I can relate to Golidlocks.  Not in the breaking into someone’s house, damaging their personal property or eating all their food kind of way.  But in the not being able to get confortable kind of way.

We have a new bed and I hate it.  It’s not that its not comfortable.  It is very soft and plush.  it just smells funny to me.  No matter how much I spray it with linen spray or put dryer sheets under the sheets, it still smells funny.  I haven’t slept on it since we got it a month ago.  Most nights I stay up late playing on the computer, looking up things like www.stressandhairloss.net because work has taken me there and falling asleep on the couch.  If I don’t sleep on the couch I sleep with Maks on his bed or in the spare bedroom, neither of which are very comfortable.

I just want a good nights sleep.

I have pimples.  This bothers me to no end. 

I didn’t have acne nodules as a teenager or in my twenties so having them now bothers me.  It seems like as soon as I crossed out of the twenties I got zapped with all kinds of teenager issues.  I have pimples / zits, my hair isn’t right and I can’t find lipstick that works.  I can relate to Benjamin Button.  I feel like as though my body is moving backwards through time even though my age is moving forward.

Last year when I lost 25lbs in time for Caribana I got rid of all my “fat clothes”.  I was wearing a size eight at the time so I threw out all my 10’s and 12’s.  I didn’t want to know that I had clothes in the house that I could fit into if I gained back the weight.  It was supposed to be my motivation for keeping the weight off.  I didn’t need to keep articles on the fastest way to burn fat because not having the clothes in the house would be good enough for me to keep the weight off.

It didn’t work.

Getting promoted meant that I started stressing out more.  And since I am an emotional eater it meant that I was eating more.  It also meant that I didn’t have time to work out anymore.  So I gained back the weight that I lost and now nothing fits.  My pants are so tight they cut off circulation to my legs and my shirts don’t stayed buttoned.  But it kills me to have to go buy new clothes. 

To me having to buy new clothes means admitting that I have failed.

This happened today at 3pm. 

*ring, ring*

Me:  Hello, Super Fun Greatest Place to work, ever!  Meli speaking.

Client:  Meli, I just sent you an email.  I need that report run again and I need you to do an analysis down to the lowest level for every single line.

Me:  OK, when do you need it by?

Client:  close of business today.

Me:  OK, that is kind of tight.  How much data do you have?

Client:  Not much, only 60, 000 lines.

Me:  ….

Millhouse did something today shocked him. 

He went to the dentist (this isn’t the shocking part) but as he was leaving he made an appointment for Maks to go visit the dentist for the very first time. 

I know that he is kind of late at almost three years old but we wanted to wait until we thought that he would be able to handle a strangers hand in his mouth without biting them.  So the appointment is made and Maks is leaving behind his baby days and moving into his big boy days. 

I don’t think I am ready.

Now I mean this in the most loving way possible. 

But he is. 

The reason I say this is because of his voicemail.  Yesterday his voicemail said:

“Obviously, I am avoiding you.  Leave me a message and I will call you back if I have nothing to do.” 

This message usually resulted in me hanging up on him and calling back 50 million times because I refused to leave him a message.

Today I wish to tell you what his message says but I can’t because it is in Arabic.  I don’t speak Arabic and neither does Millhouse.  Millhouse had his friend who does speak Arabic record the message.  I am assuming it says something to the effect of:  “Hi, I am not here right now but leave a message and I will get back to you.”  But I am not sure.  He could be ordering a pizza or talking about hemorrhoid treatments for all I know. 

I have to say that I have a sense of humour and this is funny if Millhouse’s phone wasn’t the emergency contact number for the daycare!  And the last thing I want or need is the daycare calling in a panic because Maks was caught in a compromising position with Miranda*, again, and instead of getting a responsible parent on the phone they get someone ordering lingerie in Arabic.

*they hug people, that is all.  They are only 2 for goodness sakes!

Hooray for the weekend, in bullets!

• My favourite pair of tights ripped right behind my left knee today.  It was in a place that everyone behind me could see but I was oblivious to until I went to adjust my boot.  It would have been nice if someone told me that my tights ripped.
• 60000 lines of analysis required by 5pm.  I tried but I only got 5000 lines done.
• Being called into a meeting with my boss as soon as I arrive and not even having time to take off my coat until 10am.
• No more pops from http://www.coloncleanser.net
• 2 days of being blackberry free!
• Waterpark!

Hope you spend it with the people that you love and lots of chocolate!

The furnace in my house is messing with me.

The second floor and the basement are always super hot but the ground floor is really cold.  I am on the ground floor now and I am freezing even though I am in sweatpants, a tee shirt and a hoodie.  If I were to go into the basement or any of the bedrooms, I would get so hot my eyes would dry out.  The hottest room in the house is Maks’ bedroom and I feel so bad for him.  It get so hot in there it is hard to breathe sometimes.  We have a fan going in there all year round because it just gets so hot.

In the summer it gets better because if it gets too hot we all sleep on the patio furniture.  But I think this summer we are going to get someone it come in and look at how our furnace and ducts because I think there is a disconnect somewhere.

I have to clean my house today.  That’s the plan anyway.  It’s my plan every weekend.  In my head I say I am going to break out the Anilox cleaner, the magic eraser and the swiffer and make my house super duper clean.

This is what I say.  It never really happens that way.

Since Saturday is errands and cleaning day, I usually get carried away with the errands part and by the time we get home I can’t bring myself to clean.  But if I do it the opposite and clean before running out to the grocery store and Wal-Mart the stores get too crowded.  I am not a crowd person and I can’t handle waiting in long line ups with pushy people.

So as a result my house never gets as clean as I would like it to get.