I drove home last night in the snow. I live in Atlanta. Those two things should not go together, but last night they did.
I am not a fan of snow, so I suppose it is a good thing that I live in the south. Here are the reasons I do not like snow:
1) Snow makes people stupid. They forget how to drive cars. They forget how to work. Around here, they make a HUGE deal out of it.
2) Snow is wet. I do not like to be wet. My feet especially do not like to be wet.
3) Snow is cold. It requires you to wear a lot of clothes. And a big coat. Which makes it hard to move. I do not like to wear coats. I don't really like wearing clothes, come to think of it.
4) Snow is slippery. Who knew?!
5) Snow is tempting. The snow tempted Dave to throw snowballs at me. Please refer to reasons #2 and 3 for why this is a problem.
Reasons I like snow:
I documented this spectacle for posterity. Here's the footage of my neighborhood being besieged by snow:
The White Stuff
A busy week at work
This has been the first full week back to work since the Christmas and New Years breaks and it has certainly been a busy one. I have caught up on most of my projects, though there are still a few here and there that I need to complete. That's what comes with being the only marketing person for three separate companies.
But not anymore.
As of today, we have made an offer to a young woman who is going to be my assistant. Yay! I plan on teaching her every aspect of my job so that she can help me with anything and everything that comes up around here. In addition to helping me, she will also provide administrative support for our sales force (something that has also fallen to me in the past). If everything goes according to plan, I will become preggers soon, so she will be here to assume my role once I give birth, or if that doesn't work out, D should be transferring to another facility in the next two years because we are DESPERATELY wanting to get out of Atlanta.
When I first got to work on Monday, I also found out that the only two people that are a nightmare to work with have both been let go...one of them happens to be the boss' son. This is such unexpected news that I actually celebrated (inside my head, of course) until the guilt set in. No one should be jobless, no matter how rotten their attitude. So I hope they both land on their feet soon. Though I am glad that they will no longer be around her to harangue me. I attribute these sudden fortunate events to Janet Power. That Janet Power is some magical stuff, let me tell you.
The craziness that is my life
My little brother, Chris, came for a visit this past weekend and is leaving today. I really enjoy spending time with him and wish he didn't live 37 hours away. While Chris was here, my older brother, Mike, drove down and we all went to dinner with our dad and stepmother. The dinner went really well, all things considered. My father hasn't really been interested in our lives until only just recently. A part of me is glad that he is now trying to establish a relationship with his children, but another part of me would just like to tell him to Eff Off. I mean, why the sudden interest? Were we really that awful as children? He's also really into showering us with expensive gifts and emptying his wallet of cash and giving it to us every time we see him. The situation confuses me, but I try not to give it too much thought.
The best part of dinner was Chris' rendition of his drive from FL in a rental car. Dad has asked him how he got to Atlanta, since he had gone with mom to Florida when she left after Christmas. Chris told him he rented a car and drove up, then preceded to tell a story about how the steering wheel vibrated and pulled to the left. The hand motion he used looked like he was jacking off. Now, my father has a pretty perverted sense of humor, which is probably where the three of us get it from, but he is ubber conservative around my stepmother. The two of them together remind me of the Mr. and Mrs. Focker in "Meet the Parents." So to watch Dad try to keep all somber while Chris was making that hand motion was almost too much. I remember D and I looking at each other with identical facial expression that could only be interpreted as "That.Is.Awesomely.Funny.Don't.Laugh."
In other news, D worked a full ten hour day yesterday and before leaving, was told by the new temp boss that he was scheduled to work overtime in order to "escort" contractors around the airport from 11pm until whenever. This is in addition to having to work a ten hour shift today. When D told me this, my question was "When are you supposed to sleep?" The answer: tonight. This evening I will have the pleasure of being around a guy who has not slept in 36 hours and has worked approximately 27 of those 36. I wouldn't be able to do it, that's for sure. Hopefully, I can make D a nice dinner, then persuade him to go straight to bed.
December was...quiet
I only blogged once during the whole month of December. I can't blame it on being too busy or that I didn't have anything to write about. I am just lazy. Therefore, it is official that I am a horrible blogger.
Since I am new to this whole blogging thing, I wonder: do most bloggers blog when they feel like it? Do they schedule their blogging? Do they only blog about something that is blog-worthy?
I'm not really sure what would work best for me. I think I'd rather read what other, cooler people come up with than try and blog myself. Eventually, I'd like this to turn into a journal documenting the lives of my not-yet-born-nor-conceived children. There is only so much you can write about when it comes to owning five pets. Or a Scottish-Gaming husband. Not that I own him. He's just on loan from the 16th century where he would love to be if it weren't for the lack of electricity, running water, or indoor toilets.
I will now attempt to recap my December. I had a surprisingly pleasant dinner with my dad and stepmother, both of whom will never be in contention for "Best Parenting Award". My birthday was wonderful, thanks to my awesome husband. We went to a Falcons game...though I'm not sure the Falcons players were actually present. Centennial Olympic Park was decorated for Christmas, so after the game, D and I played around with my camera a little and I was able to capture some great shots. I am attempting to brush up on my photography skills now that I have a digital camera with a full manual mode and so far it's been a lot of fun. I got a lot of great birthday gifts: a beautiful silver necklace from my in-laws, an awesome sake set from my SIL, a gorgeous green leather purse from D, comfy pj's from my aunt and uncle and their family, flowers and brownies with cream cheese frosting from D, pretty earrings from my friend Emilie, accessories for my Dept. 56 Halloween collection from my mom and other items that were wonderful. I am spoiled rotten, I know.
Christmas was a lot of fun. Mom and my brother were here. We played Guitar Hero and Scategories and drank a lot of tequila. Mom and I went to Stone mountain to check out the Christmas lights. I can't really remember much else and I will totally blame that on all of the tequila!
New Year's Eve, we went to bed before the ball dropped. Because we are THAT EXCITING. And that's a wrap for December. I will have to make it one of my New Year's resolutions to try harder to blog in '08. Though I am making no promises and if I fail this resolution, I plan to place all of the blame on tequila.
