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They missed the memo!
I made it through the conference basically unscathed only to return to a minor shit storm at work. I have yet to post about what is going on there, but suffice it to say that it lends itself to copious amounts of drinking and I really don't require any more excuses to do that on a regular...uhum..er... I mean...infrequent basis!
I spent the remainder of my weekend coming down from the time zone change and attempting (poorly I may add) to get my ear to 'un pop'. Now that I think of it I have spent the better part of a week trying to get an ear to un pop! Fuckers! On the way down it was my right, when we were landing back home, it finally 'popped' and the left is currently housing a small aquarium inside.
I know- the drama... I really need to get out more.
I rather enjoyed being away......from work! I feel I needed to clarify that statement... Hi Honey!!!!
I am not feeling too bad about this week in general though as I technically only have to be physically present in the office for 3 days because then we are off travelling back home to see the niece and nephew graduate from High School. Oh yes, we will travel 7 1/2 hours through snow capped mountains, artfully dodging wild life of the four and two legged variety in the middle of the night so that we may sit through a 4-5 hour ceremony of overtly hormonal teenagers who are being thrust into adulthood..oh..uhm...er....to see our beautiful niece, and handsome nephew celebrate their rite of passage. Please don't misunderstand.. I love them terribly and I am honored that I get to go and see them graduate and get to see them all dressed to the nines.
What I am NOT a fan of per see is that the little fuckers aren't little any more and at some point I am going to cease being that cool aunt- oh who am I kidding I have already had that badge removed many moons ago- but a girl can dream can't she? Who said they could grow up? Meh!
X and I have been compiling a power point presentation - we are serious geeks get over it- for after the ceremony of pictures of them from when they were small to graduation day. There is a huge family dinner before they go forth and party and we plan on showing it there. We are keeping it on the down low from all the family members, except X's Mom who will be providing the much needed goofy baby pictures, we are snazzing them up and adding music and the plan is to add pictures of them in their cap and gowns on that day. So we finished as much as we could do last night and watched it. I started bawling, full fledged crying so your mascara runs into your eyes and stings kinda crying a whopping 2 seconds into the damn thing. Who does that? I now know that I will be a heaping mess of tears on Friday when I watch these used to be little people walk across the stage and get their diplomas.
So while they are dressed to the nines, giddy with pre-alcoholic beverage and hormonal anticipation ( not that they would do THAT!) I will be sitting in the stands fighting back proud auntie tears looking for any means to not bawl.
The current plan is that the un popped ear, won't allow me to hear anything sappy and my numb ass will distract me long enough so that I don't turn into a sappy mess during the ceremony; I need to save that shit for the dinner!
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I spent the remainder of my weekend coming down from the time zone change and attempting (poorly I may add) to get my ear to 'un pop'. Now that I think of it I have spent the better part of a week trying to get an ear to un pop! Fuckers! On the way down it was my right, when we were landing back home, it finally 'popped' and the left is currently housing a small aquarium inside.
I can tell you that I am a rather amusing site jumping up and down with my head all tilted off to one side, finger jammed in there trying to dislodge the fish
I know- the drama... I really need to get out more.
I rather enjoyed being away......from work! I feel I needed to clarify that statement... Hi Honey!!!!
I am not feeling too bad about this week in general though as I technically only have to be physically present in the office for 3 days because then we are off travelling back home to see the niece and nephew graduate from High School. Oh yes, we will travel 7 1/2 hours through snow capped mountains, artfully dodging wild life of the four and two legged variety in the middle of the night so that we may sit through a 4-5 hour ceremony of overtly hormonal teenagers who are being thrust into adulthood..oh..uhm...er....to see our beautiful niece, and handsome nephew celebrate their rite of passage. Please don't misunderstand.. I love them terribly and I am honored that I get to go and see them graduate and get to see them all dressed to the nines.
What I am NOT a fan of per see is that the little fuckers aren't little any more and at some point I am going to cease being that cool aunt- oh who am I kidding I have already had that badge removed many moons ago- but a girl can dream can't she? Who said they could grow up? Meh!
X and I have been compiling a power point presentation - we are serious geeks get over it- for after the ceremony of pictures of them from when they were small to graduation day. There is a huge family dinner before they go forth and party and we plan on showing it there. We are keeping it on the down low from all the family members, except X's Mom who will be providing the much needed goofy baby pictures, we are snazzing them up and adding music and the plan is to add pictures of them in their cap and gowns on that day. So we finished as much as we could do last night and watched it. I started bawling, full fledged crying so your mascara runs into your eyes and stings kinda crying a whopping 2 seconds into the damn thing. Who does that? I now know that I will be a heaping mess of tears on Friday when I watch these used to be little people walk across the stage and get their diplomas.
So while they are dressed to the nines, giddy with pre-alcoholic beverage and hormonal anticipation ( not that they would do THAT!) I will be sitting in the stands fighting back proud auntie tears looking for any means to not bawl.
The current plan is that the un popped ear, won't allow me to hear anything sappy and my numb ass will distract me long enough so that I don't turn into a sappy mess during the ceremony; I need to save that shit for the dinner!
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