shades of bj on a conference call

So for those of you that haven't heard all the complaints from our house, BJ's new job requires that he be on conference calls, typically every night (M-F), for hours on end. I realize it's silly for me to complain about it...it's not me working those hours.

Some nights he's wearing his headset, listening in (ahem, babysitting), while he plays wii or Battlefield or whatever...piping in his two cents every now and then.

Some nights he's more involved sitting down in the office focused on contributing, advising, ordering, asking, suggesting, emailing, etc.

Some nights he's beyond stressed, wearing his headset while simultaneously talking on my cell phone and texting from his...till the wee hours of the morning.

Last night his call at 7:00 was a mere 45 minutes so we had most of the evening to hang out. His 11:00 call lasted till 3:30. But when he came upstairs to tell me goodnight (really he came up to pee) around midnight, I asked if everything was OK...he replies, "No, but I'm on it." Leaving me smiling to myself in the dark. Dadgum, I do love his confidence. Good thing he's a smart guy and can back it up!

The good news is, they're starting a rotation so that he'll only have to work two nights a week, then three nights and back and forth.

really, check it out

BJ and I went to see U23D at the IMAX theater last nite... It was AWESOME!! BJ is a huge U2 fan...me, not so much. I like a lot of their songs, but I'm absolutely not a diehard. However, I must to encourage everyone to see it!

Be forewarned, Bono is pretty cheesy...but the 3D aspect will blow your mind. BJ and I were both somewhat skeptical of the 3D technology, think back to Jaws...but I cannot explain how much you feel "right there." There were times that I thought the people sitting in front of us were waving their arms around to the music...'cept it was the crowd at the actual concert. Trippy, I tell ya.

address

If any of you are sending mail to us at 6660 Delmonico Suite D Box 237....STOP!!

We got a call today from that UPS store saying they had some of our mail. When I went to get it....one package and three bags of regular mail!!! I started sorting through it in the car...postmarks from September! Beyond frustrated, I went back inside to ask why they felt that after five months time, it was now appropriate to notify us that:

A) the change of address form I filled out with the USPS "Doesn't really work with their address."

B) when I asked specifically the day I closed the box, "Should I come by periodically, to check and see if y'all got anything by mistake?" To which she responds, "No, I'll take your phone number and call if you get anything." Today I get, "Oh, Anna doesn't work here anymore." ...nor did Anna mark on their records or the physical box 237 that it was closed, hence the other employees stockpiling our stuff.

In addition to their lack of notification to us, they apparently didn't see fit to RTS anything.

So, I have been informed that it is not the responsibility of said UPS store to follow up on three bags of mail, nor is it their responsibility that we have $100 in fees to BJ's credit card (that he NEVER uses except that one time right before we moved) and that I don't really have full medical coverage because that crap has been sitting in their floor for five months!!

On the bright side...I have done a major overhaul of our organization system. I've sorted through every single bill we've gotten since the move (that I've been just stacking in a pile on the floor in the office) and we're all paid up. Tomorrow, BJ has a few folks that he needs to notify of our correct address (ahem, the company he works for) and then we'll be all set!

fat tax

We finally joined a gym last week...I think it was Monday or Tuesday. Mom asked me Sunday nite if we'd gone yet..."No, shut up!" She cracks up and tells me about that my cousin, Megan, refers to their monthly gym membership draft as their "fat tax." How appropriate...

I went yesterday. Today, I'm taking the day off...call me lazy or call me sore as all getout. I don't care, I'm not going. Tomorrow's another day!

link

Since today is MLK day and it's snowing in the Springs...I'm sitting here in my pj's, stalking blogs. I stumbled across one that I wanted to share with you all.

I've been consumed by Nate's blog for the past two hours.

His wife, Tricia, has Cystic Fibrosis and is waiting for a double lung transplant. January 8th she gave (very, very premature) birth to their "miracle" baby girl, Gwyneth.

Nate is an amazingly candid storyteller with great attention to detail and a touch of sarcasm (which I greatly appreciate)...not to mention the faith in our Lord that he's sharing with the masses of his blog readers.

If you have the time, read some of his posts...otherwise, take my word that you should be praying for Nate, Tricia and Gwyneth.

dry spell

So it's looking more and more like subbing isn't going to be the full-time job I was looking for. It is officially Thursday of this week and I've worked 1 1/2 days. Yesterday we woke up to literally a trace of snow and this District Weather Operation Status: CLOSED on the D20 website!! WHAT?! My 1/2 day job for today just called to cancel because her meetings have been rescheduled. I don't have anything lined up so far for tomorrow...

I think I really need to find a "real" job....or Colorado Springs needs a flu epidemic.

A little "aside" for you all: this is the only reason I'm counting my blessings that I've been stuck at home lately...

hair ball

Why in the world would the girl voted "best hair" for Tascosa's 1997 graduating class do this?!?!
Really, it's just snags that I cut off our living room rug. I didn't realize how much it looks like braided blond hair...which is kinda weirding me out now.