somehow they gave it to him. I was under the impression the military doesn't usually do stuff like that, but maybe they're desperate these days? Especially the Air Force?
Anyhoo, Josh is now there, which is about a hundred miles from his hometown. Every weekend his mother drives down and picks him up on Friday and then turns around and brings him back on Sunday afternoon. You know, so he can party with the parents all weekend, the strictly Baptist, old-fashioned parents. And this is what HE wants as well. A 24-year-old guy who chooses to spend the first free weekends of his entire life home with his parents??? Something is rotten in Denmark. Or in this case in Florence. Not only that, he told them he can get military discount tickets to Disney World and wanted to know if my mother-in-law wanted (she's his aunt) to go with him and his mom this summer. She politely declined - she might put her family above all others but even she doesn't want any part of that creepy mess. I asked her if she could picture Brian or his brother at that age wanting to come hang out with her and she near about laughed her fool head off. (Does it sound like I'm picking up a southern accent to you? Please stop me, anyone, for the love of all that is good and holy, STOP MEEEE!)(Must plan trip to New York immediately or else I'll start to sound like these idiots!)(But Heather called me "Key-im" in an email the other day and I just about wet my pants.)
God it takes talent to babble this much without actually having anything to say. Stay tuned for upcoming baby news, coming soon to a blog near you. No, I don't know anything yet. Yes, I'm doing just fine with the waiting this time. No, really I am.
Stop looking at me like that.