Spreadsheets & Shit?

Oh my. Here goes another one. Nothing really happened the last couple of days. That doesn't sound quite right but seriously, it didn't. Little interesting tidbits of crud peppered between having my head down in spreadsheets or shit. Literal stinky baby diaper shit. Spreadsheets and shit. Why am I now singing that to the tune of Liquor and Whores?

Yesterday started with me learning that Karma has a sense of humour. I had the early morning rush on Miss Lily to get her tiny behind out the door to get to the sitter's so she could then get to school and, subsequently, me to the damn bus. They should really run every three minutes so I can slow down a little in the morning. No matter how early I get up or how much I get done the night before, I still end up running around like a fool in the morning. I should also have my own ferry. One that takes me right to work, drops me off on one of those pontoon things on the rig. Oh that'd be nice: Alyson Metro Transit.

Anyway, I digress from my point. In shooing Miss Lily out the door, I ended up having the brush check (hair & teeth). Teeth were good but hair wasn't so I gave her a speech about how it's important to always be washed with your teeth and hair brushed before she leaves the house. I helped her brush her hair and out the door we went. I may have been a little hard on her, we were both rushed, cranky and tired.

She got to the sitter's place; I got to the bus stop -- late. Sooooo, while sitting at the bus stop, Superman swung by and picked me up which was great since it meant Tim Horton's and a warm car with loud music to wake me the f**k up. What did I discover in the Tim Horton's drive through? I forgot to brush my damn hair when I got out of the shower. Ugh. Karma has a sense of humour. I made sure to give my girl a big hug when I got to see her.

It's getting late and I think I'm finally getting tired. Aside from that, I've had a long night last night with two very sick little people. Little Miss and Little Man both ended up at IWK emerge with horrible coughs and what sounded like fluid in their lungs. Ended up that both were perfectly fine aside from Little Miss having a double whammy ear infection but a 4am arrival at home wiped us all out. I did get to work from home today so I could stay home with them which was great. I love my job. I seriously love my job. Weird eh? I almost think I'd do it for free. Wait, I don't love it that much. I don't even love it enough to still do it with a pay cut. Maybe I don't love it as much as I thought I did.

Well, my babies are getting healthy again. They're all asleep and happy. Little Man woke up a little while ago but he's easy to get back to sleep when he's not feeling well, a toy car and some Tylenol. Easy as pie. Snuggles don't hurt either although I'm pretty sure they're more for me than him.

On that note, my battery on the laptop is dying and I'm too lazy to plug it in right now. Just to end this thing: I bought a brush at the drugstore next to shipyard and took care of the matted, wet, unbrushed shower hair.

Goodnight.

Chemul, Valentine's, DIRTY THIRTY!!

Holy crap. It's been way too long since I actually posted something. It's been since the beginning of October since something has been posted on this little blog o'mine. I've written quite a bit here and there, little diddies (ditties?) but nothing that was either completed or I was comfortable with posting. Odd for me, I'm a pretty open book.

So, where did we leave off?? GWAR/Lamb of God was amazing. Not much else I can say about it. Got some GWAR goo on me from the mosh pit, almost got sucked into a Wall of Death or Hate or whatever the hell it's called. Interesting to say the least. Bands were great and discovered that I do like Job for a Cowboy, they were pretty damn good.

Okay, what else? I got a job. Working a real job now, not just writing and working temp secretarial jobs. It's temporary for now but I'm loving it. I get to sit in a trailer at a shipyard and watch the day to day trials and tribulations of a small company (who I'm working for) take on a multi-million dollar refit of an accommodation rig. It's like an oil rig only instead of gigantic drill it has some gigantic cranes. I'm still not sure what exactly it does but I do now know what a flange is and I'm starting to understand the differences between all kinds of different pumps and motors. The boys got me some pink work boots and now I'm able to crawl around on the PSS Chemul. It's fun. It's more than just the paper pushing I was hired for. I'm seeing both sides of the job -- the office work and all the shit that goes with that and then the actual work/labour side of things and all the bullshit that comes with that part plus how it all ties together. It's long days but I'm sure it's going to be worth it at the end. Wheee.

Oh and I definitely love all my rig pigs too. hehehe

Miss Lily is seven! Little Miss is four already!! And Mr. Man, my little meatball turned two!! It's crazy watching them grow and become little animals. Today they were literally swinging from the curtains in the living room. Swinging. From the curtains. I was scrubbing the tub thinking they were dancing to the music I put on but no, they were Tarzan and two little Janes. The curtain rod bent and decided to break when I was trying to fix it so now my curtains are hanging up with tacks, looks great. I guess working with pipefitters all day made me bend a little harder than necessary. It's not a pipe, it's a flimsy piece of stuff. What the hell are curtain rods made out of anyway?

Other than climbing the walls, the babies are great. I couldn't ask for better and regardless of the amount of laundry and no matter how many dinkies and dolls I trip over on a daily basis, I couldn't ask for better monsters ...er ... kids.

Valentine's Day is tomorrow. Rather it's Half-Price-Chocolate Eve. Not looking forward to it but I am at the same time. It's an over-rated holiday but an excuse to have ice cream cake with my babies. The three best Valentines I could ask for. Fun tinged with bitterness? Definitely. I've once again boarded the bitter bus but we're not going there.

I'm turning 30 in three days. Thirty. 30. Big birthday and I'm looking forward to it. Looking forward to The Dirty Thirty. That's all fine and dandy right now, but please, don't mention it to me Tuesday. I have a funny feeling I won't want the reminder.

And with that ... I'm tired ... goodnight readers ...