My poor neglected blog

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

I've had some serious writer's block. I can't think of anything good to blog about. I just don't want to rant constantly; I'd like to have nice things to say, but either way I just can't think of anything worth more than a few sentences or so. Sigh.

Maybe it's my new meds. I think they have definitely put me in a different frame of mind and I don't always feel up to stretching out my thoughts into something interesting. So forgive me, my very few readers. I shall return with something interesting to say, I promise.

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Office politics can suck it

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Is it just me, or are people wussies? Why is it that the bitchiest and/or least approachable people are the ones who complain about someone else when they feel like that other person is rude or standoffish? And why am I usually that someone else? Seriously, I’m not completely unapproachable. But if you come over to get a status check on a project I’m completely engrossed in, be prepared for the straight, blunt answer. You want to know where I’m at, here ya go. What more do you want? Do I really need to sugarcoat things and make it all smell like roses so as not to offend the delicate sensibilities of the hypocrites? Newsflash: I don’t do sugarcoated. Sorry, if you want that, go see someone who is completely into being PC so they don’t offend anyone. Or a politician. If you want to know where I am in the project, ask and I’ll tell you. I really don’t see what the issue is. Now bugger off!

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Things a 7 year old probably shouldn't know

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Last night, Jacob was having a hard time getting to sleep. He said he was having bad dreams, but I know that he hadn’t even fallen asleep yet and just wanted to snuggle. So he came into my room and I let him snuggle with me for a few minutes. Well I was watching Family Guy, so of course he started watching with me. At one point Stewie said, “You’re going to (bleep)ing die in about 5 seconds…” and Jacob said, “I think he means ‘F word die’”. Indeed. So I told him, “You know, as a 7 year old, that’s probably not something you should really know” and he replied, “I won’t tell anyone”. As long as we have an understanding.

Then, a couple of minutes later, Stewie called someone a tall glass of poop juice and that certainly got raucous laughter from him. A good poop joke is always a hit with boys. On that note, I put him back in bed. As I was trying to say goodnight to him, he was laughing so hard that I starting laughing really hard, which only made him laugh harder. Brian came into the room to see what was so darn funny. Jacob kept repeating the line and I told him not to bust that out at school and he said, “I know, I won’t”. Here’s hoping…

Posted by Michelle at 10:35 1 comments  

Monday Again?

Monday, June 8, 2009

Monday, back at work
Oh where did the weekend go?
Banging head on desk

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