Best Guesser Ever!

Today at work they had a Valentine's Potluck. I didn't sign up, mostly because I don't know the people in my section (really W is the only person I need to interact/associate with, well and my supervisor.... but she annoys me so I try not to associate with her) and the food was suppose to be red or pink. All that was left on the sign-up sheet were main dishes, and I couldn't think of anything red or pink. Well except for lasagna or spaghetti and they really aren't the most portable of dishes. So I was my usual avoidant self and didn't sign up or respond to e-mails, thus ending with me not attending.

No such luck. We had staff meeting this morning and were highly encouraged to attend. (W and I kind of consider ourselves the red-headed step children of the office, they feel bad because they banished us to the basement and never interact with us). Anyway, we went. And the food was ok - you never know what to expect since it is potluck and people bring the randomest things. Especially when they are suppose to be pink or red.

The best part of the entire thing was where we had to guess how much candy was in a jar. One guy was trying to be all mathematical and multiplying and such. Me not so much, I just looked at it and said 63. W laughed and told me I was way off. Well who's laughing now...... I won! The correct answer was 62. Goes to show you my guesser is in tip-top shape :)

Behold my winnings...... (some are missing because I was kind and shared them with my real work family - the maintenance crew!)

I'm Just Saying.....

Sometimes hero's ride the short bus!

Sockless....

It has been SO warm in Salt Lake for the past couple of weeks. I have slowly started getting out my slip-on shoes and going without socks.... and I have loved it. In my mind it is spring and I keep willing the Weather People to go along with me.
Well, today they played a big, fat, stupid joke on me and made it snow. Luckily after pulling out of the garage (at 7:00am - I hate this job!) I realized the rain was pretty heavy, so I pulled back in and went to get my winter coat. But I didn't change my shoes - yep, had on some of those glorious clogs without socks.
By the time I picked up the rental car huge flakes were flying. Things were getting worse by the minute....
I still thought I would be ok because I only had one visit in Provo (actually up Provo Canyon) and it was still early in the storm. NOPE! After finding the house (and almost sliding to my death along the highway) I got stuck in the foot and a half of fresh powder - in the dumb rental car.
So I hauled my sockless self out and started digging the car out. After fifteen minutes of uselessness, the grandfather (who had also gotten stuck further up the snow-covered driveway) said I could head inside and he would continue to try and clear the snow.
Thirty minutes later, the snow was somewhat cleared but I was still stuck. Just for future reference, using a window scraper to try and dig yourself out of the snow doesn't really work. Another 20 minutes later and some much needed pushing from the grandpa and I was on my way.
I think I may have ended up with frostbite on my poor toes.... Guess I had better pull back out the winter boots - stupid Weather People!

Proper Dental Care

So I'm not sure if I notice teeth related things because I had my own ripped out, or if I just notice random things. I like to think it is the latter, but you never know.
Yesterday as I was driving down the street (without my own front teeth) an old white bearded man behind me was brushing his teeth. Seriously, I wanted to pull to the side of him and take a picture but didn't think it possible. I even thought about honking and forcing him to the side of the road to comment, but thought again about that (remember I did read a lot in graduate school about murderers and killers, best to avoid random contact with strange men....) Instead I just sat staring in my rear view mirror with awe at this old guy brushing his teeth, in a new minivan nonetheless. Wonder where he was off to?
Crap, I should have followed him.....

I have an eye for detail

So I had some minor (ok, it actually was major, but I don't like to talk about it) dental surgery last week. After taking a long nap, to allow the anesthesia to wear off, I headed to the pharmacy to pick up some drugs - one of which was a pain killer that I thought I might need/enjoy (don't judge me!)
I dropped off the prescriptions and was told it would be about an hour. I returned about 50-55 minutes later and found they hadn't even entered my prescriptions in the computer. So they said they would hurry and get them done.
I sat down to wait, and the craziness started....
First, this older guy came in and spoke with the pharmacist about how the pills they gave him were wrong. He said he has 'an eye for detail' and the last pills he had were more 'saucer' shaped. The pharmacist repeatedly told him they were the exact same pills. The guy next to me was laughing his head off and said the entire interaction made his day - I told him the pills were probably anti-psychotics!
Second, the pharmacy tech called me up and stated my sister was on the phone. I just stared at him and stated I didn't have a sister - in which he just stared back. Now, I do have three sister-in-laws, but none of them knew I was at the pharmacy. His response was sorry, I must have heard wrong. WHAT?!
And then, after waiting 20 minutes, the pharmacy tech came and asked how to spell my name. I told her and she apologized for the wait and stated she had entered everything wrong. Now this pissed me off... the prescriptions had the correct spelling of my name, my ID has the correct spelling of my name (which she looked at) and I had filled prescriptions there two weeks previous with the correct spelling. There is no excuse for stupid people that don't pay attention to details.
I really thought something had happened during the surgery and I ended up in some parallel universe.
Eventually it took me waiting 30 minutes to get the prescriptions. I don't think I will be visiting that fine establishment again.

I think I can, I think I can....

So, we went to see the trains. Although at first I thought they were real, big trains - it still was fun. The facility was way too small and way too crowded, but we had a good time. And at least it was an indoor activity so we didn't freeze our butts off. Oh, and we went to Cabela's afterwards - which is always enjoyable.

I didn't get the best of pictures - again because it was way to crowded of a space and the trains were at an odd level for people shots.

This was the biggest train in the place, and they were a little disappointed you couldn't play on it (what fun is that?!)

Behind Eugene is Radiator Springs from the movie Cars. He and The Pickle LOVE that movie and talk about it non-stop (and watch it repeatedly, Ka-chow!)

Racing behind The Pickle is a Thomas the Train. He was in no mood to take pictures and would make the worst "cheese" face possible. He just wanted to watch the trains.

This train is in a briefcase. That's the type I would have, just close the lid and walk away.

Is The Room Spinning or Is It Just Me?

Well, I'm sick again. Seriously, it feels like I just got over the last cold. It all started bright and early last Thursday - when I got up at 6:12am (that's the first problem, I shouldn't be getting up that early) and feel back on my bed after standing up. Figuring it was due to getting up so damn early, I didn't worry too much about it. But most of the day at work I just felt off. That night I was light-headed/dizzy again and it didn't fully go away. And let me just tell you, riding an elevator when your head isn't right is not a pleasant experience!

Along with this light-headedness comes the nausea. So I almost fall over, then feel like I'm going to throw-up all day. And apparently sleeping makes it worse (which I found out Thursday night when every time I moved, the bed was spinning and I waited for the vomit).

So Friday I head to the doctor and he jokingly asks if I'm pregnant - I just stare at him and laugh openly stating I'd probably need to have at least a date first! He checked my ears and said they were both infected. So he gave me some of these and some other random stuff. Oh, and the random stuff causes drowsiness, which is horrendous because as previously stated, sleeping makes things worse. I wanted to die all weekend, I felt like a zombie. (Oh yeah, another pill causes dizziness - seriously what did I do to deserve this cruelty?!)

Oh, and I didn't have work on Monday, but I still felt like crap so I couldn't enjoy it. And W said she had the same problem a few years ago and the light-headedness never fully goes away. AND today (almost a week later) I woke up with a sore throat. AND work is stupid and mostly pointless and I dislike my boss A LOT.

I'm so freaking annoyed!