*walks out of a cave, blinking at the bright sunlight*

Okay. So that's a bit of an exaggeration, but it's a bit of a hello since I've been MIA for a while. Like before my vacation a while. 

I'd say sorry, but I dislike lying to people. Unless it's a small child and the subject is the Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny, Santa Claus etc.  But that's something most people do. 

Speaking of Small Children. There are currently a lot in my family. On both sides, but my favorite side, and don't tell the other one this, is my mom's. For all that her side has a bunch of crazies (so does the other one, though my dad occasionally refuses to admit to such) they are a pretty fun bunch to hang around.

Take for example, Little Man. He was born when I was thirteen. In fact there are exactly thirteen years and some eleven (? Math is hard when you're sleepy) days between the two of us.  Yet he continues to think that he will someday be older than me. I keep informing him that he may one day be taller than me (because let's face it, most of the world is,) but that he will never be older than me. 

The current youngest on that side, is twenty-one years, and exactly four months younger than me. Let's call her the Little Miracle, yeah? I say this because she was born eight weeks early, and only 3 pounds and 3 ounces. Scary time for my family. She still is a little small, but she sure is long. She gets that from her daddy. That man is TALL. We celebrated her first birthday To-yesterday. 

That's a combo of Today and Yesterday if you didn't quite get that. 

I took pictures so my Aunt Arla could help her open presents. I also got a picture on my phone of Arla's Hubby, TM (Tall Man), doing something that should probably be captioned "Another example of why women live longer than men."

He decided he should put a step ladder on a table, not a sturdy one either but one of those plastic ones with the metal legs that fold up under the table top, and stand up on it all so that he could reach a balloon that had floated to the ceiling. Yeah. Not his most brilliant of ideas. He didn't hurt himself, but still not his smartest idea.

I've been up since about 2 pm (9/5). It's now 5:00 am of the following day (9/6). I don't know exactly how I am managing to stay awake, but I am. It's a little bit magic, and a little bit exhaustion, and a whole lot of crazy going on. I no longer am as enthusiastic about this up for more than 16 hours in a day thing. I like sleep. In fact I LOVE sleep. Sleep is fantastic and fabulous, and one of those things every girl loves and needs. 

You know what is exciting though?

Okay two things really. One is probably more of a reason to be excited in most people's opinions, and I do hold them on different levels of how happy/excited they make me.

1. I have a vacuum cleaner! It's very exciting because my dog sheds a lot, and I also have a cat, so for the past two or so months since I finally got them both in my apartment, I've only remembered to borrow my mom's vacuum cleaner maybe three times, but probably more like twice. So I have big plans to vacuum my whole apartment tomorrow, if I can manage to stay awake for it. I may just vacuum it piece by piece.

2. Prepare for caps lock peeps.

MY GODDAUGHTER CAME INTO THIS WORLD AT 4:32 PM YESTERDAY AND DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW FREAKIN EXCITED THIS MAKES ME!?!?!?! IF I HAD THE ENERGY TO BE ALL DANCY-DANCE DANCING I TOTALLY WOULD BE RIGHT NOW! AS IT IS I CAN'T STOP SMILING!!!!!!

Her mom, my BFFSFAM (Best Friend Forever Sister From Another Mister), probably won't appreciate this, but I'm going to call her my little Beastie. I have shared the reason before in this Blog, but I will share it again. It's after Maleficent, because I have almost as great an obsession with that movie right now as I do with anything to do with Alice in Wonderland. 

Seriously though, she lives in Oregon, and I was planning on visiting her this week, and if I had managed to do it, I would have totally either been on the way there or already there when she was being born. #BitofaRegret But that's life. Now if I can just get some time in like December/late November that would be totally fantastic. That's if my vacay for it will get approved. It would probably help more if I would actually pick a date or two. 

I had put down for October, but one of my coworkers (who is actually younger than me) is pregnant and due in October, so that was a no. Also we have four trainees, and two people who actually work the desk (I don't count my manager, as she doesn't seem to be at the desk very often at all) and know everything they need to know. That is including myself, but not the other full time auditor. 

Speaking of her. How do you get to be in your fifties, but still have the thought process of a whiny child? It's very frustrating, and I don't understand her negativity. I can be negative, but I'm more positive when I'm at work. This woman though, she comes in and it's instant complaining, and every word spewed with vitriol out of her mouth, just irritates me more and more, and when I get all grumpy back she immediately is just like "It's a joke." and tries to brush it off. 

All I can think is that she should get her funny bone looked at, or she just doesn't want to/know how to deal with anyone else grumping back at her. One of these days I'm going to just straight up tell her, "You know, you whine more than my niece and she's not even three. You should probably get that checked out."  

Then again, I do have to often remind myself that I need to turn my brain-to-mouth filter on when I come in to work, so maybe one day I'll just turn it off a little earlier and tell her how I really feel. 

*Insert dramatic sigh here*

Yeah right. I tend to be polite enough that people don't realize I just insulted them in a nice way until waaaaay later.  It can be both amusing, and insane. Just depends on the person I guess. 

Can't. Stop. Yawning. Bleh.

I've got stuff to do, and the sunrise to stare at over the roof of the mall across the street, so toodle-ooh for now.

Remember, just because you are not happy doesn't mean that you have the right to make others around you unhappy. Just because you can, doesn't mean you should.

-Jacq