Ah, Monday...

So not two seconds after I posted on Friday one of my bosses (the only one still at work that late) came in my office and said I could leave at 5:00. Whoo hoo! So my weekend started out on a good note. Friday wasn't too exciting (though we didn't have any specific planned so it wasn't expected to be exciting). Saturday night we had our monthly girls night. There were 9 of us in a big booth at Chili's. I love these girls nights because it's probably the most I laugh all month. And it's good to get a break every month. After we ate (and had yummy cake that Kristie made for Mandi's engagement) six of us headed over to the movies. We saw He's Just Not that Into You. It was really cute. Definitely a chick flick, but still good. Though I am a sucker for chick flicks.

The kids spent the night with my parents Saturday night so Danny and I skipped church yesterday and slept late. You see, my kids get up between 7:30 and 8:00 even on Saturdays. They're so used to getting up around 7:45 Monday through Friday for me to go to work that they wake up at the time even if they don't have to. Saturday mornings I'm usually woken up by Ally tapping me on the arm and saying, "Mommy, I waked up." To which I reply, "Baby, it's still really early so why don't you go lay back down?" "But it's morning and I'm awake." So the only time I get to sleep late is when the kids aren't there. I woke up at 11:45 on Sunday. Wow. Didn't expect to sleep until noon.

But now it's Monday. Blah. I'm about to go get my second cup of coffee, and then actually do some work. Maybe I'll have something more exciting to say later. Enjoy your Monday morning.

Can the minutes creep by any slower?

First of all, it's Friday, yay. Second, it's 4:53 and I don't get to leave work until 5:30, boo. I keep looking at the clock and it just gets slower and slower. Is everyone's Friday that way?

Tomorrow night is our monthly girls night. I think we're going to have everyone there this month, so that will be fun. Yay!

Oh, and I won't be posting on the weekends. I don't use the computer on the weekends (only at work when I probably shouldn't...shhh). My weekends are busy chasing munchkins. But I guess on Monday I can recap the weekend.

That's all.

Eating meat is bad, but, give me a Jr. Whopper.

A few weeks ago on a Sunday afternoon Danny, the girls and I went to Burger King. We were waiting in line when Danny noticed the bag the girl at the counter was carrying. Well, see for yourself:




At first he figured it was "People Eating Tasty Animals," but upon closer inspection it was indeed the real PETA. Don't you just love the giant burger in the picture with her? She also had proudly displayed on her bag two buttons: "Boycott KFC" and "Don't Eat Meat, Save a Life" with a picture of pig on it. So they got their food, but we didn't hear what they ordered, and they proceeded to go sit down. Once we got our order we very casually circled the restaurant to "find a table" (i.e. pass their table to see what she ordered). I didn't look because I was wrangling two little girls, but Danny swears she was eating a Jr. Whopper. Don't you just love hypocrites?

Don't you love the Alabama weather?

Some mornings you wake up and there's frost on the cars. Other mornings you need short sleeves. I really can't stand this time of year. This morning it was cool, but not bone chillingly cold, so I opted for an elbow length sweater, no coat, which was fine for just going from car to office to car to house, etc. But our runner called out of work today, so the task of running errands falls to me. I chose, rather unwisely, to walk to the clerk's office instead of driving. Hey, it's only a block away, no harm. I can use the exercise. Little did I know that the wind is freezing! About halfway across the courthouse parking lot I realized I'd made a mistake not wearing a coat. Whoops. Too late to turn back.

I really don't mind walking to the clerk's office in nice weather. I just prefer to have feeling in my fingers when I get back.

Why yes, I know where everyone is at every second of the workday.

Why is that everyone thinks that the person who answers the phone knows all? I mean, really, don't just assume that I know everyone's schedule at any given time. I get so tired of people calling the office, and when I tell them so and so is not in they proceed to ask me when he'll be back. I have NO IDEA! I'm not his secretary. Don't assume the person that answers the phone also handles everyone's calendar and knows exactly where any given person is and when he'll be back and what he has scheduled the rest of the day or week or month.

And I love this one, you tell them he's on another line and they ask you how long he's going to be on the phone. Do I really know?! Do you have any idea how long you're going to be on the phone? Then how am I supposed to know how long someone else is going to be on the phone?

Or this one, when they don't want to leave a message with you, they want voicemail. I'll say, "He's not in, may I take a message?" And they proceed with, "Can I have his voicemail?" No, you can't, if he had voicemail I wouldn't have asked to take a message! We are a little Gadsden law firm with only three attorneys, we don't have individual voicemail. We have one voicemail for the entire office (through AT&T) that only picks up when all three phone lines are occupied or no one is here. I can't give you his voicemail! I can't transfer you to the office voicemail. Our phone system is from the late '80s. No kidding. My phone on my desk at this very moment is dated 14 Oct 88. Seriously.

Oh, and one more, when we get wrong numbers and people are just in disbelief that they dialed the wrong number. Our phone number is very close to Alagasco's number, so we get people calling here all the time wanting the gas company. And I'll answer "Good Morning, Ford, Howard & Cornett," to which they reply, "Is this not Alagasco?" Um, no. If it was Alagasco would have I have said FORD, HOWARD & CORNETT? No, I would have said, "Good Morning, Alagasco." Pay attention, people! Or I'll answer the usual, and they don't even bother to ask if this is the gas company, they just start in about their gas bill, etc. Wake up! Does your gas bill say Ford, Howard & Cornett on it? I'll bet you a million dollars that it doesn't.

I like ABBA, but I want to hit you with a baseball bat.

We rented Mamma Mia on Saturday. Danny didn't really want to see it because he can't stand Meryl Streep. He said, and I quote, "She makes my butt itch." As in, she's so annoying he had to avert his eyes during every song she sang.

I have to say that there were quite a few people in that movie that I wanted to give a baseball bat to the head. About the only one that I liked was the girl that played Meryl Streep's daughter. She didn't annoy me to the point of desiring harm to her.

We also rented Get Smart, which ended up being better than I was expecting. It was really funny. I was actually able to stay awake until 2:00 a.m. to finish it. That's extremely unusual. I usually nod off around 11 or so, so I guess that tells you that the movie was good.

Bloggity, bloggity, blog...

I think I'm going to be a joiner. Here goes... 1...2...3... Did you miss it? I joined; I'm blogging. Whoo hoo.

This very well may be sporadic and, quite possibly, abandoned all together. You see, I'm forgetful. No really. I have baby books for both my kids and all I did was write down a few "firsts" (crawling, walking, tooth, word, etc.), and then completely abandoned them. Yep, they're stuffed under my bed gathering dust. Every year I'll cram them full of birthday cards, and that's about it. So it's very likely this too will be forgotten. But we'll try.

So, let's see. What to blog about first? I have recently become addicted to Little Big Town. I am listening to their CD, A Place to Land, over and over and over.

And that my friends may be the extent of some posts; a handful of sentences about something random. Just things that are on my mind. Isn't that scary?