Nothin Much

Nothing much to write about. I LOVE my new Clay Aiken CD. Sometimes you have to treat yourself to something only you know you'll love. However, lots of people know I love him.....I was just quicker at treating myself than they were at thinking of me. If that makes any sense at all.

Had a busy week at work. We like to call it "Honcho Week." About one week a month all the managers from all over the country come into town, and that includes my favorite Swedish boss. So, Yodi has been yust owerwhelmed with work. We spent about 7 hours today in one big meeting, yawn. It is really difficult to take notes when you really want to be taking a nap. But, overall things at work are going pretty smoothly. Our sales are up and turnover seems to have slowed down, so maybe we're on the right track again. I still hear from the old guy (previous boss) every month or two. He was a great guy to work with and I miss him. The Swede is all business, and he says my name wrong. How can you bond with someone who can't say your name (I guess I did it with the kids when they were little....)

I am trying hard to connect with "regular" women here. I am going to dinner with a friend from church. We are getting ready for a Women's retreat next month. That ought to be interesting. No bunks and sleeping bags for the OC girls, we are at a Marriott on the beach somewhere. I do like a lot of the people here, even though I call it Hell. They have been very supportive this last couple of months. I have to look at things more positively.

Good news, I'm sleeping without the aid of medications and the bad dreams seem to have stopped. I just told mom, "Hey, if you want to come to me in my dreams that is great, but leave zombie mom behind. Just come in regular mom attire and say nice things about how much you loved me." Next thing you know, bad dreams are gone. Confront your problems directly and they might get better. That's my advice du jour.

Hope everyone has a good weekend. I'll let you know. We have two beach gatherings planned, and really, I hate the beach. It is either too hot, too cold, too sandy, too windy. But, I am embarrassing my positive self and thinking that we might just have some fun anyway (especially if we pack some margaritas!)