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| I do check in here, but if you enjoy stalking me then come by my myspace and check me out. Heck, I might even accept your friend invite, 'cause I'm nice like that. You can stalk me under www.myspace.com/kcredhead
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| I was going into work late...I don't remember why. I was wandering thru the living room, probably on my way to another cup of coffee and saw the towers on the tv. And it didn't look right...I was pretty sure that smoke was not suppose to come out of the side of the building. So I sat down and listened to Katie and Matt chat about a fucking airplane fly into the World Trade Center. It must have been a mistake. And then...Tower Two. Wow...maybe not a mistake. And truly, for the first time in my life I had sense of being under attack. My country...attacked. This can NOT be happening. But it was. I called my parents and told them I was scared and that I loved them. I made calls to work and told them I was heading in..cause let's face it, KC was not under attack at the time. So I went in and all we did was watch the television, and cry, and wonder what the hell had happened to our world. And we did that for days. And days. And days.
So, what did happen to our world?
I learned to fly without my Swiss Army Knife. And for the first time in my life, I was okay with armed uniformed personnel in my terminal. And I became afraid of anyone who looked Arab. And god forgive me for that please. And we sent Stefan to Iraq...twice. And Adam...so far once.
So...where where you?
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| It's be a while; I posted and then took it down only to realize that people who subscribe got the post whether or not I wanted them to. So ah...yeah, that was special. I wanted to back away from everything that was going on here to get some clarity before I spewed forth on all y'all again. I'm feeling the need to post so here we go...I'm chasing those crickets the hell outta here today!
All ya all now know, Christopher and I are not Christopher and I now. And really everyone, it's all good. The tension in this house, which has been godawful for a long damn time is now gone. There's lot of change going on with both of us, and it could be interesting what y'all think of it. But know, that no matter what, Chris and I love ya. Now you just have two places to visit/stay when you're in the city. And I fully expect y'all to show your happy asses up at my tres fabu pad downtown. And thank god that some of you are not living here and forced marched to pack up the furniture and deliver it to said tres fabu pad. In my defense, we have a lovely elevator in which to haul said items up; it's not like schleping it up 5 flights of stairs to a dorm room. And I have help which is great, considering I can't fit the bedroom furniture into the Passat in ANY configuration. There may be actual driving of a U-Haul by yours truly...stayed tuned.
Working is kicking my ass. A lot. We had one of our sales staff diagnosed with cancer again, so he is on medical leave currently. One was on vacation, one is in DC at a trade show for us, and one is a total flake and is in the office about 2 functioning hours a day. That leaves my happy self to be the grown up and generate business for the place. I have events both Friday and Saturday night as well as Sunday all day. Ugh...I am not amused. But I did manage to shuffle my event on the 15th off onto the other catering manager so at least moving day is event free, thank god for small favors.
I wanted to touch base with all y'all and let you know things are good here...really.
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| This was quite the weekend. I dealt with asshats of epic proportions at work. I managed to make it home, just in time to break open a bottle (or two...possibly three, we lost track) of wine and hang with Stefan and Monica and Josh. And Phenix!!! What a gorgeous doggie! We cocktailed in the house, we cocktailed in the backyard. We cocktailed total WT sitting in the garage with the garage door open. Cigars were smoked. Discussions were discussed. One redhead bit the dust....and it wasn't me. And can I say, I needed this so very very much yesterday. Did I mention the asshats? Yeah. Sorry...my bad.
So, this week...
Work, which is fine and I'm ahead of the curve since I worked on Saturday and got contracts approved. The parentials want to come visit. Trust when I say that I will be responding to that request "I am a busy girl!!" and pray that they don't come. Cause I'm just not up to it right now. Lots of appointments and sites which is always good. I need to stay busy these days to keep my mind off of stuff that is just overwhelming. And yeah, I know...take it one item at a time and deal. And trust. I am.
Shoutouts....cause it's been sooooooo f-ing long!
Monica - You are too funny. Really. You drank from the wine bottle last night. Too funny.
Josh - All hail the new look! Polos work for ya! And it was tres fabu to have you back in the house.
Kinuko - Thanks for the girls day on Sunday. I love when I need to find center you're around. And the rainbow was amazing!!!!
Stefan - Sunshine. It's been amazing to have you back in the house and I loved last night. There's no one I'd rather be WT with.
And of course Adam....our boy in Iraq. We all miss you like none other and the party is never the same without you. Know that we discussed you last night. And miss you. And totally understand if you don't come back to Missouri during leave.
And with that...I'm outtie!
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| My happy ass was up at 5:30am...to race for the cure. I chose to walk really fast for the cure.
One hour four minutes. I could have sucked way more..
I napped. And i woke up to eat lunch. And dinner (thank you Kinuko)
What an amazing day. I took lots of pics. And cried as I walked. I walked with peeps with pink shirts (and my girlfriend Amanda)...and we talked.
And here here the question....why not me?
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