Daytona or Bust

Today we sent off one of our managers in style!

Cathy was one of the managers in the same segment as myself.  We sat right next to each other and would talk to each over our cubicle wall.  As organized as I try to be, I would always forget about our daily 11:15am meeting.  She would always stand up and tell me it’s “showtime” to remind me about the meeting.

Her and her husband have big plans to start off her retirement.  They plan on taking their rockstar motorhome on the road from California all the way to Daytona, FL.  Then they are taking their time coming home and hitting different places along the way.  Mardi Gras being one of them.

Our office planned a potluck and decorated the downstairs breakroom.

We did a collection for a going away gift and had enough for some gas $ and a basket filled with goodies for their looooong car ride.  Complete with Mardi Gras beads. 

When Cathy and her friends started back in 1974, they nicknamed themselves the “sweat hogs.”  The nickname stuck to this date and made a very cute place holder. 

We had some guest speakers, including one of her sweathogs ladies. 

After lunch we cut into the cake. 

Best wishes Cathy!  I hope you enjoy the life of the retire! 

Thanks for that, Chloe

When I got home I decided I was going to be a good fur mommy and take Chloe with me when I ran. 

I strapped on my Garmin and Road ID and put Chloe on her leash. 

During our run, we stopped 3!! times to allow Chloe to poop.  And all three times I was away from a trashcan.  I just kept bagging the poop up and tucked the top into my pants.  LOL, I must have looked funning running with a bag of poop hanging from my waist. 

It was the third time we stopped that I thought maybe Chloe was having problems.  I didn’t really want to stop though since Chloe and I were making great time.

We ran up to the house in another record speed!

Two miles in 24:04!

We walked inside and I grabbed a baby wipe to clean Chloe’s booty. 

And that’s when my high from my 2 mile run vanished.  Chloe’s entire backside and both hind legs were covered, COVERED in explosive poop.  How had this happened?  It was literally every where and caked into her hair. 

The only thing I could do was take her a butt bath.  I threw her in the tub and proceeded to wash her back half.  It was disgusting but I know she felt better after.  Poor Chloe!

Chick Flicks

I’m in a loveless marriage.  Okay, not really.  But more nights than not, the husband can be found outside at the neighbor’s house versus inside our home.

That’s okay.  When Chloe and I are left to our own devices, we tend to watch shameless woman movies. 

Or more commonly known as ‘chick flicks’.

One of my favorites is “He’s Just Not That Into You”.  I watch the whole move to catch the last few minutes.

This is the part where Gigi realizes Alex does in fact like her (a good thing since she likes him.)

Chloe and I are on the seat of our pants.  What’s going to happen next???

And then he goes in for the kiss.

And when Gigi announces she’s the exception (to the rule), he romantically proclaims, “You are MY exception.” 

L.O.V.E.I.T.

Hmm, Chloe doesn’t look so into it? 

What happened to my shoes?

My niece has issues…shoe issues.  First it was Tink and Fawn, this time it was Polly. 

Left to her own imagination, she produces some interesting conversations between her dolls.  What conversation ensued that caused her to “misplace” some of Polly’s shoes is unimaginable.

Daniel received a frantic call midday during the week.  Kalea had stuck not one, not two, but THREE of Polly’s shoes up her nose.  All in one nostril. 

No, seriously.

Can you imagine that doctor visit?  I feel sorry for the poor pediatrician who was given the duty to remove those shoes. 

Maybe she’s learned her lesson.  I’m guessing not.  Hide your shoes, they may be next. 

Catastrophic Misfortune

My husband will call me a few times throughout the day.  I get my usual “good morning” call, a mid day call and then my “what do you want for dinner” call.  My husband knows me so well, he never leaves a message because the red message light kills me.  Literally. 

So when I got a call mid morning AND he left me a message urging me to call him back, I knew something was a miss.

Or should I say a rip?

Jeff had a wardrobe malfunction.  Or as he calls it, a catastrophic failure of the material in the seat of his pants.  A 4 inch horizontal catastrophic failure. 

Poor Jeff wasn’t even brought aware of his misfortune until AFTER a trip to Starbucks.  He was then forced to stay at his desk all day to avoid any unwanted stares.  Back off ladies, the man in the peak-a-boo pants is taken!

When I got home and he showed me the culprit, I realized these pants were repeat offenders.  This was not the first time Jeff’s pants have failed to keep him fully clothed.  Oh no, these pants have already been patched once before.

Seriously.  Seriously!  Jeff, don’t hide from me, buy some new pants already.

Guess we know what we’ll be doing Saturday. 

Thank you to Jeff for being a good sport and letting me blog about your pants.  Also, thanks for staying at work and sticking it out.  You earned those new pants!  No, literally you earned the money that is going to pay for those pants.  Nice!