Dear Diary Thursday...

This is how a morning should always start...with my husband calling from home just to make sure that I got to work okay in a snowstorm. Not sure why that made me so happy and put a huge smile on my face, but it did. Maybe I am finally allowing somebody to take care of me for a change? Naaaaahhhhhh.

First news is that my son, Cole, has more than doubled in weight when we took him to the vet. Dr. Mike just kept smiling when we talked about how big he was going to get....looks like he is giong to be well over 100 lbs. Yeah, I am excited....can you read the happiness in this comment? Second news is that I had a massive headache all day yesterday from the snow storm....which made me completely forget that my parent's anniversary was yesterday....I am a bad daughter. Third news is that I spent some of my evening ironing my outfit for todays interview....which I never do. That must be an indicator for how excited I am about the possibility of a) making more money, b) being at a job where they value their employees monetarily, as well as verbally, and 3) the possibility of working for a company that wants its employees to advance both in, and outside of the work place. Call me crazy, but that sounds like good reasons to be excited for an interview!

Big love out to Shane who is sick with a sinus infection! And big love to Toni and her XXX-large calf.....she can barely walk on it!!!

Dear Diary Wednesday....

Stress and exhaustion has enterred into my dream state...and it was a HORRIBLE DREAM. I tossed and turned all night and when I finally enterred REM, it was a dream about me dumping Dylan....for a few reasons that I won't go into on this public forum but let's just say that the reasons were HILARIOUS and you would laugh, but the act of dumping him made me very, very sad and emotional when I got up this morning....an hour earlier than I normally do because I was just tired of tossing and turning. Needless to say, I was into work earlier than normal and I have already accomplished a great deal. I have now moved into the "moving on energy" basis of my insomnia, so I am actually doing really well. I think this coming weekend will be well deserved rest....after I give my Mom a perm and come into work on Sunday.

I also am having "short timers" syndrome at work. I am going in for a second interview tomorrow and I think I really want this job. Not only is the possibility there for me to make much more money for what I am doing, but everyone at this company LOVES their job, their co-workers, and there does not seem to be a lot of drama. Oh, and it is nice seeing more MEN working at a place than I am use to.....and I enjoy working with Men more than Women...less drama. Also, I think I finally have hit the reality that I have made myself so valuable in what I am doing that there is no way my company would allow me to move into anything else, and they have let me know that as well. I need a change, I need a fresh start, I need to start doing something for ME ... and so it is time to be looking for a chance some place else.

Toni is looking, and doing great, on her set of crutches. She has a HUGE black and blue bruise on her calf, but she is getting around much better than I truly expected. Plus, it is nice having somebody in your life that can be crippled, laugh at herself, and keep a fantastic attitude about the whole thing.

Dear Diary Tuesday....

I am starting to feel it....the creeping of exhaustion. I knew it would find me, regardless of the fact that I have been hiding from it, staying quiet, keeping to myself, not making any noise to attract it's attention. Yet, I am feeling it's cold tentacles starting to wrap themselves around my mind and my body....and it is not something I am enjoying!

After work last night, I gathered up some papers to work on at home, got home and changed, headed over to my folks where I helped my Dad take a shower, shaved him, changed his clothes and the pads on his collar, did a few things around their house, and went home. By that time, I was grumpy, tired, and not able to keep my eyes open. Dylan made dinner and put me to bed....at 6:00 pm, where I slept off and on until my alarm went off at 2:45 this morning. I am still exhausted, not so grumpy, and drinking a Diet Coke no which is not waking me up. All I can think of is how excited I am that this Friday I have no doctor's appointments for myself or anyone else, I can sleep in and then Dylan and I have the whole day together. But the part I am looking forward to most is SLEEPING IN. I plan on going to bed at about 4:00 on Thursday and not getting up until my eyes spring entirely open on Friday morning. But then again, we'll see.

As for the doctor's appointments, I have two coming up for my Dad and then start to make arrangments for a few for myself. My doctor found a couple of things wrong with me at my last appointment, so we are going to be doing some tests and possibly scheduling me to see a specialist. I am not going into detail because I am not focusing on that right now and when I feel ready to discuss it, I will. Until then, I am just focusing on FRIDAY!!!!

Dear Diary Monday...

See, here is ANOTHER reason why I don't want to fly....Planes are evil creatures that are now starting to EAT PEOPLE....http://www.cnn.com/2006/US/01/16/airplane.fatality/index.html

Dear Diary Sunday...

It was a WONDERFUL WEEKEND! It started off with Dylan spending Friday during the day getting the house clean (doing his end of the chores) and me taking myself to a doctor's appointment then coming home to take my Dad to the first of his neurosurgeon appointments. In between the time of my appointment and his appointment, I talked him into letting my Mom and me help him into a shower and he scrubbed himself like he has not done in a long time.....and he felt totally clean and happier than he has been since this whole thing happened.....which made me very happy. His neurosurgeon is very nice, very formal, and very quick. His entire appointment, including the drive up to the U of U and back home, was a total of 1 hour. He gets to wear his neck brace for another 10 weeks, and to say that we are both not looking forward to it is an understatement. After that, I went home, showered and changed and Dylan and I met up with our "wedding line" for a night at the Melting Pot....the last token from Dylan and I to say "thank you". It was a very long night, I was extremely tired, but the company was nice and the food was good. I was glad to go home and go to bed when the evening was over with.

Saturday I got up early and did MY end of the cleaning and the house is now totally spotless AND germ free because I cleaned everything twice.....once with normal household cleaner and then again with bleach. I then took my Mom grocery shopping and did our's as well. Then, Dylan and I had dinner and watched a movie at home....and the last time I have watched a movie was BEFORE Thanksgiving....so I was very happy.

Today I have spent the day picking out seeds for my Dad and I to order to start in the greenhouse, relaxing, and making an AWESOME dinner for Dylan and I. It consisted of Maple Salmon, garlic potatoes, angel hair pasta (neither one of us ate it because we were too full), biscuits and corn. It was nice to sit at dinner for Dylan and I and discuss normal everyday things, like Toni blowing her calf muscle out while trying to run across the street! Much love to you Toni.....even though you are once again a cripple and I can tease and taunt you all the time! *smooch*!