just another manic monday

Well... it was. Now it is Saturday, and I'm recovering from a crazier than normal week.

Monday was destined to be a drag, because I didn't get home from my sisters until about 1:30 am; and, after unloading the truck and showering, it was about 2 or 2:30 am when I finally fell, exhausted, into bed. And I had to get up at 6:30am, because I had an apppointment at 8am (and I'm not a morning person).

Then I had to start training at my new job at 9am, an that lasted until 2:30. Great, right? I had plenty of time to get to my other job at 3 -- since it was right in town. Except, it was Monday, and therefore not my day. I was pulling out of the parking lot at my new job, and realized something I needed had fallen on the floor. So, I put my foot on the brake and bent down to pick up what I needed. But, apparently, my foot isn't completely on the brake.... because I felt my self go up on the curb. I forgot whatever it is that I was doing and looked up -- and I was headed straight for a tidy row of mailboxes. I slammed on the brakes, but thanks to the nice, soft grass, I slid a foot, and of course, the truck would hit the mailboxes. The mailboxes seemed to know it was a Monday, too, and they resignedly toppled over.

At this point, I was not exactly thinking cheerful thoughts. I jumped out of my truck, feeling a bit sick, wondering what to do. I stared stupidly at the mailboxes for a moment, scratching my head. The mailboxes, thankfully, looked fine, the post had just been knocked from its base. But, I had to be responsible and call the police and let them know what had happened. By the time the police officer arrived and looked at the box and decided it wasn't reportable, it was 3pm, and I would have been late for work, except I had already okayed it with my supervisor, as my class was supposed to last til 3. So... I lucked out there.

But of course, there is a lovely mailbox sized dent in the hood of my truck. It will just add fuel to those guys who look at female drivers at say, "those crazy women drivers!!!"...

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speaking of plans...

I looked at two houses on Wednesday -- one was a log style house (sweeet), and one was a little white two story wiht weeping willows in the yard. And, I looooove weeping willows. The log style house was awesome, even thought it was built in 1971 and had total 70's style to the carpts. One room had (I kid you not) totally shagadellic, purple (fluorescent!) shaaaaag, carpet in the bedroom I thought I'd walked into the loooove shack. But it's cool -- and with a bit of carpet replacement, it would be a totally awesome pad. And I can always plant weeping willows. :) Will have to talk to the realtor and tell him we want to make a tentative offer pending on the selling of Nick's house -- in August. :P Wish it could be sooner, but can't really sell house until he has visa in hand. Seems to risky otherwise.

Am already picturing how I could decorate... Would be fun, that's for sure. :)

and end in sight...

Thursday was another full day -- of class at first job from 9 - 2:30, and then other job from 3-11. I was soooooooo glad to have Friday off.
When I finally got off, I slept like a log (well, after I got home).

TGIF

And finally, Friday rolled around. It was my mom's birthday, so she went out to Norske Nook and came back with raving reviews. We're Norvegian, ya, of course she vould like da Norske Nook, ya...

Later on, I spent the evening by whipping up Mom's birthday cake and also made dinner - spaghetti and meatballs before they got home. Oh, and cheesy garlic bread. It was heaven, but alas... also cause for hearburn. One small miracle -- I had time for t.v. -- I watched "Third Watch", and of course it was a 2 part series... so I"m forced to watch next week's show - or tape it.

And the official mascot of our workplace is... Rocky the Squirrel

Yes, I'm staring at a baby squirrle that's lying in a container at work. One of my co-workers found him in the garage, and took him to work so he could keep feeding him and taking care of him. We are feeding him milk from the end of a ziplock, baggie -- it seemes to be working pretty good. He uses his little hands/paws to hold on to the bag and/or my fingers and sucks away. He has fleas though :P, so we have to be careful. My co-worker says he has some at home. My job for the weekend is to find some of my pet bottles to feed him with. :D We named him Rocky, after that squirrel on Rocky and Bullwinkle. :D